Today he hated. Every day, Hunter hated. Hated something about himself. His hair, himself, his face, his body. Something. Something was always wrong with him, something he had to fix for his uncle.
Today he hated himself. Hated his body. He was a clone, that was all, of a witch hunter. He was a grimwalker. He was many unspeakable and horrible things until he couldn't deal with it all and then he was a runaway. He ran and ran to the first place he could think of, a school. He hated and hated until he was starving and then someone came with food. He came with sandwiches, and Hunter knew it would be alright because he had food and more importantly he had him, his friend. Today he overcame his hatred.
Today he hated his hair. It wasn't his hair, but as it was growing out it reminded him more and more of Caleb, his uncle's brother. When he looked in the mirror, he didn't see Hunter. He saw caleb. He hated and hated until he couldn't hate anymore and he cried as he brought the scissors to his hair. But then he saw her. She didn't hate. Instead, she helped him cut and style it so it would look more like him. He sat in the bathroom, feeling her closeness as she shortened it to its original length, tapping his foot to stop the panic before it could come. He couldn't meet her eyes but she looked at him and he blushed and looked back at her. Today he overcame his hatred.
Today he hated his face. It had always been scarred, reminders from his uncle of his place. But today he couldn't handle it. He was to face his Uncle again and his face was showing and he missed his Golden Guard mask. He was never scared as the Golden Guard. He didn't miss the castle, but he missed the job. Knowing who he was. But then she was there, offering him an owl mask off the ground and telling him he mattered and he was crying until the mask was all gross and snotty. She told him he was family, told him he was a brother, and then the two of them just hugged there in the abandoned house, crying together. Today he overcame his hatred.
Today he hated the pain. It hurt, everything hurt so so much, and Flapjack was gone. Flapjack had disappeared into the light, sacrificing himself for Hunter. Flapjack was gone and it was his fault. His fault Belos reached his friends and his fault Flapjack was… was… He choked on the last word. He hated and hated until for a moment he wished he could join Flapjack. But then she was here, holding him and telling him to sit up slowly. She was here, the closest thing he had ever gotten to a mother and she was protecting him, protecting them all. Today, he overcame his hatred.
Today he hated his heart. How could his heart still beat while Flapjack was gone? Why was he still here when his best friend and closest confidant was gone? Back on the isles, where everything reminded him of Flapjack or he'd turn to talk to his palisman and he wasn't there because he was gone? He hated and hated until he was pacing and crying and Flapjack was gone, and he couldn't do anything about it. But then they walked outside from the owl house and hugged him and it was quiet. They all just stood there, hugging him in the silence, not trying to comfort him, just letting him know that they were there and he mattered. All of them were there. Today he overcame his hatred.
Today he hated his mind. His uncle was gone, and he shouldn't be sad. But he was sad, because no matter how much he tried not to love his uncle he still did. Everyone was hugging their family members except him because he had no one and everything he'd known in his old life was fake and dead and gone. He stood in silence until he heard the friendly call of little prince and he turned and he was there, standing with outstretched arms and Hunter wasn't alone because he had him serving as a father figure. Today he overcame his hatred.
Today Hunter loved. He simply loved. Loved all of him, and embraced it. It was so different. He was tired of hating. His uncle was gone. The Boiling Isles was rebuilt. He had nothing to hate. So he loved. He loved his friend, Gus, and he loved Willow, perhaps as more than a friend, for being there for him. He loved his sister, Luz, and her mother, his protector, Camilla. He loved his almost father, Darius. He loved and missed Flapjack, and his new palisman which was named Waffles. He loved and he loved. He overcame the hatred.
Well, except for one thing. He hated his uncle.
He looked over all of the people who made him Hunter, people who told him he mattered, and he knew he didn't have to be perfect, he just had to be him. He just had to love. Maybe, just maybe, that was okay.
A/N: idk if i like this or not. yes i like angst, sorry hunter but frfr give that boy some therapy, anyways hope you enjoyed! leave a review!