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CAPTURE THEM ALL
That's all Branzy knew. All he knew was to capture them all...
He couldn't remember the last time he captured someone. It had been so long. So so so long... And the new found, or well... Old found beast inside of him was hungry...
Hungry for friends..?
Hungry for victims?
Whatever it was. It would be quenched. Possibly.....
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Thump...
Thump...
Thump...
Thump..!
Thump..!
Thump..!
Thump!
Thump!
Thump!
THUMP
THUMP
THUMP
THUMP!
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"NO!!"
WHACK!
Thud!
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Sqeeeeekk....
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Creeeeeeaaaakk....
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Pop!
Shuffle...
Shuffle...
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Snap!
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"Please! Please! Let me go!!"
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"I didn't mean too... He made me...."
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Sob
Sob
Sob
"Let me go!! For the love of God.... Release me..."
"Awww... You know I can't do that. Plus. It's not my fault. It's yours."
"But look on the bright side ฿Ɽ₳₦ⱫɎ! You're no longer pathetic."
"I-I'M NOT PATHETIC!!!"
"Yes you are. You know damn well. And as a matter of affact! You'd be nothing without me! You'd just be a worthless. Pathetic. Mortal. A human!"
"Don't you like being like this?"
"NO! I DON'T! I hate being a FREAK!!"
"That's not very nice ฿Ɽ₳₦ⱫɎ. But you are right. You are a freak. But hey! At least you're powerful now. Just now you're alone. Though... It's not like that's much of a difference~..."
"Since day one of being at that camp you were a freak! So, technically you've always been a freak. So you should really be used to this by now!"
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"And on top of that poor, poor, little ฿Ɽ₳₦ⱫɎ was always alone!"
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"So just face it. You're better like this. Sure you're still a freak and alone but hey! Now you're powerful. And you do have me!"
"...."
"I hate you so much...."
"Hate you right back, ฿Ɽ₳₦ⱫɎ."
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"St-Stop it!" A brown haired boy sobbed, tears running down his slightly tanned skin that had some light freckles on it. His yellow eyes foggy with tears, his eyes slightly puffy and his cheeks a little red, same going for his eyes.
"Awww~ And what are you gonna do? Go cry about it to your mommy?" Someone laughed before continuing on. "Oh wait! You don't have a family!" They all started bursting out into laughter. Why? Why did this have to happen?! Why couldn't he just be normal...? But... Instead of being normal...
He was a freak.
A child that none wanted.. I mean, who wanted a child that was born with yellow eyes? Talk about unnatural.
But, nothing in this world was natural so why was he, a young boy at a camp, being bullied for something that was... Normal. Well, during this time, people hadn't accepted unnormal things like different colored eyes. Wings. Horns. Different colored skin.
(I'm talking about pink, green, blue. That type of stuff-)
And well, this poor little boy had more than one unnatural thing about him.
All of them were harmless. But it made him be outcasted in a lot of things. The camp had just taken him out of pity.
The young human boy was born with pretty yellow eyes that shined in the sunlight. Some people even mistaked his eyes for gold. The young male was also born with slightly more pointy ears than others, them looking like elf ears from video games. And lastly, his freckles. They were very pretty to say the least, some of them looked like stars while others looked like hearts and others were like circles or ovals.
He was to innocent for this type of behavior that happened to him. None deserved to be bullied. None. But, in that generations society that's how things worked.
That's how things played out.
You don't look normal? Bullied.
"Ow!"
"Ow!"
"Ow!"
"Ow!"
The brown haired male cried out, more tears rolling down his cheeks. He was being dragged by one of his ears, he didn't know where they were going. Not a clue.
Oh poor, poor little guy... Never had a clue...
The cabin door flung open, the boy that was dragging the brown haired male dragged him into the kitchen.
And...
Sitting on top of a counter...
Was a pot.
A pot full of boiling water.
"No.. No!! NO!!"
The young boy screamed as one of the members of the bully group grabbed the pot, his left hand was forcefully grabbed and the pot was raised above it.
"Let's see how pretty you are now, after.... THIS!"
And just like that, the boiling water was poured all over the brown haired boy's arm.
The young boy letting out a scream of absolute agony. He felt like his skin was being melted off. And infact... Some of it was being melted off. There was blood everywhere as well as water. Some of it went into the boys jeans. But he could care less. All he was focusing on was the absolute pain that was in his left arm.
The male could barely process anything, he barely heard the sounds of psychopathic laughter and the sounds of footsteps running away.
The boy sobbed loudly, letting out the occasional yell or whimper. He gripped onto the handle of a counter tightly, trying to get his mind off the agonizing pain. But he couldn't. Nothing would help him now.
Not like anything or anyone would wanna help him.
He was a freak.
And now. He was going to have an ugly burn mark on his arm.
The male was barely able to process anything when he felt a pair of small arms pick him up and begin running. The male looked at who picked him up and it seemed to be a boy around his age, possibly a couple years younger.
The male had pretty olive colored skin and dark blue eyes that looked like the ocean. He also seemed to have chocolate brown hair, it being darker than his own hair.
But he didn't have much time to be memorized by the males features. It didn't take long for him to pass out from either blood loss or from exhaustion from crying so so much.
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"Mmm..." The boy whined softly, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with his right hand, the memory of his left arm being burned was stuck in his memory. Probably for now and forever.
"You're awake!"
The male tensed when he heard the overly happy and... Reliefed...? Voice say. He turned his head to look at him and what do you know. It was the same male that had helped him.
The brown haired male looked around curiously. Where was he?
"I took you to the infirmary! I'm so so so sorry that happened to you! I made sure the nurse gave you some cream that'll have your arm be numb!"
The yellow eyed boy looked at the dark blued eyed boy, curiosity and thankfulness in his eyes. "Th-Thank you... B-But why are you helping a... Fr-Freak like me?" The boy asked, tears beginning to fog up his vision once again.
The boy that was sitting in a chair beside the bed he was laying on, reached a hand over. Whipping the tears that were filling his eyes.
"You're not a freak! I think you're cool! Plus, none deserves to have that happen to them!"
"Oh! You probably want my name! My name's Parker. But my friends call me Rekrap!" Parker hummed, moving his hand to the boy's shoulder.
"You... Think I'm cool Parker...?" The brown haired boy asked, a smile creeping its way onto his face.
The male nodded eagerly.
"No need to call me Parker! Call me Rekrap!" The male chimmed, practically bouncing up and down in his seat.
"What's your name buddie?" Rekrap asked, cocking his head to the side in a curious manner.
The yellow eyed male smiled slightly more, "My name's Branzy, it's nice to meet you, Rekrap."
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Branzy smiled softly at the memory that had found its way into his mind. Purple tears running down his cheeks. Sure the start of it was awful but... It was nice to remember a friend of his.
Especially one that didn't end up like.....
The rest of the campers...