WinterIron one shots

Beauty? And the B e a s t?

Word count: 3740 its a long one ...

summery: Follows the story of beauty and the beast .... but with a twist!!

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After the accident he pushed everyone away.

He blamed everyone, anyone who he could for what happened to him. He blamed his friends, he blamed his country.

He couldn't look at himself the same way. He was scarred, deformed. He was a monster at heart. He was cursed with the pain and torture of hating himself- having no one around him- isolated- outcasted from society. He was alone to suffer. And so was left to rot in his own self hate.

He became angry.

His family home was quickly destroyed. He was filed by anger. He didn't fully understand where it came from. But it consumed him - his every thought, it clogged his veins and engrossed his every move. He was alone- and his feelings were left to fester.

He lived covered in the shadows of his pain - in the dark.

He was a monster at heart.

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He spent most of his time alone.

He tinkered- it kept him busy... but most importantly away from his father. He didn't like to be disturbed while he worked. And Tony knew the consequences of disobeying the rules.

Tony never really had any friends growing up. He was always alone, and everyone kept their distance. It was well known in the small town he grew up in that he and his father were crazy. But I'm truth their minds were way behind their time. They were both geniuses in their own right- but no one else saw it that way. They were weird- and without a mother- tony was the only child to be bullied. And no one cared.

As he grew, his father became more distanced from him- and so he spent his time reading. He may have been the need of the small village, but he was extremely handsome. He had the women of the town falling for him. But he wasn't interested. Not in any of them.

He lived his life with his head down in a book. He loved to build things and learn everything he could.

The. One day his father needed to leave- he was going to a science fair- where he hoped his latest invention would be able to pay for their future, and make them rich. They were both exited, and hoped he would win- as no one there knew who he was.

His father left without saying goodbye.

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The days went by so slowly. Every second felt like a minute every minute felt like an hour, and every hour like a day. He was so tired of everything.

After the first year he had destroyed the house of all mirrors- and anything that would show his reflection. The house was in ruins.

The Memory's of the time before were Both a blessing and a curse. He remembers happiness, friendships.... love. But it tortured knowing he would never felt anything like that ever again. It consumed him in anger- hating everyone who was happy as he suffered. He lived every day in pain. It hurt. Everything hurt. And he was going mad.

Until there was a knock on his door.

He stood in the shadows as the door was slowly pushed open. The figure called out, he seems lost, he looked ill. But he waited, until he came forward ...

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He waited.

And waited