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First, the letter:
Beatle,
You have chosen the letter D, and as a result I will be your supervisor for this initiation. You may either accept it or run away, and if I do not see you at midnight tonight, I will presume you have chosen to leave this circus. If you do choose to come, I will not tolerate any tricks of any kind, and I have been given permission to use force if needed to. That being said, if at any time you choose to run away in the middle of the initiation, I'll get to eat you, lovely.
I've noticed you have a particular problem with your own skin, so I have a task for you. I've gathered 3 victims for you, and you may pick out whichever one you want. The one you choose is the one whose skin you will wear. And what do I mean by that? In the most literal way.
I want you to skin them alive, and use that skin to wear on your face and body. I want you to cover yourself from head to toe. Ha! Now won't that be a sight to see?
I look forward to seeing you tonight.
-Saevus
Then the comic.
And then this:
The boy waited until ten minutes 'til midnight, making his way to where the note told him to go. If he does go through with this, there was a chance that he never had to look for another home. However, if he couldn't finish the job, he would die. Just like those people who was about to be forced to skin and kill.
Beatle had picked the man. That evil man who destroyed other people's lives simply because of their SKIN colour!? People just like him. People like his mother, who choose to be with a dark skinned person. What was wrong with being different?
As he stared into the old man's eyes, taking out a dagger that he had picked out with Ace earlier, Beatle approached. He looked resigned, as if he knew this was how he would end. As if he knew that someone from the race he had been fighting against would end him. And he was right. But the boy wasn't just going to give him a regular death.
No. Beatle would enjoy every moment of this.
The man deserved it, he screamed at himself. Just like the men who killed his mother because he was her child! Beatle felt tears sting his eyes and heard Saevus shout at him, telling him to go on with it. The mocha-skinned kid placed his dagger against the mans shoulder, sliding it across his skin, barely peeling it off.
"Ya gonna need more than that, clown," the supervisor said in a gruff voice.
With a huff of air, Beatle tried again, peeling another piece off his arm, thicker than the first. But he didn’t stop with this one piece, instead he kept going, peeling under his arm as well; Almost to make a sleeve out of it. The boy paused for a second, feeling vomit in his throat; he wiped the sweat off his brow, smearing blood on his face.
“For mom…” he thought to himself, as he slid the skin of the arm off, laying it on the ground next to him. With a sigh, Beatle looked at the man again, his face in clear agony, but no longer shouting. Perhaps he was already too far gone with the pain, or maybe this is what he thought he deserved.
As the boy continued, cutting sections of skin off starting with the arms and legs, and slowly making his way to the torso, the older man passed out. At least Beatle didn’t have to deal with the convulsions or struggles anymore. He got to the old face, looking at it as he grazed the tip of his dagger against the forehead. Finally, he started with the ear, cutting it off to get inside the skin, digging his dagger in as he began to peel away.
When he got to the face, Beatle decided to leave the nose where it was, cutting around it. The rest of the head was easy, seeing as the man was a skinhead to begin with. As the face fell off, Beatle looked at Saevus, who was just staring. It was time for the last part of his initiation.
Actually wearing the skin. His stomach lurched at the prospect, but he slipped the legs on his own, the skin sliding down, smearing blood on his thighs. He shook for a second, grabbing the arm skin, and putting them on like they were sleeves. Beatle took the bag of skin that used to be the mans head, taking a breath before slipping it over his own.
“How do I look now? Good lookin’ or what?” He laughed, trying to play off his disgust with his clownish behaviour. At least now he won’t be eaten. “I like this skin~ Warm and baggy, I could carry extra stuff in this!”
On the inside, everything was wrenching and turning, his skin crawling as he felt he would puke everything back out. This was the most disgusting thing he had ever done, and probably the most disgusting thing he would ever have to do. But as long as it got him a place in the circus, he was okay with it. He would do anything for a new home.
