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Chapter 3
Hated
His toy snapped clean in half. The children backed away from the abnormal child. Then they laughed. "You're a freak!" They walked away, laughing. He didn't mean to. He was being careful with the toy. Then it just... broke. The only thing that ran through his head was, 'Why? Why was I born like this?'
He looked over to see Ruby, one of the workers at the Orphanage, talking to the children, seeing what the commotion was all about. Then she looked over to see Drac, with the broken toy, and sneered in disgust as she walked the children to go back to their room. 'You'll be safe in there' he heard her murmer. He looked down at his hand, wishing he could escape from his brute strenght. But you can't run away from yourself.
There was one upside to his freakish strength and that was how he could get the work around the orphanage done. So he got some allowance, the only thing that brought joy in his life. He got up off the cold wooden floor of the orphanage, and walked outside. He walked into the morning air, hanging a right to go into town. This was his favorite part of the walk, being out here in the woods, he walked down the worn path where grass was starting to grow again. Winter was approaching and people had already stocked up. There was less traveling to town, so the grass was starting to grow back over. He saw the first building on the left, he was getting close to the market. He entered town, trying his best to ignore all of the people on the street.
None of the townsfolk liked him. They tried to act like they just didn't see Drac, but they were walking in a perfect oval around him, just to avoid him. He could always hear their murmuring, he could see their disgusted and frightened glances, and he could feel their hate.
The Store Clerk put his earnings up after counting the total for the day. Glancing up at Drac, he spontaneously returned to his "important task" pulling the coins out pretending to count the makings of the day, just to avoid eye contact. Putting a toy similar to the one he had previously broken on the counter, he idley gave the Clerk a copper coin. He shook his head when the Clerk started rubbing his fingers together, indicating that it was not enough. "This is the usual amount, and you know it" Drac said. Hurriedly, he grabbed his toy and walked out, starting off toward home.
He heard a bell ring. The bell that indicated that it was time to go to the Dining Room, and have dinner.
He played with his peas, pushing them to one side of the plate back to the other thoughtlessly. The table was completely silent. As it was every night. He didn't feel like eating. "May I be excused?" Drac asked. No one looked up. "You may." Ruby said quickly, as if she was anticipating it, waiting for it, pleading for it.
He left the table, and went to his room. As he lyed down, he could hear the children laughing, and the staff of the orphanage laughing, as if the dead silence that had recently occupied the Dining Hall, had never existed. A tear rolled down his cheek, as he drifted into a dreamless sleep.
* * * * * *
He woke up to a small knock. "Come in" he said with little thought. But the door didn't budge. He lifted his head a little and waited for a moment. Finally, a reply came to his invitation. "Get out. Just leave. No one wants your company. You're a menace! Just get out of here before you put some kind of curse on us, or some horrible plague!"
He had expected it. A tear rolled down his cheek. But it didn't make the stabbing pain of their hate hurt any less. He knew he wasn't wanted here. People feared him, many people were afraid to sleep at night just knowing he existed. The shadow under the door dissapeared, and he could see the light from the candle faiding away.
For a good long time, he just lay there. But finally he managed to bring himself to his feet, he began packing some clothes, and prepared to leave. One day he arrived at this ophanage, and was loved. People looked at the adorable newborn baby, and felt a ping of sorrow that someone had abandoned him. Then the accidents started happening. When people went to pinch his cheek, as he went to grab their hand to pull it away there was the sound of a crack as their bones broke. He was different.
The cool night air brushed against his face as he fleeted into the woods. Drac was nearing the edge of where citizens wandered, where he could be free. "Finally. I can be free. I can live away from all this hate. I can stop scaring people." He saw something in his peripheal, suddenly he was on the ground. His vision was blury, and his head was throbbing with pain. A dark figure emerged.
"My my, look what we have here," the Shop Clerk said, smacking his club against his palm. "A little freak, who thinks he can go around town. telling me how much I'm going to sell the toy for!" Two more figures emerged. The second man spoke,"It would be a shame if he was wandering around the woods at night and a black horned fatch got a hold of him." The third one spoke up "Too bad no one would care." They beat him mercilessly.
As darkness grasped his mind, and counsciousness faded away, only one thought inhabited his mind "I am different. I am... hated."
Credit of the picure used goes to Ruvsk on Deviantart.com
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