Prologue

       It was on a cold night six years ago, when my father brought Hein to these
pain fully white houses. I'll never forget that sight of pure hatred in his
eyes.
       "Lisa, this is Hein, he'll be staying here from now on. I'm putting you in
charge of taking care of him, and getting him used to our facility. I know
his appearance may be a bit.scary but, would you please give him a bath to
get all the blood off. I have.a few errands to run, ok?" Father says as he
walks off and out leaving me, alone with this boy two years older than me,
covered in blood, wrapped in nothing but a blanket.
      "Ummm..Ok lets go get your bath started." I say trying not to have my voice
waver, but I had those piercing golden eyes glaring back at me. He still
stands there not moving, and wont say a word. So I decide to slowly
approach, suddenly when I go to grab his hand he quickly jerks away. "Its
alright I'm not going to hurt you." I tried to get near him but, yet again
he quickly moves away. "Well.the bath is this way."  Well he's at least
going to follow.

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      "The Bathtub is already filled with hot water, so.take as much time as you
want." That's when I noticed the sad expression on his face. He looked like
he was in a lot  pain. "Ummm..Do you want me to take this, the blanket?"  
There's so much dirt and blood.Is it just his? "Here let me wipe some of the
blood from your face." So I wet a facecloth with the bath water but there
where no wounds. "Here are cloths right here for you so just put them on
when your finished." Even afterwards he wouldn't talk, and he'd still stand
away from me. Even though he never said anything I'd still ask him
questions.
             But suddenly as soon as it sounded like people where approaching, it was
like something in him snapped. He made a quick run for the door, but after
the tests I've been through enough tests that my reflexes are very
exorcized, so I tackled him to the ground. That's when he turned, fangs
peeking from his mouth, with a mix of anger fear and a little bit of shock
on his face. At that moment I realized he to was an exceptional human being
just like me. He snarled, and struggled against me, snapping at my face
every now and then. So I decided to use it, the very reason why I'm an
exceptional human, and also why here I am called a Khaos Angel. He howled in
pain but quickly grew limp and silent.
              I know what I did back then was selfish, by keeping him here, caged just
like me. But he was my only company for so long, and you know what they say.
Misery loves its company.