Staind
  • WpView
    LECTURES 21
  • WpVote
    Votes 2
  • WpPart
    Chapitres 1
WpMetadataReadEn cours d'écriture<5 mins
WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication dim., juil. 28, 2013
A girl, if you may say she is, becomes enraged and kills her family, but little did she now. She was sucking up dark energies, transforming her in to a, well read and find out that part. Can she be saved? Or will she haunt the human world and drive them to death. Only one person can save her from what she becomes. But will he find her in time to save her from herself. Or will she the destruct the only thing of her human side. Copy right© 2013 This literary work may not be copied in any way or form. If you do with out the Authors permission, you will be reported and kicked off this site.
Tous Droits Réservés
Rejoignez la plus grande communauté de conteursObtiens des recommandations personnalisées d'histoires, enregistre tes préférées dans ta bibliothèque, commente et vote pour développer ta communauté.
Illustration

Vous aimerez aussi

  • The experiment.
  • The Shadow [unedited version]
  • She's Changed
  • The Immortals
  • His Angel
  • The Big Bad Wolf
  • escaping from past memories
  • My Mute Mate
  • Save me
  • Embrace My Heart (completed)

They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.

Plus d’Infos
WpActionLinkDirectives de Contenu