Viper watched the two get out of sight. They were the closest things he had to family.
Unlike the two, Viper drew eyes which were only suspicious or accusing. Viper was skeletal with sunken cheekbones. He was naturally pale but moved with grace. His eyes were keen green but hollow and bloodshot. With flaxen hair, and a sharp nose he looked the part of a haunted character. He wasn't bothered by what people thought so he never tried to alter his looks or give a different aura.
Maybe Viper was more experienced than the rest. He was born and bred in an asylum. At age six, he was diagnosed of some mental defect he never got to know about and again, didn't bother to find out. On the outside, he was just a normal man walking. But he was far far far away from that.
He was levelheaded but had an empty heart. He slept little and it never affected him. He was and could be invisible if he wanted. That only few people would acknowledge his presence.
Living in an asylum taught him so much only a handful of people would know. How to behave towards the average person and how to deal with the different kind of humans.
His family visited once a month. And one day never returned. All he had of them was a blurred image of his mother, father and elder sister trying to talk to him. He ignored everyone except one psychiatrist. She understood him but then she left.
Then he became quieter then ever. He was a religious fanatic. He cut himself all over and licked his blood. Cutting himself gave him a certain happiness. He did it to prove to his flesh that he was superior. That the body was weak but he was strong. He never let the cuts die. He reopened and poked them till they bled all over again then became scars. Scars he considered beautiful and worth it.
In the asylum he had no name. He didn't want one and refused to respond to the ones they gave him. He was known as Special Case 63.
The asylum allowed him to go to school though it was a special class. Only for him, but it was in a school all the same. He saw people but never made any friends till.....till.........
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Viper decided to walk. Still reflecting on the old days.
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