Who Could Love A Scarecrow?

I'm a Scarecrow named Raven. Ironic right?
A Scarecrow is as unattractive as possible. We were made that way. Not born like this or genetically mutated to be scary; when we were chosen we were tortured, broken and scarred for years to look the way we do. Well, at east that's what I overheard once. I don't remember being made like this.
My job is to scare people away or kill then if necessary to protect.
Protect what? Those kinds of questions aren't asked, or allowed to be asked. I don't remember who I was before the choosing and that's how it is for everyone like me.
Everyday I scare and kill without question or hesitation. I watch people scream and run when they see my face and die under my knifes.
That is... until he showed up...