AN/ Hi wattpad. Sorry for abandoning yall. I finished this fic a few days after I mass published all the chapters from ao3 and...forgot. so yeah. Sorry for leaving you om a cliffhanger that could be resolved by reading the ao3 version.
“Xelqua. That’s with an ‘X’ not a ‘Z’.”
Grian found himself in a state of desperation, but he refused to compromise his true identity by revealing his deadname or preferred name. Instead, he adopted an in-between name, Xelqua, which captured his masculine essence without fully exposing his true self.
The excruciating pain that surged through Xelqua's body when his wings forcefully tore out of his back was unbearable. He couldn't help but scream, his voice filled with agony. Blood stained his mattress as he convulsed in his bed, unsure if this transformation was a miraculous gift or a cruel curse.
Realising he couldn't remain in the oppressive environment he called home, Xelqua made a resolute decision to escape. He gathered a few basic supplies, carefully stepping over piles of empty alcohol bottles and cigarette butts strewn across the floor. There was no love lost for his absent father, but he couldn't help but yearn for the comforting presence of Mumbo.
After enduring twenty gruelling days on the unforgiving streets, Xelqua resorted to covering his magnificent wings with a weathered poncho, concealing them from prying eyes. Determined to distance himself from the turbulent street he grew up on, he purposefully ignored the barrage of concerned text messages from his friend.
>Mumbo: Please, I'm begging you, tell me what's going on.<
>Grian: No. I can't. You might know one day if I ever get caught and my face is all over the news. Until then, you don't know me anymore. Forget I existed, it’s better for both of us.<
<You have blocked Mumbo.>
In a surge of intense frustration and the need to sever ties with his past, Xelqua unleashed all his pent-up emotions on his phone, smashing it forcefully into the road. Gathering the shattered remains, he swiftly discarded them into a nearby bin. He couldn't afford any attachments to his previous life—none at all.
Wherever Xelqua sought refuge, trouble seemed to shadow his every step. It had become an unfortunate pattern in his life. One fateful morning, as he woke to the harsh reality of fists raining upon his bruised face, he found himself engulfed in a sea of hate-filled voices, hurling insults and every name except his own at him. In that moment, Xelqua's spirit wavered, and he contemplated whether the release of death would be more merciful than the relentless torment he endured.
Yet, in a strange twist of fate, the onslaught abruptly ceased, replaced by an eerie silence that hung heavy in the air. Through the haze of pain and confusion, Xelqua felt himself being lifted, cradled by lithe fingers that gently carried him away from the brutality he had become accustomed to.
Slowly regaining consciousness, Xelqua's blurred vision focused on an unknown individual who was now poking and prodding his weakened body. With a dry throat, he mustered a weak voice.
YOU ARE READING
Creation Of Cremations - Mumscarian Superhero AU
Fiksi PenggemarGrian and Scar are the notorious CuteGuy and HotGuy, defending the city from the devilish villain DeviousMan. Little do they know, their crimefighting partner is closer than they think. A few seats apart at the local craft club, to be precise. OR mi...