Like Gold (ON HOLD)

Like Gold (ON HOLD)

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WpMetadataNoticeUltima pubblicazione gio, nov 14, 2013
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"Why do they want me?" she shouted. He stepped of the wall out of the dark. "Your special." "Everyone says it but never elaborates." He looked into her fascinating eyes. "Because we're not sure you'd like to know." "What could be worse then this?" He chuckled. "You couldn't imagine." ***** She hated it; the looks of pity looks, medication offers and diagnosis. She hated the fact that she was left behind in this bitter torture called life. She was thrown on this emotional roller coaster only with no clue what she was dealing with. All she had was letters that she couldn't understand but told the whole story.
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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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