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An angel's face with a devil's heart

This first story contains more than 500 word. I will be continuing it eariler in this same chapter. Here's the first half of the strory. Enjoy.

-NOO! LET ME GO! I DON T WANNA DIE !! ...*cough*..*cough*... NOO! S-SAVE ME !

No matter how they begged or screamed, no one was there to answer their call for help. Trapped In a burning house in the contryside, with no civilian around, the sinner was bound to die horribly. Just like many people predicted.

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Mickaela had a ... pitiful life? At least not in the beginning. Bullied for his weird hair color and his heterochromi, he could never enjoy a calm day full of smiles as any normal kid. However, his spirit never shattered. Lucky for him, he had a wild imagination and would usually escape to that magical world. He couldn't care less about other people. He hadn't that much feelings to use to begin with. He always noticed that he wouldn't feel bad or pity for anything, that he would smile uncounsciously if someone's hurt, that he would laugh if someone dies in a movie. He never knew fear, on the contrary of what everyone believed. He was shy indeed, and an introvert. He'd usually get nervous when surrounded but people, but never has he felt the smallest spec of fear. Maybe, he wasn't normal.

So as not to worry his parents at home, he would always smile no matter the situation and would always behave like an angel.

-What a lovely child. We're so proud that you are our son,said the mother while hugging him.

-Look Micka, now was his father's turn... there will be a time when we won't be by your side. Nerverthless, do not forget who you are . You are Mickaela, just like the archangel. We will always be there for you. Never forget about what we taught you, alright? Now come here! Let's go play!

-Yeah! Papa, mommy i love you the most!

How sweet. What a lovely memory. Unfortunatly it was our little "angel"'s last happy memory.

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It was a typical sunny day. On his way back from school, Mickaela saw a  beautiful calico in a bad shape hidding in the shadows. As Mickaela approched him, the cat strated hissing and showing off his fangs and sharp nails, despite neing in no shape to defend himself. Looking closely, he noticed they had the same eyes colors; a blue as deep as the abysse in his left eye, and a dark crimson color in his left eye.

Mickaela felt strange when looking at the cat, as if something was awakening deep inside him. The cat suddenly got closer to the child and started purring while rubbing his head aginst him. This sudden change in behavior startled Mickaela, however he didn't think about it too deeply and picjed up the cat. He was going to ask his parents to let him adopt him. He was nervous, but sur that they would agree. After all, they were the only person's in this horrible world who cared enough for him and never found him weird or thought of casting him aside.

Sadely, the closer he got to his home, the tighter his chest became. When he arrived, a dazzling yet terrifying scene was waiting for him. A fire as red as his left eye whose burning te house. The desperate agonized screams of his beloved ones were filling the air.