---
I do ask for critque on my WRITING not that comic thing (which sucks anyway) u v u;;;
I suck, this sucks, but hey
I GOT IN. <3
Beatle,
You have chosen the letter D, and as a result I will be your supervisor for this initiation. You may either accept it or run away, and if I do not see you at midnight tonight, I will presume you have chosen to leave this circus. If you do choose to come, I will not tolerate any tricks of any kind, and I have been given permission to use force if needed to. That being said, if at any time you choose to run away in the middle of the initiation, I'll get to eat you, lovely.
I've noticed you have a particular problem with your own skin, so I have a task for you. I've gathered 3 victims for you, and you may pick out whichever one you want. The one you choose is the one whose skin you will wear. And what do I mean by that? In the most literal way.
I want you to skin them alive, and use that skin to wear on your face and body. I want you to cover yourself from head to toe. Ha! Now won't that be a sight to see?
I look forward to seeing you tonight.
-Saevus
Then the comic.
And then this:
The boy waited until ten minutes 'til midnight, making his way to where the note told him to go. If he does go through with this, there was a chance that he never had to look for another home. However, if he couldn't finish the job, he would die. Just like those people who was about to be forced to skin and kill.
Beatle had picked the man. That evil man who destroyed other people's lives simply because of their SKIN colour!? People just like him. People like his mother, who choose to be with a dark skinned person. What was wrong with being different?
As he stared into the old man's eyes, taking out a dagger that he had picked out with Ace earlier, Beatle approached. He looked resigned, as if he knew this was how he would end. As if he knew that someone from the race he had been fighting against would end him. And he was right. But the boy wasn't just going to give him a regular death.
No. Beatle would enjoy every moment of this.
The man deserved it, he screamed at himself. Just like the men who killed his mother because he was her child! Beatle felt tears sting his eyes and heard Saevus shout at him, telling him to go on with it. The mocha-skinned kid placed his dagger against the mans shoulder, sliding it across his skin, barely peeling it off.
"Ya gonna need more than that, clown," the supervisor said in a gruff voice.
With a huff of air, Beatle tried again, peeling another piece off his arm, thicker than the first. But he didn’t stop with this one piece, instead he kept going, peeling under his arm as well; Almost to make a sleeve out of it. The boy paused for a second, feeling vomit in his throat; he wiped the sweat off his brow, smearing blood on his face.
“For mom…” he thought to himself, as he slid the skin of the arm off, laying it on the ground next to him. With a sigh, Beatle looked at the man again, his face in clear agony, but no longer shouting. Perhaps he was already too far gone with the pain, or maybe this is what he thought he deserved.
As the boy continued, cutting sections of skin off starting with the arms and legs, and slowly making his way to the torso, the older man passed out. At least Beatle didn’t have to deal with the convulsions or struggles anymore. He got to the old face, looking at it as he grazed the tip of his dagger against the forehead. Finally, he started with the ear, cutting it off to get inside the skin, digging his dagger in as he began to peel away.
When he got to the face, Beatle decided to leave the nose where it was, cutting around it. The rest of the head was easy, seeing as the man was a skinhead to begin with. As the face fell off, Beatle looked at Saevus, who was just staring. It was time for the last part of his initiation.
Actually wearing the skin. His stomach lurched at the prospect, but he slipped the legs on his own, the skin sliding down, smearing blood on his thighs. He shook for a second, grabbing the arm skin, and putting them on like they were sleeves. Beatle took the bag of skin that used to be the mans head, taking a breath before slipping it over his own.
“How do I look now? Good lookin’ or what?” He laughed, trying to play off his disgust with his clownish behaviour. At least now he won’t be eaten. “I like this skin~ Warm and baggy, I could carry extra stuff in this!”
On the inside, everything was wrenching and turning, his skin crawling as he felt he would puke everything back out. This was the most disgusting thing he had ever done, and probably the most disgusting thing he would ever have to do. But as long as it got him a place in the circus, he was okay with it. He would do anything for a new home.
---
I do ask for critque on my WRITING not that comic thing (which sucks anyway) u v u;;;
I suck, this sucks, but hey
I GOT IN. <3
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