BLEEDING OUT
I press the cold sharp blade against my flesh, my arm, my chest, my leg, letting the razor-edge of the knife cut deeper into my skin, gradually letting a small drop of scarlet blood pool over my midnight blue skin. My blood looks the same as theirs, same colour, same consistency, the same life providing force runs runs through theirs as it does mine, only my physical outer appearance shows any difference between us. I bleed out for you, in your name. I bare the surface of the blue skin I was born with and I count my sins and for every sin I have committed I take a deep breath, close my eyes and once more let the dagger carve into my skin, taking in the pain and suffering I feel and letting it trickle out through the life liquid leaving my arm as I bleed out for you in the hopes that one day you, the father of all, will be able to forgive a sinful humble servant. I bleed out in your name and once more a scar is added to my collection. Another sin, another reminder.
There have been days when I have lost my around, the seasons stop as the days, months, years run into each other, blending together until it is just a blur of time passing me by. The sky is constantly grey, as I flit from place to place faster than lightning, people screaming everywhere I go screaming at me, screaming hurtful things. This I when, in my darkest time I reach inside myself to see if there is actually a heart that still beats inside of me. In my darkest hour I hear your voice, you tell me to hold on, to hold on to what I have, to hold on to who I am. But I know that you words are useless, my innocence is gone, the scars on my arms, chest, legs prove that. What I was taught was wrong now seems right, seems the only way I can survive and what was right now seems wrong.
When the hour is nigh I can feel the hopelessness sinking in, into my heart and into my mind, wondering if you are even there at all, if you were ever there. High up in the mountains where I have escaped to the wolves howl, filling the night with their hollering calls. My yellow eyes stair out into the night, the emptiness sinking into my soul is all I know and yet I hold onto you, to belief that you are really there. The people who see me believe I feed off of the darkness, how else can they explain the reason for my midnight blue skin, my yellow eyes, my pointed tail. I become the peoples scarecrow, not to scare the crow, but to scare the children, to warn them of the monsters out there.
Yet through everything you tell me to hold on and I listen, making yours the only voice I can hear above the screams of terror that surround me and although I try I cannot help but stray from the path you have lit for me committing sins against you, none of which I am proud of. That is why I do it, for every sin I commit I sculpt the designs of the angels into my skin, causing lighter skin to grow in its place as the wound I create heals. I am bleeding out for you, in your name God, because it is you and only you, than can save me from this world and from my sins.
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Sadly I have only ever seen the X-Men movies and have never read the comics so if there are any differences/ things wrong with the story I'm sorry but I know know difference.
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