The blond boy with blue eyes was lying on the ground, looking at the wounds on his limbs that were dripping blood, his eyes burning.
But he subconsciously pressed the button to call medical personnel.
He still wants to continue living.
And they live longer and better than others.
A team of medical staff dressed in white came in.
Even when he saw the young man lying on the ground, the already seriously injured boy seemed very calm now that he had several gunshot wounds on his body.
He tidied up the room calmly and orderly, carried the boy back to the hospital bed, and cleaned up the blood stains on the floor.
"Did you offend those big shots?" the woman who treated his wounds said calmly.
While skillfully removing the bullet, he sprayed him with calming spray and then sprayed with healing spray.
"As a non-code member, it's good that you are still alive after offending those code members." The mature-looking woman stood up as she watched the other person's wounds gradually heal.
"Don't take the initiative to mess with those adults." Before leaving, she stood at the door and warned.
Of course, what she didn't say was that if those adults took the initiative, they would have to leave it to fate.
Migru felt the healing wounds on his body and suddenly laughed.
I no longer regret joining such an organization.
Mysterious and powerful.
It is indeed the organization that Lord Cahor belongs to.
Exactly the same as the other person!
"That one in Havana..." His green eyes were full of gloom, but he hid the curse words between his teeth.
Sir Cahor looks so elegant, he must not like to use bad words.
You can't embarrass yourself.
He looked at the healed wound, walked out of the hospital bed, looked at his bruised nose and face through the glass window, and walked out of the ward.
Weak steps.
But like this...
It fits his image all the time, doesn't it?
It's time for him to go home, back to that -
A lifeless place.
He put on the clothes he wore when he first came to this base.
When I unbuttoned my clothes, I saw big and small scars on my body.
It spreads from the collarbone to the abdomen, one dot after another.
And a large scar on his back to his arms.
He even remembered how those people used cigarette butts to leave these marks on his body.
And how did he make him use his body to roll out the burning fire?
There was an erratic laughter in my ears.
He lifted his blond hair from his forehead and lowered his eyes when he saw a row of cigarette burn marks on his forehead.
In a daze, he saw his past self again.
In the muddy alley, huddled up with my head in my hands, I endured their unbridled punches, kicks, and various attempts...
"Have you ever tried using a human body to extinguish smoke?"
"Have you ever smelled what human flesh tastes like when it's roasted?"
"Look at his face, it would be a pity not to be a girl. Let's help him become a girl..."
He seems to have tried to find a teacher, but what next?
"It's just a joke between classmates. They just like to play with you..." the man said, with an expression on his face that meant he was too lazy to meddle in other people's business.
He also tried telling his parents.
Then?
"Just bear with it, it will be fine when you graduate and are not in the same school as them..." The couple said this. Their inner thoughts were that it is better to do less than to do more.
They've always been patient.
But……
Will I really survive until graduation?
He also tried to seek help from the police.
"Your classmates are all minors, we can't control this kind of thing..."
"As long as you don't approach them, stay away from them, and don't play with them," the man in police uniform said.
But……
If he doesn't take the initiative to approach them and think of ways to stay away from them, will they be willing to let him go?
After being dragged into the alley again, he skillfully held his head and withstood their beatings on his back.
It didn't rain that day. He huddled in the dark alley and saw the bright sunshine outside the alley.
I also saw the person who came after hearing the voice, and hurriedly backed away after meeting his gaze.
There was a beam of light shining at the entrance of the alley, but it never came in.
Naturally, it didn't shine on him.
He struggled to reach out into the sunlight, but was stepped on by someone.
Then he crushed it hard with his feet.
"You can't run away." They laughed proudly.
It started to rain all over the world, and it was dark and gray without any light.
All the scenes in my memory, including the characters, are dim and dull.
The feeling of being caught in the rain...it's so cold.
Until he met the young man with iris-colored eyes...
He saw the fearful expressions on the faces of those who bullied him and who had no power to fight back when facing that young man.
The world suddenly lit up with a light.
Or rather...
A gap opened up.
He raised his hands and looked at his hands.
I remembered the feeling of holding the knife in his hand and stabbing it into the human body, and also heard the sound of the knife sinking into the human body again and again.
At that moment, the dark world was completely shattered.
He touched the real world and felt the warmth brought by the sun shining on him.
But……
He dragged the bodies of those people back to the dark corner.
Or is this environment more suitable for him?
He thought as he disposed of the body.
He threw the dismantled body into a trash can nearby and watched as professionals hauled away the trash can.
it's all over.
But it started again.
Something... can never come back.
…
He left the base.
Wearing a clean white shirt and a bruised face, I went to an accessories store and finally selected a necklace.
A black collar with a silver adjustable buckle and a gold cross hanging on it.
Then he went to a shop that specializes in engraving letters for people.
"Can you carve it yourself?" he asked in a hoarse voice.
"Of course, this must be a very precious gift." The boss smiled and nodded.
"Ah." He held the cross on the collar tightly.
He carefully carved the English word cahors on the front of the cross.
The English word "miguel" is engraved on the back.
The positive side is the ideal he wants to pursue throughout his life.
The back represents the birth of Migru.
Moreover, Lord Caol said it himself, he doesn’t like giving collars to people.
Then the collar in Havana must not have been given by Lord Cahors.
Since Havana can put a collar on himself and say it was given by Master Cahor, why can't he?
Obviously, the name Migru, like Havana, was given by Lord Cahors.
He put on the collar in front of the mirror.
This was a gift he gave to himself to celebrate the birth of Migru.
Too--
The restraints he put on himself.
Migru lives only for his ideals.
Back to that lifeless home.
He was as quiet as ever, as if he had to be careful even when he breathed, for fear of offending others.
When the couple saw his bruised nose and face, they just lowered their heads and pretended not to see him.
"What's on your neck..." His mother asked hesitantly.
"They say all dogs should wear collars," the bruised boy said plainly.
The couple suddenly became even more silent, and the mother who asked the question stopped speaking.
"Bear it for a while, and bear it some more." They said for a long time.
Migru knew that his parents thought they were the group of people who had been bullying him.
They still don't know that those people...
Already died by his hands.
Even the corpse...
At this moment, I don’t know where it was thrown by the organization.
The young man lowered his head and returned to the room in silence.
His parents have always been like this.
Even if they thought about it, they would have no other answer except asking him to tolerate it.