The Identity Of The Sinful Miracle

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"Dad, why do we need to kill?"

Inside of my dream, I saw a little girl asked her father.

Her father grinned and stroked her hair. It was time to sleep, and he was inside of her room, tucking his daughter to bed.

"Why do you ask, Miracle?"

The little girl hesitated first, but then, she answered, "Nothing. It's just . . . doesn't killing someone is bad?"

"Yes, it is bad." said her father.

"Then why?"

Her father remained composed to her innocent questions and then he sighed, "Because, in order for us to live, we need to kill." It was his father's sorrowful reply.

The little girl called Miracle didn't able to answer back. There was a thought spinning on her young mind: "If I kill someone, then I will be a sinner."

That thought dwelt insider her mind. Seemed like it was not leaving her. That single thought, ruined her. It made her sleepless that night. Unable to control her thoughts, it made her sanity destroyed until she became blank.

While she was driven into nothingness, a decision was formed inside her head: "I don't want to be a sinner, that's why I will not kill." And so, she whispered to her young self.

. . . .

"Like I said! I don't want to kill!!"

At this time, the little girl screamed out of frustration and horror. She was caged inside of an abandoned building full of atrocious people. They were trying to kill her, but she kept on running away.

"I don't want to kill! I don't want to kill! I don't want to! Let me out of here!"

The little girl was too afraid to kill, even though she was already trained. She couldn't do it. All she did was cry for help, hoping that someone would save her.

But nothing came. Soon enough, she realized to herself that . . . "This world is cruel."

Everyone in this world was cruel . . . and selfish. All she saw was darkness. She felt like she was standing on a water, and noticed her reflection below. While staring at her reflection, she sighted a demon who was smiling at her.

"Why are you so reluctant to kill?" her reflection spoke to her with a demonic voice.

"Does it matter?" answered the little girl, "What will I gain from killing them?"

"You will gain life. A freedom."

"A life, huh?" the little girl muttered. "Hey, you are me, aren't you?"

"Yes," said back the reflection with a tempting smile. "You are me, and I am you."

The little girl grinned mournfully, "Then tell me, do I have a life to live?"

"Of course." her demon replied, "Only if you kill lives."

The little paused for a moment. She was still trying to decide what side would she choose. Appalled, she consulted her demon for an advice, and that was the mistake that she ever had done. Her demon told her: "Yes, you have to kill, but you must choose the people who you kill. Murder those bad people who tried to make with this world a cruel place. Do that duty, and everyone will call you a heroine."