Spoken Weapons

Spoken Weapons

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Words - Complex, priceless, unwanted yet loved and hated. Words are a weapon in this world, rarely used due to danger. Not many of the citizens have spoken, only written or signed. Sign language is basically the only language there is. Speaking in a way is criminal - not necessarily, but by how little it's used, it can seem like it. Those who choose to speak, occasionally, must use it for dire impossible circumstances only. But there's a Rebel to this whole world, one who refuses to adjust to the rules and guidelines. Written and unwritten. Navaeh hates this world. Hates the lack of speaking. Hates the laws. And wants to do something about it. So, she speaks often. Too often. She's often hated for it, and urged by her family and everyone to use sign language. But she's a weapon, unknown to her, for a revolutionary change. Change she wants but does Navaeh really want it to this level? To uproot and change everything everyone ever has known, her whole extended life. Nevaeh's weapon is words. Her game is change. And she is in danger, huge amounts of criminal danger.
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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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