My name is Marvens. I was just an ordinary middle school student until one day, while coming back from school with my friend, my girl bestfriend, the one that was here for me when i was at my bad days, help me, the only one that care about me. Her name was Katia. She was blonde, quite short, pretty, and had blue eyes. we went to eat at a McDonald's. The evening was great, we studied, chatted, and ate. Barely 5 minutes later, a tall, imposing man wearing a mask entered the restaurant. I had a feeling something was off, but I hadn't mentioned it to Katia. He seemed strange.
"GET THE MONEY OUT OF THE CASH REGISTER AND PUT IT IN THE BAG" he shouted in a deep, booming voice.
Everyone panicked, running in all directions, even though he hadn't pulled out a weapon.
"We need to leave, Katia!" I said in a low, serious voice.
"Okay, I'm following you," she replied in the same tone.
We tried to slip past the crowd, and then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the man pull out a firearm, followed by five gunshots. Luckily, I hadn't been hit.
"Katia, are you okay?" I said loudly. She didn't respond; her face was blank, and she was staring at a point. I didn't understand, then I shook her and saw that her stomach was covered in blood. I was petrified, sad, and furious at the same time. Seeing her body covered in blood, I felt like I was losing a big part of myself, as if my identity was leaving with her.
I had never been a violent person, but I acted without thinking. Seeing her corpse, I felt nothing. No emotion, no thoughts, nothing at all. All I remember is turning to look at the murderer's face. He had short blond hair, was chubby, and had pimples. Our eyes met. At first, he advanced toward me with a killer's smile, then he stepped back, looking concerned. I got up and calmly walked toward him. I don't remember anything after that, but when I woke up, I was at the police station. Apparently, I hadn't killed him, but I had injured him. The police made a lot of comments about my hair and eyes. I didn't understand what was so special about having black hair and black eyes.
After a while, my parents came to get me. They didn't look at me; they even walked past me as if I were a stranger. Then I called out to my mother and father, and their gazes were filled with confusion.
"Hello, young man, are you looking for your mom?" my mother said.
I was frozen and hurt. My own parents didn't recognize me, their only son. I then asked the officer beside me if I could go to the bathroom. He agreed, and I hurried to go.
Once in the bathroom, I rushed to look in a mirror, as if I had changed appearance, but what I saw terrified me. My black eyes were no longer black. In the reflection, I saw that my left eye was purple, and my right eye had turned red. My short, black hair had transformed into long white and black hair. My brown skin had lightened to a caramel color. Seeing this, I fainted for the first time. I had become a hundred times more beautiful than before, but I didn't expect such a drastic physical transformation.
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When I woke up, I was in a hospital bed. I spent the day recovering and trying to understand the situation I was in. I still hadn't realized that Katia had passed away, because strangely, I saw her taking care of me in the hospital. Then I went back home, but when I arrived, my parents kicked me out, thinking I was a monster trying to kill them. This saddened me, and I went to live with my grandfather, who had also been abandoned by his wife and children. It took me a year to become somewhat normal again and return to school.
I've just arrived at Komona High School, and the year has already started. As soon as I set foot in the class, I was sure the other students would judge me, but when I entered, they all looked at me like before, with disgust on their faces. Yet, in my opinion, I had become more attractive, and I didn't understand why. The teacher introduced me to the class, and some students started whispering and mocking me. At first, I thought it was normal because of the color of my eyes. The teacher told me to sit at the back right of the class. In the back, I saw a girl isolated from everyone else. No one was sitting next to her, and it didn't seem like she wanted to be alone... As I looked closer while walking toward the seat next to hers, I noticed she had the same features as me. Whether it was her hair or her eyes, everything was the same. She had brown eyes and curly hair that was a bit messy. Honestly, she's pretty cute.
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I tried talking to her, but she ignored me. It took several days before she spoke to me during lunch, and the first thing she asked was:
"Were you born with these eyes?"
"I won't tell you anything unless you tell me how you ended up like this," I said in a haughty tone.
She then explained her story. She had this appearance after a fight between her father and mother. Her father was about to hit her mother, and she stood between them. She told me that, at that moment, she was so angry that she couldn't hear anything anymore, and her father started panicking and running to escape. Her mother, scared, also ran away. She became an orphan, and no one wanted her because of her appearance. She had to go live with a man in her neighborhood who also had these features. At first, I didn't believe her, as her story was so similar to mine, until she said the word "cursed." That struck me, so I asked her to explain, and she told me that it simply meant that a spirit had entered us when we were in our mother's womb, and it wouldn't awaken until an inevitable event. Then she said:
"Before continuing, I need to ask you again: were you born with these features? If not, tell me how it happened." she said in a very serious tone.
Under the pressure, I told her everything. She then explained that we weren't the only ones with these features and that there was a secret organization looking for other members with these traits. This mysterious girl then offered me to join them, and I accepted without thinking of the consequences.
"Meet me in the schoolyard at the end of the day," said Komi in a serious and happy voice.
I thought it was just a joke and that she wouldn't show up.
I went to the yard at the end of the day, and then I saw her, dressed in a black top and very wide black pants. She told me to join her. I ran toward her, and at the same time, she threw me clothes similar to hers.
"Yes," I said
"I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Komi. You're Marvens, right?"
"Yes," I said
"Go put this on and follow me."
I quickly put it over my clothes. Then she started running toward a forest. At that moment, I still didn't understand, but I followed her until we arrived near a large building. An old man was standing, waiting for us. When we got near him, he explained the purpose of this organization. Their goal was to protect civilians from spirits they couldn't see. He explained that the red eye allowed predicting movements in advance, and the purple eye could see spirits, which is why I had these eye colors. He asked if I was willing to risk my life to contribute to their organization. I would receive a salary that would allow me to live very comfortably if I did enough missions. Since I had nothing else to do, I accepted, and then I was given my first mission: eliminate the spirit hiding in the establishment. Because of the students present during the day, Komi and I had to do it at night. And that's how it all began!