Behind Bars

Behind Bars

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Considered as a monster. Accused of something she didn't mean to do. Treated like a killer. Taken to a mental asylum. Given useless therapies. Been harrassed. (Y/n) has committed the worst action in her whole life. Once anger has taken over her entirely, she lost her patience. Nearly killing the ones who despise her, hated her, doubted her, and more. She has been in an awful prison for years and years, trying to escape. Her antisocial behavior is twisting her mind more and more, because she has no one to talk to, and has been treated like a serial killer. Slowly, but surely, she is loosing all her sanity, and control, because of her awful memories this asylum has given to her. Will something happen.....? Something.........CRAZY....?
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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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