Heart Strings

Heart Strings

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"There are two types of love. There is the pure liquid fire that can drive one mad... and there is the patient, kind, quiet love that can only be said with the look in ones eyes. There are also times when one prefers the other, and that's when an inner battle consumes the victim. Drives them to the point where they can't choose. It happens to everyone at some point in their life. It's too hard for some to choose, some don't choose at all... So I'm not either." Are the exact thoughts of Evana Williams three months after being taken captive by two murdering, cold, but forgiving men. Both planning to train her into one of them, then shipping them to the "Stones school of the FROTH ( The Future Rulers Of The Hellium ) a school for monsters and cruel people, but how do you send someone away knowing they will never return to you the same. Never return to you still sane. Both hate each other for wanting the same woman, but can both agree there is no way in hell they are letting her go, even if they already have sealed the deal... Even if they have to kill millions of people and creatures to make sure of it. The only problem is... Evana still thinks they are still sending her away, and makes both fall even harder for her to make sure she stays safe. And in the middle of her selfish charade, she finds herself falling.
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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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