12-16-2007, 05:23 AM
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He knew immediately who the scarred up hybrid was, even though he couldn't remember clearly a time when he had seen him so close. He was leaning against a tree, eyes half closed and breathing quietly. The boy stood a dozen feet away, but could not continue any further because he was too busy staring. Had the man always had so many scars? It shouldn't have been such a hypnotizing sight; after all, his own mother had been missing an eye and her entire face was riddled with signs of previous battles and his eldest brother had his share of them also. But this man's ears were so shredded he almost wondered if he could hear at all; the sides of his arms were so riddled with scarring that he couldn't count them; his chest, his collar, his shoulders, his legs, his face and forehead, even his neck and throat! How was he still alive?
Slowly, Arkham approached, vaguely aware of the thundering heartbeat in his chest. How close was too close? What if when he woke up, he was grinning? Could he run fast enough if he was? Everyone said he wouldn't hurt his own children, but what if they were wrong? This was the man that his sister was staying with though; if she wasn't afraid, then why was he?
Slowly, Arkham approached, vaguely aware of the thundering heartbeat in his chest. How close was too close? What if when he woke up, he was grinning? Could he run fast enough if he was? Everyone said he wouldn't hurt his own children, but what if they were wrong? This was the man that his sister was staying with though; if she wasn't afraid, then why was he?
Dad?he called out quietly, standing only a few feet away now, eyes wide and body quivering slightly in anticipation.