Title: Lessons on the wide world
Word Count: 292
Character(s): Killer
Topic: School
Media: fic
Spoiler(s): Supernovas
Rating: M
Warning: Mutilation….:C and moar angst! (It's worse I'm getting not better)
He was still a boy when they took his eyes.
There had been no reason but he remembered their laughter and silently internalised the lesson they had taught him.
His sister had bandaged him and he still remembers the sound and feel of her hair as she leant in to aid him.
They danced in the woods, twirling and dodging until he could feel the air around him. Once he achieved that there was a certain renewed sense of freedom to the world.
He grew cruel and cold. They thought it was resentment stemming from his new disabilities but he did not see it that way. He was young, strong and could see more than those who still depended on their eyes. The boy had graduated to a cool and collected young man that remembered his lessons well.
They came again and taught him another lesson, using his sister this time. He smelt the blood, felt the temperature and movement in the air and knew she was dying.
The woman had reached out grasping for him but he had merely kicked her clutching fingers aside and mused on this further lesson.
He turned on his heel and followed those that had dispensed his most important life lessons in order to return the favour.
They had screamed, he remained impassive and disapprovingly realised that they had not learned the lessons they had been teaching.
The people had cautiously cheered the lessons he had given until he promptly turned to their education.
The strong prosper and they do as they will. He learned this lesson and bred it into his bones. He was strong…and they were not.
The world was built by the strong, so he decided to go and seek a piece of it.