Done at 2:00 am in the morning and on heavy meds. Don't ask. Takes place
at the beginning of TNM. A simple "what if" Chung I and Splinter never
met.
A young woman set in the middle of a shrine, her hood hung heavily over her head. The cold floor hurt her legs, but that thought hadn't entered her mind. Only the un-answered question.
"Why?"
Why was what she whispered when she was alone at night, and it was what she whispered now.
The word brought up her feelings of loneliness and deep sorrow from her heart. She could never forget the years of wondering what was wrong with her. Her green skin contrasted greatly with the villagers, who ran away from fear whenever she went down the street. Even her own father secretly thought she was a freak and would scorn her in front of guests. She wasn't too surprised when he left to become a monk, leaving her alone.
"Why?"
She looked down at her shell, the thing that marked her difference from the others, that part of her that made her a freak. It was the thing that set her apart from the others, the thing that made her inhuman.
Because of it men spat at her, because of it mothers hid their children, because of it she was a demon.
"Everybody hates you, freak."
Stop "Freak! Demon!" Please.. "My mother says you're a demon because you have green skin." No, that's not true, I'm not a demon, why won't you believe me?
"Because, Freak, you're not like us."
Even now the children's screams and laughter echoed in her ears. At an early age, she had learned to avoid humans, focusing on meditation. Again, she asked the question.
"Why?"
The answer she got was not for the question she asked.
Revenge.
A young woman set in the middle of a shrine, her hood hung heavily over her head. The cold floor hurt her legs, but that thought hadn't entered her mind. Only the un-answered question.
"Why?"
Why was what she whispered when she was alone at night, and it was what she whispered now.
The word brought up her feelings of loneliness and deep sorrow from her heart. She could never forget the years of wondering what was wrong with her. Her green skin contrasted greatly with the villagers, who ran away from fear whenever she went down the street. Even her own father secretly thought she was a freak and would scorn her in front of guests. She wasn't too surprised when he left to become a monk, leaving her alone.
"Why?"
She looked down at her shell, the thing that marked her difference from the others, that part of her that made her a freak. It was the thing that set her apart from the others, the thing that made her inhuman.
Because of it men spat at her, because of it mothers hid their children, because of it she was a demon.
"Everybody hates you, freak."
Stop "Freak! Demon!" Please.. "My mother says you're a demon because you have green skin." No, that's not true, I'm not a demon, why won't you believe me?
"Because, Freak, you're not like us."
Even now the children's screams and laughter echoed in her ears. At an early age, she had learned to avoid humans, focusing on meditation. Again, she asked the question.
"Why?"
The answer she got was not for the question she asked.
Revenge.