They Come in the Night

They Come in the Night

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"Go to hell." I spit as I land my knee into his gut. His grip releases though he doesn't move off of me. He regains his bearings quickly and pins my wrists to the floor above my head. I squirm beneath him as I try desperately to gain the upper hand. "I wish it had been harder than this." He whispers into my ear. I feel his lips pecking his way to my throat. Panic consumes me as I continue to fight. He effortlessly moves my wrists to one hand as the other pins my head to the side, out of his way. "I wonder how you will taste." He ponders. He kisses the spot where my jugular is located. I try desperately to get him off and away from me though I know now it is close to pointless. I can't stop fighting though. It's not in my nature. I can feel his lips curl into a smile against my throat. "I'm going to enjoy this." He whispers before I feel his teeth at my throat. Alex is on the run. Ever since They killed her family and friends she has been trying to escape the city. They want her, alive, at any cost. With a couple survivors like herself, can she escape Them and finally be free? Or will she lose her battle?
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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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