Once upon a time, there was a true horrific monster that had a limp and was deaf from one hear.
Like all known monsters (if “monster” is truly the correct term) he was shunned and feared by all the humans (if “human” is truly the correct term).
Probably, the main reason for his handicap, was due to that “love” (lets call it “hate” shall we?), for the single fact of his herm… shall we say… “exotic” aspect. He wasn’t truly sure how he had gotten that huge limp… or why he couldn’t hear from the right hear… but he was sure on why he had those handicaps… Hate and fear by someone.
Who? He just doesn’t remember.
Maybe his mind had just simply chose to shut down, to the whys, and whos, of his predicaments.
All that ghastly pain that cruelly befell him just wasn’t worth being remembered.
So he lived in hiding and on the run ever since he woke up on a bloody dark alley...
Hiding from all the aversive eyes of the “normal people”, running from his own shadowy figure for over 333 springs...
Even though he lived that long, ever since he woke up beaten to a pulp, he felt that he has liven, far more than that… a lot more!
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