[ WP ] The more intense one 's sins and vices are , the more the Demon within them is shown on the outside .

`` Look at *him*. Should n't he be locked up or something? Those creeps should n't even be allowed outside...'' 
 
 Whispers behind my back. I try to ignore them and move on. 
 
 A boy spots me further down the street and hides behind his mother's dress. She looks up and turns white. I reach up and tug my hood further down. Too late. She pulls at her kid's hand and hurries to the crosswalk. 
 
 I look at her back as she crosses the street. There's a heart-shaped cavity in the small of her back. 
 
 I blink, and see only the translucent fabric of her white dress. Despite this, I ca n't help but think, *hypocrite*. 
 
 Someone crashes into me from behind, and I lose my balance. *Shit*. I land heavily on my stomach and nearly bite my tongue off in the process. 
 
 `` Fuck, I did n't see you there. You alright?'' 
 
 With some effort, I lift my head. A redhead with a blue bike stands in front of me. It takes me a while to process his outstretched hand. 
 
 ``... I'm fine.'' I ignore his hand and pick myself up off the ground. I suck at a scrape on my hand and watch the redhead. He does n't freak out at my appearance. Does n't even look slightly nervous. 
 
 Huh. 
 
 `` Need some help with that?'' He points to my neck. I flinch at the movement, and he retracts his arm. `` Sorry.'' He nods at it instead. `` There's a loose strap.'' I reach up and pat around until I feel the offending strap. 
 
 `` Thanks,'' I mutter, pulling at the strap until the brace is nice and tight again. I pull up my hood up until my head is fully covered again. I turn to go, and he does n't stop me. 
 
 *Ring. * 
 
 A moment later, he whizzes past me on his bike, and only then do I notice the missing fingers on his left hand.
