What I don't want to know

What I don't want to know

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It was the end. Everybody screamed in panic, tripping over each other, desperately trying to get away from the beeping machine that I knew would become my grave. I couldn't hear them of course, but their mouths were wide open and they all had a terrified look on their faces. They all fled, in chock, except the woman who started it all, her hair blew intensely away from her face, looked like it was trying to run away from its destiny too. But the woman just stood there, like she'd expected it all the time. I pressed my face against the small window, tears ran down my face as I kept on punching the thick door, it was stuck. My mind raced faster than ever, causing a dreadful headache. "This will indeed become a wretched and gruesome death", I thought as I gave up, sat down and closed my eyes. It was the end.
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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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