The Demons Within

The Demons Within

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"01176 can't be aware of her abilities, the consequences are too severe. Deprive her of knowledge and love, she is a monster, there is no need to show her compassion. She is a tool for our convenience, nothing more, nothing less." "Why don't we simply kill her already." "No, there is a possibility of manipulating her powers into machinery and new technology, she is indeed dangerous, but too important to die, we solve this problem by keeping her in isolation, that's all there is to it." White walls, locked doors, and the overbearing scent of cleanliness and medicine that Isra has come to hate is all she can manage to remember about her life as it is. She has no identity, only a number to validate her existence and the constant anger she feels towards the scientists that lead her through countless excruciatingly painful experiments that wring her sanity dry. Isra realizes that her pointless and painful life is slowly leading her to a breaking point she has no control over.
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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.

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