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This
is
my
fault
!
As
if
some
kind
of
demon
were
controlling
his
body
,
the
boy
walked
to
the
kitchen
and
grasped
a
butcher
knife
.
Hypnotically
,
he
moved
to
the
bedroom
where
his
father
lay
on
the
bed
in
a
drunken
stupor
.
Without
a
word
,
the
boy
stabbed
him
in
the
back
.
His
father
cried
out
in
pain
and
tried
to
roll
over
,
but
his
son
stabbed
him
again
,
over
and
over
until
the
apartment
fell
quiet
.
The
boy
fled
home
but
found
the
streets
of
Marseilles
equally
unfriendly
.
His
strange
appearance
made
him
an
outcast
among
the
other
young
runaways
,
and
he
was
forced
to
live
alone
in
the
basement
of
a
dilapidated
factory
,
eating
stolen
fruit
and
raw
fish
from
the
dock
.
His
only
companions
were
tattered
magazines
he
found
in
the
trash
,
and
he
taught
himself
to
read
them
.
Over
time
,
he
grew
strong
.
When
he
was
twelve
,
another
drifter
–
a
girl
twice
his
age
–
mocked
him
on
the
streets
and
attempted
to
steal
his
food
.
The
girl
found
herself
pummeled
to
within
inches
of
her
life
.
When
the
authorities
pulled
the
boy
off
her
,
they
gave
him
an
ultimatum
–
leave
Marseilles
or
go
to
juvenile
prison
.
The
boy
moved
down
the
coast
to
Toulon
.
Over
time
,
the
looks
of
pity
on
the
streets
turned
to
looks
of
fear
.
The
boy
had
grown
to
a
powerful
young
man
.
When
people
passed
by
,
he
could
hear
them
whispering
to
one
another
.
A
ghost
,
they
would
say
,
their
eyes
wide
with
fright
as
they
stared
at
his
white
skin
.
A
ghost
with
the
eyes
of
a
devil
!
And
he
felt
like
a
ghost
…
transparent
…
floating
from
seaport
to
seaport
.
People
seemed
to
look
right
through
him
.
At
eighteen
,
in
a
port
town
,
while
attempting
to
steal
a
case
of
cured
ham
from
a
cargo
ship
,
he
was
caught
by
a
pair
of
crewmen
.
The
two
sailors
who
began
to
beat
him
smelled
of
beer
,
just
as
his
father
had
.
The
memories
of
fear
and
hatred
surfaced
like
a
monster
from
the
deep
.
The
young
man
broke
the
first
sailor
’
s
neck
with
his
bare
hands
,
and
only
the
arrival
of
the
police
saved
the
second
sailor
from
a
similar
fate
.
Two
months
later
,
in
shackles
,
he
arrived
at
a
prison
in
Andorra
.
You
are
as
white
as
a
ghost
,
the
inmates
ridiculed
as
the
guards
marched
him
in
,
naked
and
cold
.
Mira
el
espectro
!
Perhaps
the
ghost
will
pass
right
through
these
walls
!
Over
the
course
of
twelve
years
,
his
flesh
and
soul
withered
until
he
knew
he
had
become
transparent
.
