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"Tell me." The man hissed angrily, tracing the tip of his knife against the woman's chin. Another man bound her wrists and legs and he squeezed her wings until the delicate bones cracked and splintered. A boy whimpered in horror, cowered in the corner. The first man thrusted his knife into the woman's arm, blood spewing down her disheveled robes. Her lower lip trembled and she shook her head. "Your child is the work of the devil! Just look at him." He snarled. The second man strided over to him and he screamed as the man took ahold of his wings. He beat them furiously, white feathers scattering beneath him. Frustrated, the man backhanded him, the force of the hit sending his small body across the room in a heap of feathers. He whimpered again softly. "Don't... hurt... momma..." Tears fell from the woman's eyes as she watched him. "Leave him alone!" She screamed, bowing her head in surrender and defeat, her blond hair fell over her eyes. "Just look at him." The first man snarled again. "Black hair, dark eyes... He is not pure, is he?" The woman whimpered softly. The man punched her in the stomach, holding her by the hair to keep her from collapsing. "It's no use." The second man growled, lifting the child up by the neck. "She's not going to tell. Kill her." The first man nodded. "I agree." He thrusted the knife through her chest and let her drop. The child screamed and cried. "Momma!" He struggled, his sobs slowly becoming growls. His eyes became coated with black and a web of red markings spread vein-like over his body. "Oh, my..." The man holding him dropped him and backed away. The boy's nails and teeth lengthened and he pounced onto the man who had restrained him, sinking his fangs into his throat, silencing his screams. The boy turned to the other man as he retreated, fear in his eyes. The boy roared angrily, advancing slowly. He pounced onto the man and thrust his claws into his chest. His small hand wrapped around the still-beating heart, the pits of darkness that was his eyes staring down into the fearful eyes of the man. Grinning, the boy squeezed his fist closed, the heart spurting blood all over the boy's face with a disgusting, squelching sound. Slowly his body returned to normal and the boy screamed at the sight before him. His body fell cold and he fainted. When he woke, he was in a dank, city alley, the blood still on him. He lie amongst a pile of garbage. The people walking on the sidewalk that met the alley were wingless. "No..." He whispered in horror. He stared at the blood on his hands, not knowing how it had gotten there, muttering, "...not me... not my fault..." He began to cry. "I didn't do it!" He sobbed, falling into the fetal position, chanting, "momma." over and over again.

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"Tell me." The man hissed angrily, tracing the tip of his knife against the woman's chin. Another man bound her wrists and legs and he squeezed her wings until the delicate bones cracked and splintered. A boy whimpered in horror, cowered in the corner. The first man thrusted his knife into the woman's arm, blood spewing down her disheveled robes. Her lower lip trembled and she shook her head. "Your child is the work of the devil! Just look at him." He snarled. The second man strided over to him and he screamed as the man took ahold of his wings. He beat them furiously, white feathers scattering beneath him. Frustrated, the man backhanded him, the force of the hit sending his small body across the room in a heap of feathers. He whimpered again softly. "Don't... hurt... momma..." Tears fell from the woman's eyes as she watched him. "Leave him alone!" She screamed, bowing her head in surrender and defeat, her blond hair fell over her eyes. "Just look at him." The first man snarled again. "Black hair, dark eyes... He is not pure, is he?" The woman whimpered softly. The man punched her in the stomach, holding her by the hair to keep her from collapsing. "It's no use." The second man growled, lifting the child up by the neck. "She's not going to tell. Kill her." The first man nodded. "I agree." He thrusted the knife through her chest and let her drop. The child screamed and cried. "Momma!" He struggled, his sobs slowly becoming growls. His eyes became coated with black and a web of red markings spread vein-like over his body. "Oh, my..." The man holding him dropped him and backed away. The boy's nails and teeth lengthened and he pounced onto the man who had restrained him, sinking his fangs into his throat, silencing his screams. The boy turned to the other man as he retreated, fear in his eyes. The boy roared angrily, advancing slowly. He pounced onto the man and thrust his claws into his chest. His small hand wrapped around the still-beating heart, the pits of darkness that was his eyes staring down into the fearful eyes of the man. Grinning, the boy squeezed his fist closed, the heart spurting blood all over the boy's face with a disgusting, squelching sound. Slowly his body returned to normal and the boy screamed at the sight before him. His body fell cold and he fainted. When he woke, he was in a dank, city alley, the blood still on him. He lie amongst a pile of garbage. The people walking on the sidewalk that met the alley were wingless. "No..." He whispered in horror. He stared at the blood on his hands, not knowing how it had gotten there, muttering, "...not me... not my fault..." He began to cry. "I didn't do it!" He sobbed, falling into the fetal position, chanting, "momma." over and over again.