Hunted for his blood red eyes like a demon.
Mocked because he liked science.
Jeered at because he liked hanging out with girls more.
Why? He didn't know.
Of course, he always had his friends with him. The proud Rogue, the gentle Artist, of, and of course him. The insane Scientist.
The Rogue could be arrogant, but she was caring and had people who cared about her. Unlike him.
The Artist was gentle and innocent, with no tainted minds or clouded eyes. Unlike him.
He was insane. He loved dissections and the thought of killing someone to see how their body worked thrilled him. The taste of the red pools of thick blood was sweet. Flesh was delicious. He had a broken outlook of the world.
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She was a lonely child. She liked art, as well as music. The sweet melodies of a guitar were soothing to her.
She was laughed at for being an orphan.
Mocked for not being the same.
Sneered at for being an artist.
Life was cruel. Fickle. Picky. Horrid. Destructive.
Sometimes, the child just wanted to hide.
But she had friends. The helpful Rogue and the lively Scientist. And her. The melancholy Artist.
The rogue had a wonderful life. A mother, a home, food, books, water, clothes, education. Yet, she always visited the orphanage.
The scientist, well she didn't know much, but judging from his giddy expressions and his explosive nature, he had to had have a great and optimistic life, unlike her depressing tale.
No family, sad, melancholy, somber.
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The lonely child sighed. She had family, but her mother was always busy. Her life was horrid.
She was mocked for being a tomboy.
Teased for not having a father.
Jeered at for not being good at studies.
But her friends supported her. The supportive Artist, and the optimistic Scientist. Then there was her, the ignorant Rogue.
The artist was kind-hearted and never looked down on people. It made her feel warm and fuzzy to know she had such a good friend.
Sure, the scientist could be crazy, but a good kind of crazy. He never gave up and kept on trying, even if it was the same thing and he could never win.
And her? She was arrogant, couldn't emphasize, and malicious. She was just shattered.
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The lonely children all had fragmented dreams.
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