Chapter 1: Night Classes

Pshycology. One of my favourite classes. Only the fact I have to learn about it in brail though. The human mind always interests me, the way it works, the way it thinks, what makes us who we are, our emotions, and everything. Somethings surprise me though, the fact that my mind works different from everyone elses. Even though I may be blind and deaf, I still am able to see things. Imagine things. Experience things. I personally hate being classified as disabled, because I am not disabled. I can do anything. Even with my deformaties.

I feel a light tap on my shoulder. The bell has rung. Nobody taps me on the shoulder unless the bell has rung. I sense that it was Mr. Jeff, because I reckonise his touch and smell.

I feel paper under my hands. I run my fingers over the dots that communicate the human language. It is from my one of my partners Jordan Edwards.

He wanted to know if I needed help getting back to my dorm. Normally I have my room mate Jennifer to do that, but she is out with her friends for a girls night out, and I couldn't make it due to my disabilities, and my night classes which I enjoy greatly.

I shake my head as a signal for a no, and grab my guide, and my coat which were leaning on the chair that I was sitting in. I wave my guide in front of me, when someone grabs my arm and leads me towards the door. I sense the person open the door for me, and I walk out.

Without my sight and hearing, all my other senses have become a lot better. Or otherwise, enhanced. I smell my way back to my dormitory.

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I stare directly into the Elder's amber eyes. I understand his every word. I am to never return to the clan. Ever. My and my hands are a disgrace to the clan itself. What has that mad bad blood done to me?

The Elder has set my ship's coordinates to Earth...Here, allow me to go back a bit:

Ashes everywhere. The Bad Blooded are ruthlessly killing everyone, bringing death and destruction to everything and everyone. These Yautja, a horrid disgrace, somehow lead a sneak attack on our clan in the middle of the night. As the youngest child, I was supposed to be in hiding. Cobalt. Cobalt is my name. I am roaming aimlessly, looking for my parents. It isn't fair. My whole life, my parents beat me. I was scared.

Only one thing on my mind:

Run.

Don't let them catch me.

Faster.

Run, run , run.

If they catch me, they will kill me. If they do, it would be a dishonourable though Yautja try not to show their fears, I am greatly failing at trying to hide them. I do not know what they did to my family, but I am keep on running. The murderous Bad Bloods don't show mercy. I am not ready to die. Especially not a dishonourable death.

I feel a tight grip around my neck. They can't kill me. I flail and kick, and bite, and punch. I know it won't work. But it doesn't stop me from trying. "Do you want to see your parents again, kid?" I hear... reckonise that voice in the Yautja language. That horrid raspy voice. A shiver trails up my spine.

I finally gather up the guts,

"What the heck did you do to my family, Cetanu? Or should I say you berserk idiot."

I just talked back to the lead bad blood Super Predator. I'm quite proud of myself. I am restrained and lead to someplace. It feels like a very dark moment. A moment of sorrow, as I walked pass dead clan members, and comrades. A moment of the fear of death, as I feel I am lead to impending doom.

I am shoved into a very dark room.

I hear whines and cries.

Screams and screeches.

"Alright little ones, debate amongst eachother as for whom will be my test subject," Cetanu, or Berserker, as I call him, remarks. I glare at him. I look around me in the dim light. "Brother!" I hear someone yell. "Cobalt!" I hear my name."Cobalt! Help please!" I hear someone say. I see something that makes my heart hurt. My family huddled up all wounded, my little brother all bloodied up, without an arm and three mandibles are off. Everyone there has an injury of some sort. Berserker wouldn't want an unhealthy host. So... "I am going." I say. "No, son. You are not going. I will go." My father Jak'tre says.

"Father, I have come up with a rational decision. Trust me. For once in you life, trust me." I say as the door creaks open."Decided yet? I gave you a minute just to be nice." Berserker says, I step forward. "A healthy host. Definately needed. Good decision, Jak'tre." Berserker remarks.

"I have decided, just for the sake of your son, I will let you watch him suffer." Berserker remarks, again. "I am sick of this. Just get this done, instead of making your stupid remarks." I say. If I die, then this would probably be the most honourable way to go out. Paya, if not, save me.

I lay down on a testing table, my back and legs aching from my attept to escape. Berserker locks me down to the table. I do not even attempt to resist the restraints. "No resistance? Hmm... faith in Paya, eh?" Berserker says. "Faith..." I mutter.

