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Disclaimer: I Don't Own Young Justice!
WARNING: Blood, Disturbing Imagery, Self Harm
He traced the edge of the knife with his fingers, eyeing the broken mirror in front of him.
His reflection stared back at him with curious yellow eyes. Blood stained the edges of his jaw, and his skin was as pale as ever. But what caught his gaze was his dirty overgrown hair. It reached down past his ears just barely touching his neck.
He tilted his head slightly, letting a strand of hair brush against his cold face. It felt wet and glinted in the mirror.
"Heck, You need a haircut goldie."
He knew he should get back to his master, but...
But…
He pulled a strand of hair from his face and swiftly brought up the knife- cutting it off.
It fell to the ground, but he paid no attention to it. Instead he stared at his reflection once again.
It looked almost exactly the same.
He wasn't satisfied.
"What did they do to you? You look horrible."
He wasn't satisfied.
He licked his lips, a burning passion filling his heart.
He wasn't satisfied.
He swiped his knife up, and began cutting, cutting, cutting.
It started coming down in strands
Then in clumps
Then thick bloody patches
But he couldn't stop, not now, not yet. Not when he was so close to being…
...To being fixed.
And soon the ground littered with black hair and red dots.
Blood dripped down his forehead.
And yet he felt nothing- just his fingers twitching in anticipation as he pulled the knife away.
His hands shaking and eyes twitching, he tilted his head once again and stared into the shards of glass.
This time he saw a different picture.
His head was no longer covered in long thick black hair. Instead only awkward clumps and bloody patches of hair were left. Some short, some completely gone and some sticking out in different directions.
Satisfied now?
His fist slammed into the already broken glass sending it shattering to the ground.
He crumpled to the ground as His eyes welled up.
Why? He didn't know.
He couldn't control it, the small part of him he tried to contain. The small part that hadn't been cleansed by the owls.
The small part that was still human.
But that didn't matter now, his master was waiting.
And he would have to be satisfied with that.
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