Thread: The Beast and the Southern Belle

I was alone in a world so numb. I was alone looked at like a monster. I was alone refused to be acknowledged. In a world so numb. It was only but a month ago that I had truly found the extent of my disorder. It had never surfaced before in my entire life. It came so suddenly like I was struck by a train of misery all in a span of thirty minutes. I had never had a problem touching others before through skin contact but when I tried to kiss him... everything changed. For the worst. He went into cardiac arrest fell limp to the ground like the life had been literally sucked out of him. From there, I don't remember much. I remember the feel of tears streaming down my face. Screams of a horrified mother and then calls for 911. But after that, it's all an unwanted blur. Once the ambulance came, I couldn't stay. What did you do? What did you do to him? What did you do!? I ran. It was the only thing I could do to protect myself from the scold of the misunderstanding. So I ran far away. With no warning. With no second thoughts. And with no return. The weather had changed from sunny and bright to cold and gloomy. Skies were grey and the ground covered in a thick blanket of snow. The temperature had shifted for the worst. I had to find a sturdy shelter before I'd be forced to freeze over like an Ice Age Mammoth. Sleeping outdoors just wouldn't suffice. I hadn't eaten in nearly forty hours. Starving, scared, and almost shivering to death the only thing I had to survive was a long brown cloak that fortunately had a hood to support some little head warmth. That was all I had. A cloak, a shirt, a sweater, some dingy ripped jeans, combat booths, and a small side-shoulder handbag that held some few prized possessions. None of those were any help to my current situation. There was one more thing gloves. Gloves that swallowed my arms practically up to my shoulders. They weren't so much for my safety, but for the safety of others. Luckily, after hours of hitchhiking, the final destination was a dingy wrestling ring attached to an even more sketchy bar. But it all didn't seem very bothersome anymore, since the past few weeks I had been skipping cities through very unreliable and daring ways. This bar, though... This bar sensed different. Perhaps it was the literal stench of sweaty men and cheap beer or it could be the crying roar of angry, betting men coming from down the roughed up hallways. I couldn't help but wander into the audience. Up top, stood a muscular man clearly in loss of the battle as he is beaten away. But right as he is struck in the unwanted part for every man, things changed for the unbelievable. One, two, three strikes he's down. Within half a minute the fight was over. The husky man had been announced 12 time winner. People were booing, throwing things, and sneering. He was clearly unwanted. But why? But a couple of hours pass before the husky returns. This time, in the bar retired from his fist battles. I was never a talker. I was always quiet, and observant. But when an angry money-hungry drunkard clipped out a knife to stab him, I had to scream. Behind you!!! I hurled towards the champion. What unfolded in that instant, I could barely comprehend. Long knives protruded from his knuckles, pinning the attacker against a wooden post before he could strike. The man was being held hostage by his neck currently shivering with fear. My eyes screamed the same emotion. My mind and body was in literal shock. As if things couldn't get worse, a third lumberjack with a hunting rifle stood behind the mutant. With a second hand of indefinitely steel claws, the gun was split in two falling to the ground into pieces. The man with claws was quick to storm out of the bar. I wasn't sure where he would go, but I had to go with him. Having just about enough time to sneak into the back of his pick-up truck after he pumped gas and disappeared, I hid under a sheet of protective plastic and wedged myself in between a few large items. As the car started to take off, I thought it would only be a matter of time before there would need a pit stop and hopefully somewhere useful to my condition. Though, when the truck stopped, it wasn't on any condition I was expecting. All I could feel was my body being throwing up in the air, and my back slamming against the back mirror of the pick-up. I groaned and grunted and I tried to motion my body hoping for no injuries if any whatsoever. But now I was trapped underneath an amount of heavy gear that I could not identify through the white of the sheet. It was clearly visible that someone was in the back. What the... Ow... I grumbled, but soon realized my legs were being crushed. Hel... help... I whimpered lightly, my panic starting to set in. I... I'm stuck! I closed my eyes tightly, only to hear the slam of a door. The footsteps got louder and louder. And then him. Please, I didn't mean to... Ah... Cringing in pain from the pressure of the equipment. I tried to pull it off but the weight was too great. What in the name of Jesus... is all this? Young, beautiful, and a true southern belle.