Berserker holds up the needle.

I look at my father.

His crystal eyes filled with fear.

Fear of losing me.

I twist my mandibles into a smile, hoping to reassure him, even though I can't reassure myself. I know I'm not going to make it. Paya if I do, just kill me then.

I watch as the needle gets closer and closer to my arm...this is it, Cobalt...

BEEP! BEEP! LAND APPROACHING. GET IN YOUR SEATS AND STRAP YOURSELF IN. WARNING: THERE WILL BE A LOT OF TURBULANCE.

I attempt to strap myself in. With my hands, it is incredibly difficult. Paya kill you Berserker. As the ship begins to plummet towards land, I inhale. If I don't make this, I will be very glad. Because I don't know how I'd live with my horrific appearence.

I am no longer Cobalt.

I am Scissor-Hands.

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I am punched in the face. I sense there are more than just one. I can't defend myself. My only way of defending myself is my guide stick, but that was taken from me. It all seemed like it was only a matter of seconds before this whole contreversy occured. It isn't fair. Life isn't fair.

I feel I am being tossed around from person to person, until I am thrown on the ground. I was kicked in the stomach. Then, my worst nightmare happens to me. I feel my leather jacket being torn off. I scream. Scream for somebody to find me. Help me.

Whoever these men are they're teasing me. And I know what they are going to do to me next. What they're going to do is a nightmare. A crime. Something you will go to jail for a long time for. They are going to rape me and I need help.

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I open my eyes and roar. I am not dead. Life wants me that bad, apparently. What purpose do I have? I don't have a purpose. What use am I right now with hands like mine. I push my way through the rubble of the ship. I hear a blood curdling scream. Female. Huh.

I head towards the screams. This isn't a bad hunting place. A concrete jungle. So what. Humans, or pyode amedha, are excellent prey along with the Xenomorphs. Kiande amedha are hard prey. But, so what. Walk through the streets and alley ways of the oomans' 'city'.

I find something that disturbes me.

Males. They are dishonouring a young ooman female. She has some sort of fluid pouring from her eyes. I am cloaked so they can't see me. I don't need my wrist blades to finish off the men. I scan the ooman female over. She... has an incapability... just like me. She is blind and deaf.

I stab the first two men with my hands. I slit two others' throats. The last man runs. I take out my spear and throw it at him. They're finished. The ooman female is breathing heavily, holding up a jacket she has that was torn in half. They attepted to rape her. I shiver at that. The ooman female is wandering around aimlessy, holding out her hands and moving them around to find her way.

She is walking towards me. I uncloak myself, and remain in place. I will not hurt her because she is not worthy prey. I hold out my hands. I hope I won't hurt her. All I want to do is show her we are alike, and that she is not alone.

But, it is difficult to tell an ooman that. And, to top it off, I won't be able to talk to her. I can't. "Who's t- there?" She stutters. She walks up to me, and her hands are in mine. She touches them continuosly. I study her every move. Why am I doing this? Why should I have even done this before? Why should I ha...

I feel a cold touch on my abdomen.

A strange feeling triggers through me as her hands feel my body. What is she thinking? Can't she sense that I am not of this world? Can't she feel that? Her hand trails up my arm smoothly, up to my shoulder, and she places her hand on my chest. A puzzled look fixtures on her face. She FINALLY realized.

I realize her other hand is on my mask, feeling it's every curve, and crease. She is strange yet, a curious figure. She studies me, not sure what to make of me, but she seems strangely relived. I grab the hand that is feeling my mask, as lightly as I could, and she shivers. Goose-bumps trail up her arms at lightning eyes are filled with fear. I want to ask her what's wrong, but I realize. She is very sensitive to the male's touch. I back away from her to give some space, but she falls down to her knees. The fluid from earlier pours from her eyes. "Why?! The one night I do not need help, the one night I wish to be free, something bad has to happen! I knew I was meant for nothing! My destiny is destroyed! AND NOW I'M STUCK HERE WITH THE WORLD FAMOUS MURDERER PREDATOR!" She screams. How does she know what she's saying? It makes no sense to me.

Brail.

She has to know brail.

I use my wrist cuff in order to create sentences in the human language transferred to brail. She cries harder. I wish I could work faster...