Land Of Misfits

●Chapter Two●

It had been a few days since you had escaped that house. You weren't doing much better on your own, but it was sad how little if a difference was actually made in your lifestyle.

At least in the streets you had gotten sun, and there was no man to yell at you, to hit you, to throw glass against walls and make you clean up the mess.

You got scraps of food from behind food vendors, and occasionally they would toss you some meat or scraps of bread. It wasn't much..but you were thankful anyway.

During the day you walked through alleys, looking for good shelter, food, better clothes inside trash. This was all you had every really known. You were too young to realize there were no there kids your age roaming the streets as you did.

Too young to realize this wasn't normal.

Too young to realize you weren't going to make it for much longer.

One night, after not being able to find food all day, you sat in your usual ally, cardboard boxes and empty trash bag plastic making a shelter for you. You sat in the tiny shelter, shivering slightly.

You hummed to yourself, rocking yourself gently as a way of comfort. You felt so alone. So cold. So hungry.

Early today you had seen a family. There was a mama, a papa, and three kids. They had nice new clothes...they looked like they had been fed well. The mama was laughing as the papa held the youngest on his shoulders.

Fat, wet tears fell down your face as you held yourself tighter.

Where was your papa,?

Where was your mama,?

You wanted to laugh and play. You wanted to have clean, nice clothes. You wanted to be carried. Why didn't you?

The man's words rang in your head. And your curled up tighter. Maybe you had not deserved it. Shaking a little as your hiccuped to yourself. It was your fault. You had done something wrong. That was the only explanation.

Whatever you did wrong you wanted to make it right. You can make it better. You just wanted what they had. That's all you wanted..

Your stomach growled loudly, a hunger pain shivering through your system as you winced. You needed to find food again soon, maybe the vendor near the butcher shop will give you something tomorrow. The man working there was nice.

You contained to hum some forgotten lullaby, rocking a little. The tears had stopped and you had quickly forgotten the reason for them.

Suddenly, at the entrance of the alley there stood a man. He looked like he was holding a small compass as he drew a symbol on the wall. The mark glowing on the brick in a brilliant blue that lit the alley up.

You gasped a little, eyes widening and shinning with the dazzling light. He seemed to take notice for you because he quickly walked to the shelter. To which you retreated back in. Gasping again, though this time is was in fear.

He crouched down in front of you, his features odd and abstract. You were too young to really process this man was not human. Big horns curved up and out under his hood as he observed you.

You were shaking as he continued to loom at you, eyes narrowing. Though, they seemed to soften when he noticed how tightly your skin wrapped around your bones, how gaunt your face was. Your cracked lips, your matted hair, how dirty you were, how your clothes were ripped and filthy.

His expression had softened significantly.

"You poor creature.."

He murmured. A hand gently brushing against your head. With this action your life played to him like a movie inside his mind. He saw everything, you mother dieing at birth, your father quickly found to shambles and turning to drugs and turning violently abusive to you.

He saw your escape, he saw how you were living as of late and he frowned. He hated humanity and by extension humans..but..you were innocent. You had been discarded and torn by no cause. Your mother's death could not have been prevented, though your father chose you as a blame. It was a wonder how you were even alive right now.

It was a testament to how anything can live In the environment they are put in. His heart had softened to you. He stood up, giving you one last glance of pity as he stepped through the portal and into the hidden city.

Leaving you confused, scared, and colder than you were before.

You fell asleep that night, unable to get that mans hard stare out of your head.