Slasher

It was a very cool nite and this particular nite the DWMA had a dance just for the fun of the students and Maka went with Soul.
"Cum on soul im bored cnt we dance atau sumthing" maka whined, "nope" soul responded "and y not" maka argued bak "cuz i dnt wnt 2 as simple as 1,2,3' soul said. "Wow u counted too 3 congratz" maka berkata "still nt going" soul berkata "o cum on" maka whined "hey wutz going on u 2" sethaniya cordero (my peminat fic OC) "o hei setha, souls being a lazy ass" maka growled as kid walked over "huh how" kid berkata putting his arm around setha, "well besides being himself" setha teased "ooh...

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After, I was named "Subject Four", they named my friend "Subject Nine".
I didn't know what to do, just picked up and taken to some place I didn't even know about.
I feared for myself, but I feared lebih for Nine.
What could I do?
---------------------------------------------------7 years later--------------------------------------------------------
*speaker*
"Hiyame,Kiju and Mison, come to the death room".
"Oh great" thought Hiyame. "What did we do?".
"Well," berkata Mison "We better go".
"Miss Maka, may we be excused?" berkata Kiju.
Hiyame, Kiju and Mison looked at the teacher, the woman...

Everything was cold,
the house, my room,
my mother most of all,
cruel, calculating, but mostly cold,
to her child,
to me.

Life didn't apply to me,
only madness,
emotions brought pain,
thinking, disappointment,
obeying stopped my hunger,
killing stopped the beatings.

She experimented with my mind,
my body,
my soul.
Forced to sertai with liquid despair,
it turned my blood black,
black,
black like my future.

My utama wasn't safe,
just a place for pain and killing.
My mother wasn't loving,
only wanting what I could become.
My body wasn't private,
shared between a demon and my soul.

I was never left...

So as Victoria and her Friends walked into the DWMA, Kid told her "I almost forgot. My father wanted to meet you." Victoria's eyes widened. "Lord Death? Just me? What?" Patty giggled and started to pat her on the back, saying "Aw, don't be nervous! Lord Death is a really nice guy, so just go meet him, k?" Victoria did. She walked into his office, fogged up the mirror, and berkata it at she wrote "42-42-564. Anytime anda want to knock on Death's door." Lord Death appeared. "Heya, heya, heya!" He greeted her. "You must be Victoria." Victoria felt instantly at ease. "No offense, Death sir, but, you're...

DWMA. Victoria's last resort. I can't say she was happy to go there, but it was better than where she had been. Her history with her mother was... better left in the shadows, and she barely knew her dad. At least in Death city, she'd be understood. Victoria was commonly asked "Who are you?" The soalan they should have asked is "WHAT are you?" She was a weapon. Victoria could transform into a mace. And at the DWMA, she could train as a good weapon, and not be thought of as a freak like in her old town. With her was her meister, Danny, her brother Doom, (great name, I know) also a meister,...