The world is unkind.
To Fauni, at least. We are labeled as degenerates, thieves, killers and worse. So why do people act surprised when some actually carry out those deeds? Was it not them who forced us into the shadows?
Sometimes I wonder if we were born as monsters. But then I remember, that we're not the only ones. Those bigoted devils that sit on their high chairs and think that Fauni are at their beck and call are wrong.
They forget; that even a cornered mouse can be dangerous.
The White Fang had been the only place to accept me for who I was. But as time passed, I began to see that I was wrong. After all, how could they accept others when they could not accept themselves? Resorting to violence makes us no different from the monsters that treated us less than human. Why do they not see the truth? That doing such things are making the labels tougher to scrape away? Adam had fallen prey to the darkness. He is no longer who he was before, the person whom I knew. The childish, bull headed Faunus who fought to protect the innocents now slayed the ones he vowed to protect.
I managed to climb out of that dirty, dark hole. But–
It clings to my skin.
Damp–
Dark–
Dirty–
Like a parasite, it slowly rots me from the inside out.
As I walk down the street with a bow on my head and a book in my hands; I can almost smell the decaying flesh of the dead, and hear the screams of the ones I have killed without mercy and hesitation.
Ironically, Beacon academy is the shining beacon in the sea of darkness that engulfs me.
And as the bright lights from clean, sparkling souls wash over me; I can't help but think that eventually…I'll be alright.
AN: Made it more cheerful at the end. The second chapter of Cocoa with a dash of red is really hard to write when you have a writer's block. Some good news (for me at least) is that I passed my major exams! Now i can stop worrying and write more trashy ships ohohoho.