Demonlrd here with another song-fic!! (My second!!!) I was listening to this song on the bus and this idea came to me. It was amazing. I don't own anything, but if you'd like to hear the song there's a link on my profile.
I hope you enjoy!!
God Help the Outcasts
The mutant known as Nightcrawler peeks hesitantly out from under his hood. The rain runs off his cloak to pool at his feet. All eyes fall on him. He takes off his cloak and approaches the statue of the Virgin Mary. He lights a candle, the tiny flame giving his blue fur a strange light, and begins to pray, the entire congregation watching him.
I don't know if you can hear me
Or if you're even there
I don't know if you would listen
To a gypsy's prayer
Yes I know I'm just an outcast
I shouldn't speak to you
Still I see your face and wonder
Were you once an outcast too?
A young boy sat in a cardboard box trying to stay out of the rain. He was shivering, frozen and starving. A group of teenagers walked by and he held out his hand, moving towards them. One of the girls stopped and pulled some money out of her purse for the "poor little dear." But when he reached the street light, they saw it: he was green. A boy snatched the girl back, his friends gathering around him.
"Looky here boys, we found ourselves a mutant."
God help the outcasts
Hungry from birth
Show them the mercy they don't find on earth
God help my people
They look to you still
God help the outcasts
Or nobody will.
They boys descended on the miserable creature, landing blows and kicks on his frail body. "Kill it! Kill it!" the girls cried, huddled together in the safety of the street-light's glow. The small boy screamed and wailed, and cried to God to save him. For anyone to save him. A light swept the alley and the boys stopped. The police.
The group ran off, leaving the broken body of the young mutant boy sobbing and shivering in the rain. Seeing the group of teenagers, the police stopped to investigate.
"It's a little kid."
The second officer's flashlight landed on the boy. "Christ, it's green."
"It's a mutant. Looks like it's in pain." He pulled out his gun.
"Best put it out of its misery."
"Gladly."
In the far corners of the church, people raised their voices in prayer:
I ask for wealth
I ask for fame
I ask for glory to shine on my name
I ask for love I can possess
I ask for God and his angels to bless me
Nightcrawler's voice rose above them all, strong and pleading.
I ask for nothing
I can get by
But I know so many
Less lucky than I
Please help my people
The poor and down trod
He lifts the lid on the coffin and lightly brushes the bullet hole in the dead boy's head. His blue fur matches nicely with the boy's green skin.
I thought we all were
The children of God
The congregation sits in silence, mesmerized and shocked by by the mutant before them and the boy in the coffin. A man in the back row suddenly rises and stands on the pew. Raising his hands to the ceiling he cries:
God help the outcasts
Children of God.
There won't be another chapter, but please press the magic review button and let me know what you think so I have feed-back for my next song-fic. I've been thinking of doing one in the movie verse with Bobby and John with the song "Brother, My Brother". If you'd like to see it, lemme know.
Thanks for reading!!
~ Demonlrd