"The scarlet stains upon the body and especially upon the face of the victim, were the pest ban which shut him out from the aid and from the sympathy of his fellow-men."
The Mask of the Red Death by Edgar Allen Poe
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Broken Harte
It was late Thursday night. I was walking home from Abi's house. I took the same old
route home through the park. The main street had too many dark allies and the park was
always lit. It took a little longer than the main street but it seemed safer
going through the park because the jerks and weirdos are usually walking around during
this time. I was listening to my mp3 player, staring at the ground, following the cement
trail to the end of the park. As I neared the end of the park, I was grabbed from behind.
Before I could scream for help, my mouth was covered. I was then carried into an unlit
alleyway. There were 3 figures in the darkness. I could not see their faces at all. One of
them held my arms down while the other taped my mouth shut. The third one started
tearing my clothes off. I kept kicking and tried to get free but I didn't have a chance. All I
could do was cry in fear and pain as they raped me. When they were finished, they just
left me there, laughing in their triumph. I just laid their for a while, tears spilling from my
eyes. When I did get home, with tears still flowing from my eyes, my father was waiting
on the couch. He began to yell at me for coming home so late, till he saw my condition.
My fathers shouting brought my mother down from her room. She screamed in horror as
she saw my appearance. She then called the police. They came to the house and asked a
bunch of questions. My mother was sobbing. But my father was furious. Not for
me, but at me. Going on about "this wouldn't have happened if I wasn't out so late. Or if I
just came straight home instead of going through the park." I was the victim and he
blames me....Typical.
That was four years ago. Ever since that day, I have grown a great deal of hatred over
men. When I turned 14, I had my period. That was also the day I discovered I was a
mutant. It was the obvious explanation to the metallic wires that grew out of my palms.
My mother was even more upset to find out I was a mutant. My father was as hateful as
ever. A lot of people from school became bitter towards me, especially the guys who
would constantly mock me. My hatred towards men grew even more. I still had my best
friends, Abigail and Charleen, whom I am very grateful for. At the age of 16, I have
learned to control my newfound powers. I can extract metallic wires from my palms
whenever I wanted.
It was a Friday night. Charleen and I threw Abigail a surprise Birthday party. Abigail's
parents were really nice to me. They offered to drive me home but I insisted on walking. I
took my usual route through the park. As I neared the end of the park, I was grabbed from
behind. I tried to scream for help but my mouth was covered. I was carried to an barely lit
alleyway. There were three figures in the darkness. I heard their voices. These were the
same guys who raped me three years earlier. Remembering that day made something tick
inside. I would not allow them to do it again. In blind fury, I extracted metallic wires
from my palms and wrapped it around one of them and held him over the other two. The
other two looked in shock as I tightened the wires, shredding my victim into pieces,
spilling his blood onto them. With two wires from each hand, I grabbed all four limbs
from a second guy. As he yelled for help from his friend, his friend began to ran. As I
pulled my wires back, my victim was dismembered. I was not going to let the last one get
away. They must pay for their crime. Blood for Blood. As he ran, I extended my arm and
guided the wires into his back, wrapped them around his heart, and tore it through is chest
for him to see before he dies. When it was all over, the entire alleyway was a bloody
mess. I just stood there staring at the outcome of my revenge. From that day forth, I knew
no one will EVER put their hands on me like that again.