Title: Beneath the Masks
Rating: PG
Author: Tigeressbeam
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I own nothing, that is JK Rowlings department
A/N Alrighty Folks, I hope this doesn't disappoint anybody who actually likes my stories, I wrote and edited this in under an hour, its several chapters long but the chapters are short, NO COMMENTS ON GRAMMAR PLEASE, I know my spelling and grammar suck, telling me about it will not help. Any Way, on with the show, REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW
Oh, before I forget, If you find yourself looking for some more good ficcage, check out my other stories, and my friend Starwolf the insanes' fics. Cheers ~ Tigeressbeam
Colors of my Life
Death, it holds little meaning to many, yet it surrounds us, a mar in the world we would like to see, and therefore ignored. The people who bring death, who revel in the suffering of others, led by a man consumed in his own malice, are a scar upon the painting we have created together, a streak of black across brilliant colors and patterns that have taken our lives to create.
I began with a scar, marring the canvas that should have been only mine to begin, and to end, but it is shared by the others who see it as their own. Those who see me as the one who can remove this blackness from their perfect pictures, such hope they put in a year old baby boy, no longer able to conceal himself in the ignorance of childhood as he grew.
Savior, I am their constant, their hope, a flag of freedom for those who are encased in blackness, and a burning green light. Fighting for freedom, from fear, from pain, fighting for the freedom to paint their own picture, looking to me for the symbol of what they are fighting for.
They fight for freedom from the blackness, I fight for the freedom to control the colors on my canvas.