The Colours In My Eyes.

The Colours In My Eyes.

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May is a 16-year-old girl, she is the lead singer in a band, with great grades and a few good friends, however, she has a dark past present and future. She is in a deadly street gang in the midst of war, on top of that is colourblind, all she can see is black and white. until the day she dies. on the 14th December 2018 the day before she turns 17, she stops her friend from walking into a car, getting run over herself and being killed instantly. After watching her own funeral, she makes a deal with an unknown presence, She will come back on her 14th birthday in 2015 and be able to see in full colour, everything will be normal, however, she will be prone to accidents, and each time she dies, she will come back, with less colour, and one friend dead in her place. And now her story takes place, from the view of the unknown.
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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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