I used to be afraid of the dark.
Despite the fact that my eyes were always ink black pits with a single white speck each for a pupil, and that my jet black hair somewhat covered said eyes, I was afraid of the dark entirely. I needed to be able to decently view my surroundings to not panic. Still do. But that's less important now.
Who am I is what you're likely wondering, new friend. My name is Lialin, Lialin Menlio. It's pronounced Lee-all-in Men-lee-oh. Nothing super complicated, but people get confused. I'm what most call a freak show of a person. I stand at 7'2, my speech is broken and quiet, and I rarely blink. The black tears that fall from my eyes when I cry always freeze just at my cheeks when I stop letting them fall. I'm very strong, as you can tell by just looking at me. I don't wear a shirt...I was never allowed to when I was THERE.
THEY wouldn't let me. THEY put the chains on me. But it's fine...I like the chains. I have a metal cuff around each wrist and one around my neck. You can see this. Each cuff has a long length of chain attached to the back or bottom of it, and each are long enough to trail on the ground behind me. I know you can tell. But I like them. I can use them as weapons. They act kind of like whips. I can sling them forward and they'll wrap around my target. I can tighten them. A lot. They're very useful.
How did I get like this? You mean like a monster? Well I'm sorry to inform you but I've always looked like this.
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Oh. You mean my behavior. You can blame THEM for that.
Who are THEY? THEY are the people who caged me. Who tortured me. Who starved and broke me. A traveling circus that needed something new. Apparently I fit the criteria for their FREAK SHOW. Stuffed in a cage barely big enough for me to stand in. I usually sat. I had to stand in the show though. No sitting. THEY wanted everyone to be able to see me perfectly. To take in my horrendous appearance as they gasped in shock, horrified by my appearance.
I was never a mean person, I can promise you. You seem scared. Want a hug? No? Alright then...sorry for asking. I like hugs. Most people do. Guess you're a rare kind of person.
How did I escape? Oh, I tore the chains from the cage. I am strong.
Where are THEY now?
Easy.
They're dead.
Slaughtered beyond recognition by the monster they made. Ironic, isn't it?
Oh...you left...oh well.
I used to be afraid of the dark.
And then I became the very thing I feared.
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One Shots!
RandomI decided a book of one shots would be a fun idea. This will involve my characters and my friends' characters, most of which some of you will recognize from Viva la Vida. Don't worry about not knowing what they look like, I will be making a separate...
