Revelation

Revelation

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If you're looking for a love story, don't start here. Kamikaze Winters. She'll destroy you in seconds with her incredible fighting skills or simply shut you out with her ice cold soul. Don't pity her, she's unstable and a mess. Explodes when provoked and has an ego the size of Russia. Talon Red. The only one in the ring who can beat her. Definitely not victim to mental illness but will still lash out when threatened. Add these two in the ring and at school (when they actually attend), and you've got a mess. I'm certainly not talking about lovey dovey gooey romance. More like a hatred made in hell. I'm just worried Kamikaze will do something really stupid to save herself from losing. So if cliche love stories aren't your thing, you'll read this with me as I write. Be prepared for extreme plot twists, crazy storylines that will make you grip your phone, and a message that will leave you thinking for months afterwards. Have fun.
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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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