No Compromise
7. Wrecked
He became their toy. Anytime he slipped, they used the excuse to rain blows upon his body, his heart.
Although he fought to defy them in memory of his guardians, he was just a boy. Soon, the horns on his head became the signifiers of his worthlessness. He hated them.
So when the other Faunus found him, knife embedded in one stubby bullhorn as he tried sawing it off, tried becoming what was so much damn better than him, they cried. They begged him not to. They told him that their people were beautiful.
He cried. He just wanted to see that beauty, too.