AN: This is just a little idea that was running around in my head and begging to be written, so viola! Here we are. Now, despite the two main characters being John and Karkat, they aren't going to be paired at all in this fanfic. If anything, there would be HammerTime and Karezi, just because I ship those pairings the most.
And even though this definately isn't Homestuck universe, Karkat does have the same problem with bloodcolor here- that he is considered a mutant. Heck, that's the entire reason this fanfic exists in the first place. So sit back, relax, and enjoy this short little prologue until I get the next chapter finished.
He wasn't quite sure what had happened to him. Everything was a blur, a painful blur whirling around in his head and making him dizzy in discomfort.
He needed someplace safe, someplace dark, someplace to hide and hope no one could ever find him ever again.
But at the same time, he needed someone, something, anyone or anything that could give him comfort, a comfort he so desperately needed and longed for, especially now, as red blood dripped down his front, sides, and back. Red, the mutant color. The color that caused him all this pain and suffering.
His leg didn't want to move, and every time he twitched his wrist, even just slightly, it sent pangs of agony running through him- not that the multiple gashes weren't already. Blood had spilled along every inch of the way he had crawled already, ever since that crater he had landed into.
He wasn't even sure what happened that caused him to fall into a crater in the first place, or how he had escaped. Only seconds beforehand, he was being viciously beaten. Then, he was suddenly falling through the sky and crashing into the ground below. When he was able to rouse himself enough to look around, there was a dip in the earth from where he had crash landed. Ever since then, he had been crawling along, trying to find someplace safe.
It didn't matter. They would find the blood trail, see the red, and know it was a mutant. They would follow him. It would be his end. He couldn't fight any more. He was barely even alive…
He couldn't take it any longer. It was too much to move forward, even another inch. And so he collapsed, folding over on himself and curling up, shaking. Everything hurt, he was frightened, he was in pain, he was alone but in such desperate need of someone, anyone to comfort him and tell him everything would be all right…
The words rang through his head, all the words that had been beaten in through the years but which he pretended didn't matter. Mutant, freak, red-blood, all of his kind should be exterminated. He pretended it didn't bother him.
But now, all of their words ran through his head, and for the first time, he accepted that he was a mutant. A mistake, never meant to have happened. Lower than the lowest lowblood.
And with that acceptance, along with all the pain brought upon him, came the first tears he had ever willingly shed in his life.
Far, far away, on a different planet, a blind girl in a treehouse was trying to contact a certain someone, who seemed to be offline at the moment. It didn't stop her from trying.
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