Playing With Souls

Playing With Souls

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An Angel with a Scythe, a Devil with a Knife... ~I watched as they opened the door, the bedroom that was supposed to appear before them replaced by a black hole. They took a leap in, and noticed us only a second before they went through, their eyes widening in surprise and Kim's in... fear. It was then that I realised Reina and I were dragged in as well. Oh boy. ~ Okay so this is my first story. It's probably going to be crap. I don't really mind if you hate it but please keep it to yourself and not post it in the comments. I'm trying my best so let's hope it doesn't make you vomit blood... ;-) (this has nothing to do with that 1928 movie) Cover by: @worthlessraging
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WORK IN PROGRESS‼️ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── There was no noise; I was at peace, and ironically, the stone-cold pavement never seemed warmer as my blood oozed out of me and around me like a painted canvas. I was slowly losing consciousness, but my mind never seemed happier now that I was dying. The white walls with big bright lights did not resemble heaven; in fact, it was quite the opposite. I thought I had died. When I came to, I found myself in this strange place, disoriented and confused. I looked around and found another five pairs of eyes looking at me with the same emotion swirling in their gaze. Now, 15 years later, I train with these girls. Our makers take care of us, feed us, and make sure we are clean, healthy, and fit. Some of us never had that; that's probably why it took so long for us to realize we were being used. The dirty work they made us do, none of us questioned it. How could we when we were taken off the streets? For a chance at normalcy, we settled for anything, even if that meant blurring the lines of right and wrong. After a mission gone haywire, we started noticing, and now we strike back to take our voices and reclaim the power that was used on us as a way to control us. After all, they are the ones who trained us; we are just returning our long-overdue favour. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Rankings : Featured in Mystery-thriller #5 in Mystery-thriller on 7/12/24

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