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It had been a sad existence, and although sweet and kind his eyes had a disturbing glance to them. It was more than a depressed look, and it was something only people like him could truly recognize. It was the look of having eyes older than yourself. Zoey hadn't seen this look in his eyes, yet she hadn't been through what he had been through. Zoey knew something had been wrong for it had been one windy autumn day in the park of the Northwestern Ontario town they were living in."Mike...tell me about your parents." she had said softly, Mike's happy face turned flat and Zoey knew she shouldn't of asked."I prefer not to talk about it" he said softly before going back to babbling about the movie he had seen last looked in the mirror remembering his past. It had been 7 years since he had left that life looked around his small brown room with a small bed dresser desk and window. He looked towards the small snow globe of his past on his desk. It was a last thing he had bought as a memento of his city before he immigrated to Canada. The tiny statue in the snow globe brought tears to his eyes. At times, Mike had missed New York. He remembered his childhood with tears. It had been an Italian ghetto. Mike grew up eating some of the most authentic Italian food in North America.


Flash Back

Nine year old Mike looked in the broken mirror in the tiny shattered apartment. His skin was dark, and bruises were scattered across his body. His eyes were had bags under them, and his left eye was a black thought of what had just had fought with a neighboring boy from across the street named Carlo. "Hey Marzio, Tell me about that hot ma of yours, why don't I see her around anymore." Mike had heard a voice from behind him, and he turned around to see a tall muscular boy with tanned skin, dark blond hair and blue eyes full of judgement."Such a pretty lady, I sure do miss that ass" he smiled noticing Mike's eyes holding a angry anger turned to rage after the next comment. "It reminds me of all the good times we had, Oh yeah, Nobody's ass felt as good as hers" His eyes filled with lust. Mike's rage consumed him, and his normally sweet forgiving demeanor changed as he punched the older teen in the nose."My ma wasn't like that, she woulda never been with slime!" Carlo took a deep breath, as blood ran down his eyes looking down towards the floor as he memorized the crack in the ground while his slow brain gathered how he would react. He looked up at Mike. His eyes weren't filled with anger, but only madness which could scare the toughest of men."Didn't you just turn ten? Do you really think you could fight me, let alone beat me." He said as his eyes of madness fixated on Mike. "I just turned nine, thank you very much" Mike said as his face held a calm look,and then he kicked Carlo in the stomach. He felt Carlo grab his leg and punch his body black and blue. Slowly yet with force, Mike kicked him in his mouth as Carlo punched him in his scattered the street below , most of it was Carlo's but one was his. Mike looked around feeling the gap in his front teeth as he watched his the crowd around him, which he had notice gathering around the fight, cheering for the young a dark alley, a short balding man with black eyes and an extra hundred pounds with an unshaven face smiled at the cash he had just won.