Over and Over by Eve-the-Charlotte
Pairings: One-sided Fred/Jean.
This story is seventh in my series, now officially dubbed Witchblood-verse, since it was the first. I feel bad for Freddy here, though that doesn't seem to stop me from writing this.
It kept happening to him. Once he trusted someone for five seconds, they turned out to be evil lying hypocrites that betrayed him at every turn. Yet, this time, he thought she'd be different. She sort of reminded him of his mother, with her pretty green eyes and kind smile, but what he felt for her he certainly did not feel for his own mother, his dearest mother, who died giving birth to him, his weight rupturing her birth canal, splitting her open. She died within hours of his first breath. His father punished him for it, denying him food, until baby Fred bit off two of his fingers and munched on them happily while his father screamed in agony.
Dear old Daddy then sent him to an orphanage, citing that his less than a year old son was a cannibalistic little SOB and he couldn't handle him anymore. The orphanage quickly dumped him into the hands of the ringmaster of Circus of Horrors. To this day, the director of the small Texan orphanage claimed that he had died.
The ringmaster treated him horribly, starving him until his body craved food so badly he ate human flesh. They called him Hannibal Lector's Son and made a killing off of the crowds he attracted. This went on for years until he managed to escape in the back of an old man's pickup. He could eat steel bars as well. The old man nearly dropped dead when he saw Freddy sitting in the back of his truck, right under the tarp. He then realized what this meant for his monster truck show, since the man figured out how strong the boy had to be since he was so big.
So, Fred became the star of Charlie's Monster Truck Show, being the finale act. This continued for a while, but it wasn't any better than the circus in terms of one thing. People still found his very existence humorous and enjoyed guffawing at his blunders. He grew angry. What right did they have to laugh at him? What was the big joke?
His life seemed to be turning a new leaf when Mystique hired him. He would finally stop performing for the amusement of others. They would never laugh at him again! So he thought. Boy was that naïve!
He trusted Jean Grey, trusted her to protect him from bullying, from the laughter of others. In return, he would have given her the world, no matter what it took. Yet, she left him, left him for that one-eyed loser. He was so mad, a raging beast had replaced who he was for a moment and, in that moment, he had lost her forever.
He should be used to this, everyone using him; it happened to him over and over again. So, why did it hurt so much now?
Now I feel horrible for doing that to Fred. Review, please, to make me feel better.
Word count according to Microsoft Word 2007: 539.