Abominable

Ch.1 - why them?

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(Present)

 Sometimes I wonder how we've become who we are in this time of a disastrous era. Full of evil... hate, power hungry people. I barely managed to survive in a world like that. It's never easy, you know, having to kill every single person that's ever wronged you.
Having to kill a man at the age of 22. Especially when you didn't have a choice.

From the moment I was born, People always judged me and thought I had been born for evil. Being born on the 13th of November, which villagers thought it was known to be the day of a cursed fate. And it so happens to be every 100 years. And I so happen to have been born on that day.  Mothers who birthed their own child on that sanctified day were known to disown them. Give them away with little to no remorse. If not, the mothers would be stopped from ever contacting their loved ones again. If they do not abide by that rule, death would come upon them.

My mother died when I was only a mere child. I don't remember much on what occurred that day that she passed. It's like it all became a blur. My father and brother never liked to talk about what happened to her. Almost like it never happened.

I heard stories from my father that people never liked to go near her, nor did they like to communicate with her. And they had done the same to me, as they did to her. I've been treated like an outcast, they treated me as if I was an abomination to society. Parents, neighbors and even children talked about me. Mothers told their kids never to step one foot close to me. Though it seems all the men never really had an issue with me.

I had been tormented that way for too long, I owned up to that image they made of me. A monster.

Here I am, centuries later, walking the streets alongside people who gave me glares of disgust and curiosity. They knew I was different; they knew what kind of creatures lurk around in this type of world. They were no strangers to it. Some took pleasure knowing that something other than humans existed. They gave themselves up like bait just to feel the thrill of being taken by an inhumane being.

But worst of all. I hated who I've become. Those are the thoughts that consume me every night when I close my eyes. I didn't want to live this way, not being able to lay and move on peacefully, and put my soul to rest. I'm exhausted.

But I wasn't alone, my brother stayed by my side since I was born, and he never left.

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I stared out the misty window, not a speck of color radiated from the outside world, the dark storm clouds adorned the gloomy sky, as the window fogged from the warmth of my breath. The sound of thunder was music to my ears, almost euphoric. It reminded me of my young days of sitting outside, while I closed my eyes as I imagined myself flying in the sky. Every kids dream, is it not?