Title: The Exception
Author: schyra
Rating: G
Pairing: N/A
Warnings: N/A
Summary: [10/01/2017]
Author's Note: Written for Rave Xmas Party 2016 - Day 3: Favorite Antagonist
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The Exception
When Lucia was little, his mother used to say he was special.
Lucia didn't really think he was special.
He was just some blonde kid with a mommy, and a daddy, and no friends. He was little Lucia Raregroove, who would stare out the window at the other children playing but could never scrape up the courage to go outside and join them. Because he lived different. Because it was dangerous. Because there were strange men where daddy worked, and Lucia didn't really like them, but they worked for daddy so he tried to anyway. Because the other children looked at him, and seemed to see the shadows of those men hovering somewhere over his shoulders.
Even so, mommy would comb her fingers through his hair, smile that warm, comforting smile that he liked best and hold him close, and Lucia would understand what she meant, in those times. He could feel what she meant, in those times. In those times, he could feel like the 'special' she meant he was.
His mother used to call Lucia special, but he didn't really begin to believe it until his other mother called him special too.
She said that Lucia wasn't like other people.
Lucia was special because he could sit in the dark for hours on end, and not get scared anymore.
He was better because he didn't cry when his bones break, or when the floor was hard and cold, or even when the last of his baby teeth fell out.
He didn't get tired, either. Not really.
He was special because he was strong; Lucia could punch through walls. Kick through stone. Shatter the bones of full-grown men and rip their beating hearts right out of their chests.
He could bench-press a tank.
Lucia knew about a hundred ways to kill someone, and came up with a few more as a creativity project.
He could hear Dark Brings. Lucia could wield the Sinclairs.
What he could never do was live amongst normal humans - do 'normal' human things like have a family, or play soccer or go to school with a lunchbox.
"It's because you're special," Mother would croon, in that lilting, shifting voice, and Lucia desperately, terribly wanted to believe her. He wanted to feel that 'special' again. He tries to feel like that again each time Mother told him that Lucia was different, separate, above all those other humans. Because he just wasn't the same.
Lucia was different, and he was going to do great things one day.
Lucia was going to be a God.
Lucia was someone that must become God.
It was proof that Lucia was 'Special'.
Because if he wasn't, then what was all this suffering even for?
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