Scars

At one time Allison was a normal human, but throughout her life people constantly taunted and teased her for dressing and acting differently than what was considered "normal". People wouldn't sit next to her; they talked behind her back, spread nasty rumors and gave her a nickname that was constantly whispered in the hallways as she walked by. Allison, in the beginning, could not find anything wrong with herself. But over time she began to see flaws with the way she dressed and acted. So she decided to dress and act more like them. But It did not work, she looked like any other popular kid, but past "wrongs" could not be forgotten. She was treated as bad as ever. Over the years some of her "Friends" abandoned her because it would lower their social status to be seen with an Outsider, or freak, or looser. The Constant torment and betrayal tore at her heart and the wounds never healed. She eventually forgot how to trust people and as a result became an invalid. Never speaking out, never showing any concern for the world around her. People forgot who she was, they remembered her for who she became./Her anger grew steadily, she felt like she would forever be different then them. And one day an incident with some of the school's "Popular Kids" put her over the edge. The lonely girl who just wanted to be accepted was crushed by the teasing and rumors from the people she longed to be like. The anger and hate consumed her soul, but because she did not possess an evil heart, she did not act on the urge to lash out and hut the ones who had hurt her so badly. She ran home in a fury, up into her room and crumpled into a heap on the floor. The evil in her soul was all consuming, but somehow she managed to come to a realization, she did not feel anger, she felt pity. She did not feel hatred, she felt sorry for the people who had hurt her because they must be hurting on the inside, they must be feeling pain but never showing it, or realizing it, they were the ones who were insecure or hurt but they took it out on her to feel better. She realized she did not want to be like them. That thought was a pinpoint of light, it spread to her heart, expelling the darkness and leaving no shadow. But it was too late. The hatred had transformed her into a monster even though on the inside she was pure again. Standing and looking into the mirror a scaled face peered back, two long leathery wings stretched out at her sides and a armored tail swept the floor. For a long time she just gazed into the mirror, she found comfort in the monsters presence; it was proof that her ordeal was real. Slowly the scales faded away as she calmed further her wings folded and disappeared. From that day forward Allison made the world a promise that she would protect its inhabitance from the all consuming powers of hate, fear, anger, and betrayal, she would prevent another monster. But the wounds on her heart left scars, scars that never fully healed. And the pain from the tormenting shouts would stay with her until death.