This is technically from Damian's P.O.V., but you could probably interpret it as an AU of one of the others. R&R, Enjoy, have some cake that isn't a lie, and have a good day/night/year.

Wounded


Dawn's first light hits me hard,

and I know that it's bad.

The wound that shot though me

the night before this one,

but I have to wake up

to face the pain I feel.


They are all staring at me,

as if I am the freak.

You'd think they'd never seen blood,

though some are faking the expression.

Then one of them throws up,

and I just want to run.


This lady is staring at me,

wondering how I got this bad

because I didn't make a sound,

not even in my P.E. class,

so I know I scare her

more than even the crazies here.


"What happened to you," they ask.

I don't even glance at them.

They think they're the best thing,

when really they couldn't be worse,

yet I'm told to 'respect' them,

but they have never earned it.


He asks me why I fight,

as if he would ever understand.

I tell him the simple truth:

I do what I was trained,

sometimes even what I am told

to save people that can't fight.


None of them really get it,

what fighting means to an assassin,

how hard it is to save,

but I won't kill, not now.

I have learned the better way,

so now I will not kill.


Just to clear up some stuff, the page breaks are there because I couldn't make the spacing stay, and I wanted to show off the fact that each line is six words and each stanza is six lines. This whole concept was based upon six word memoirs I was assigned to write in English, and, clearly, I got bored with 10 six word memoirs so I made an entirely separate one of these ranting to my English teacher about how hard it was to come up with good six word memoirs. Anyway, sorry I haven't posted anything in a while. I couldn't figure out how to finish Blue Jay Journey, but hopefully that will happen soon, the problem being that I've entirely rethought the entire thing about five times, and still haven't made it any better.