Discliamer: Don't own...never will
Fear,
By Fatalonie
He looked in the mirror and sighed sadly. It was too much, but he had to live with it. Why was he blessed like this? For him, it wasn't a blessing, more like a nightmare.
He ran his fingers over his face, and then looked down at his hands. They didn't know how he felt. They didn't know at all, but that was because he wouldn't let them know. It was just another day, hiding behind a mask so that he would not get ridiculed. So that he could hide the self-shame he had in himself.
Slowly the three-fingered mutant reached for the watch that lay on his dresser, turning away from the mirror. He slipped it onto his wrist and then turned to look in the mirror. He could see through it. See through it to the real him, to what he really was. But perhaps that was because he knew what he really was. Even though no one else did. He sighed and turned away from the unjust mirror. He sighed and closed his eyes. Oh well, he though sadly, it's time for breakfast anyways. Slowly he let the painful thought come to him to pull him out of his self-pity.
"It could be worse," he whispered to himself and let himself teleport to the dining room. One last thought about his life and then that smile he had lived with since he had gone there found his face. He forced his eyes to sparkle with a life that just wasn't there and grinned to everyone at the table.
'It could be worse... Night Crawler...'
Fear,
By Fatalonie
He looked in the mirror and sighed sadly. It was too much, but he had to live with it. Why was he blessed like this? For him, it wasn't a blessing, more like a nightmare.
He ran his fingers over his face, and then looked down at his hands. They didn't know how he felt. They didn't know at all, but that was because he wouldn't let them know. It was just another day, hiding behind a mask so that he would not get ridiculed. So that he could hide the self-shame he had in himself.
Slowly the three-fingered mutant reached for the watch that lay on his dresser, turning away from the mirror. He slipped it onto his wrist and then turned to look in the mirror. He could see through it. See through it to the real him, to what he really was. But perhaps that was because he knew what he really was. Even though no one else did. He sighed and turned away from the unjust mirror. He sighed and closed his eyes. Oh well, he though sadly, it's time for breakfast anyways. Slowly he let the painful thought come to him to pull him out of his self-pity.
"It could be worse," he whispered to himself and let himself teleport to the dining room. One last thought about his life and then that smile he had lived with since he had gone there found his face. He forced his eyes to sparkle with a life that just wasn't there and grinned to everyone at the table.
'It could be worse... Night Crawler...'