Tick Tock (on hold)

Tick Tock (on hold)

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~"GIVE ME PROOF." I spat.~ Man, she shouldn't have said that. Ember is just a simple girl in the normal human world. Isn't she? She's tossed into a world she wants nothing to do with, and has to do more to do with it than she ever thought possible. Can she defeat someone who holds her life in his hands? Who is this stranger? And what does he want from Ember? Who can she trust? Her 'friends' are beings she wouldn't have believed existed in her old life. Everything everyone knows about the world, is just the cover up. Will she survive her new existence being the Death Angel? Or can she shape up and become something better than she was destined for? I guess you'll have to find out.
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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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