The Outcasts

Mason's P.O.V.

Okay, I can bet you haven't ever expirianced the shit I have been through. Let me help you. I put a bullet in your face. Wait, no, two. Okay, lets put the hole magazine in you face. Thast how much my face hurts. Its like a bomb just went of in my face. Ouch. I know right. I can feel your sympathy from here.  Just kidding, you sadistic bitch. No, I am just kidding. Maybe.

Anyways, I pretty much slept the whole day in unbelievable pain, with massive nightmares that rocked my body. That blonde whore does nothing but have sex with me. She says she has relief. Girl, I don't think thats called relief. I think thats called rape.

I woke up sweating and my cheeks were wet. In the mirror I could see burns ranging from the size of a dime to huge burn craters. My lips were burned, along with my eyebrows, and my precious hair. My hands were racked with pink and red spots, and my shoulder was mostly eaten away. Yes, I am a living, breathing zombie. Nothing of what I used to look like.

I moaned at my reflection. Aslyya came up behind me and stared monoemotionly at my reflection. She didn't grimace or smile. She just looked at it like it was something she saw on a daily basis. Screw her, she wouldn't know the pain I am in. I went outside and looked around. I was worthless. My burns barely alowed me to move. I was more of an outcast than I was before. I have a bad life. Time for me to die.

I saw a metal pole, grabbed it. and slammed it against a rock of granite. A trianle of the pole came off, the pole now like a spear. I placed it on the ground, wrapped both hands around the pole, and leaned upwards. Alyssa would find me impaled, and she would have to carry on alone.

I prepared myself to die. I bent my knees and fell. I felt the rush of wind, and I could see the world fading. I felt the pierce, and knew the time of death was coming.

Yet I was not dead.

The Fuck?

I looked down and cursed.

I had impaled myself on the wrong side of the chest. Oh how I was so smart. I slowly pulled myself up. The hole in my chest disappeared.

Again, what the fuck?

Then all of the burns on my face and shoulder disappeared. I felt my hair growing back. Apparently God had healed me. Good. I would have died anyways from being impaled, whichever side. But should I continue? I could still kill myself.

Nah, God would just make my heart made of titanium.

I took a walk around the area. I saw what God had made. And what was about to be destroyed. And I now had a new purpose.

To kick the shit outta Jacent and make him feel every bit of it. And save the world. While kicking the shit out of Jacent. Maybe with a milkshake. That was a good image. I kept that image while I walked.