Kurt
I thought that they were my family, my friends. Apparently not. They sold me away for a little bit of money. I guess that I should have noticed the signs sooner. Giving me the stage name the incredible Nightcrawler, a name for a worm, should have been the first of many clues. Another could have been the fact that my act was to literally pretend to be the Devil himself. Maybe it wasn't just a fun thing to them, just acting, as I had always told myself. Maybe they really meant to insult me. Or worse, God had abandoned me. I wouldn't blame him.
No! I couldn't think like that! I had to be positive. I wiped at the tears running down my cheeks. 'Have faith in them,' I thought. 'Have faith in God.' Maybe they had done this for a good reason. Maybe the circus was running out of money. We had been selling less tickets lately. Or, even better, they hadn't sold me in the first place, as that man had said. He could have lied, and I would never know. I checked my pocket. My bible and rosary were still there. God had not left me. He was only testing my strength and faith. With that comforting thought, I clutched the cross necklace around my neck and began to pray. My coffin, so dark that I could not see, so small that I could barely move, jerked around as I began to murmur, "Our Father, who art in Heaven......"
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The Demon's Angel
FanficKurt Wagner is a normal teenage boy, or at least normal for a circus acrobat. He loves to run, joke with his sister, Amanda, and read. He's a devout Catholic. There's just one tiny detail missing: he's blue. When his demonic looks get him in trouble...
