A/N. X-Men fanfic, this chapter is about by OC. Give it a chance and, if you like it R&R because that's what makes me write! Enjoy, R&R.
Noise. So much noise. Snide Laughter, clapping, then silence. Always silence. No way to distract myself from the burning, from the heat, from the torture. Cats have 9 lives they say, but that's cats. Not mutants.
I only have 1 life, but as many times as I try to take it, I come back stronger than ever. No scratches, no whip marks, nothing. Plain, pale, olive, healthy skin.
Madness. That was what it was, the constant ringing in my head, the fire building and burning in my skull. Voices, always voices. My sensitive hearing could pick up a butterfly's wing beat; my eyes would even see it, but I could never see the bodies belonging to the voices.
I wished none of this; I would give anything to just be a normal human. Just to be human, not to be a monster; a circus freak. Every time I looked at myself in the shattered mirror I would see feral blue eyes, a small nose, broad shoulders form years of work, and blue hair.
That's what they called me, Blue. I don't even know my real name I was given as a child; the memory had dissipated, I was raised here. Here at the Circus.
I was born a mutant, sectioned from the humans, called a freak, raised as an outsider. From an early age I had blue hair; people would think that I dyed it, but I was still seen as different in the other childrens eyes. It was bearable.
That was until my real power started showing; I would wake up in the night, shaking and shivering, my hands clammy and my hair clinging to my forehead, thick with sweat.
My sheets would be ripped, my walls scraped to pieces, old wallpaper peeling off with claw marks branded into the paper. Everything around me would be torn to shreds.
But not a scratch on myself, never. I may fall from great heights, never a broken bit of skin in sight, I may be pushed over in the playground by bullies, never a blood stain, nothing hurt…
Physically that it, mentally… mentally I was a mess. I needed help; I needed a friend, a family; someone to rely on.
I haven't seen my parents since they gave me to the circus, when I say 'gave', I mean practically thrown me at the Circus ringleader. Any opportunity to get rid of me, they would have taken it.
Even if it meant giving me to a circus of animals, trained and torture to do things that hurt them. Abused and mistreated with no way to escape.
The circus that I went to see when I was but a child was beautiful and serene. The animals were beautifully groomed, well fed and given plenty of room to graze and play in. At first I thought it would be fun, but as I think about it now, I was just a naïve little child.
After a year of being at the Circus I knew what pain was. The torture would hurt, so much pain. I would heal, but I could always feel the pain, feel it spread throughout my body like a bush fire.
The one thing that hurt more than the gruelling torture was the transformation.
My bones broke and grew; my skin ripped and revealed the crimson liquid below the surface. My features changed in shape, painful noises screaming out of my mouth that were definitely not human.
The only thing that didn't change was the colour of my eyes and my hair. However, my hair would no longer be a messy block of tangled hair on my head; it would dissipate, cover my entire body. I could no longer see my pale skin; I would be covered with blur fur from head to toe.
My nails grew out, thick and sharp like razors, they protruded from my paws and cut into the ground like it wasn't even there. My teeth grew out of shape, long and pointed at the ends, all of them now canines, sharp and ready to rip through flesh.
A growl would hum in my throat and power would surge through my body, all my features were completely different. I was no longer a human-looking girl, I was a monster. The closest thing I could describe my horrific form as, was a lion without a mane.
A lioness.
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