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"Damn those two. Every time we roll into town, they have to roll in the hay."

I hate it. I hate being the odd one out. I love my twin brother and Halo too, but for once could they have considered my feelings?

Only one more cigarette too.

"Damn again. I'll have to knock someone for some cash to buy more. At the rate these two are going I'll smoke my life away in only a few more years."

I always feel better lighting up that cigarette. I'm not weak like most people are though. I'm no slave to these cancer sticks. Most people are pretty pathetic...becoming mindless zombies, dependent on these things to stay alive.

I'm not like them. They're all stupid, pathetic, and weak.

Like I used to be.

Inhale deeply. It feels good. It gets rid of the anger for a little while. I can love those two again. If it weren't for them I wouldn't know love at all.

It's another weakness, but it's one we share, and in the end it only drives us to hate the world more, for trying to take away our happiness, telling us we're too pathetic to live.

"Damn them. Fuck them. I'll kill them all someday if I have to."

Another puff of smoke. Look at all those stupid people. They are the ones with meaningless lives, taking time to work their asses off for other people who couldn't care less about them. They're so stupid. They're mindless. I hate them.

"The only ones I can forgive are the children. Their parents and the adults they are forced to called elders are raising them all wrong. You're teaching them it's okay to be weak, and that it's okay to discriminate. You teach them there's nothing wrong with scorning the poor, and ignoring the homeless. Those poor children should be liberated. They'll grow up into adults just as stupid as the generation before them."

More smoke. I close my eyes. It helps me relax.

"I was lucky. A stupid human taught me what it means to be weak. I know now that if I'm going to be hated, that the only way I can survive is to hate right back."

That human...I still want something so bad to happen to him that he'll never forget it.

Those humans hurt children. My parents I'm sure would have known better. Zenith and I grew up alone and scared.

Fear.
It's what nearly cost us our lives.

"I didn't know what it meant to steal. All I knew was that I was hungry. I saw food on that fruit stand. I needed it to live. Zenith was gone for a moment, lost in the crowd. We were only five years old if I remember correctly, barely surviving. People looked at us, but they said nothing. They must have wanted us to disappear. We must have offended them so much."

I laugh now with hatred. They talk about loving each other and caring for the world but they eyed me and Zenith with such suspicion and scorn. They're fucking hypocrites. All of them. More smoke now to calm me down. I'm feeling angry as I remember.

I was pretty stealthy as a child. It was getting dark and I figured I wouldn't be spotted. I quickly took an apple off the edge of the stand. The man missed it. Fat and bald...he must have been such an idiot now that I think about it.

But before I was strong, he was quite scary.

I would have left, but I thought I should get one for Zenith. He had fallen and hurt himself this morning. I wanted to cheer him up. He was my twin brother, the only one that was ever nice to me.

Without Zenith I would have jumped off a building and killed myself, aiming to land on my head so there was nothing left of it once I landed.

I reached for it. Go figure that Fatty's reflexes would kick in and he'd spot me. It must have tired him out just lunging for me. He grabbed me by the arm. I was only a child. He glared at me like I was some sort of demon, almost as though he couldn't suffer himself to look at me.

"I wonder if the fat ass is still town. I'd love to pay him a visit. I'll shove those apples of his up in a place where the sun don't shine. Ha."

Smoking always makes me feel better.
But I'm not weak. I don't need it.
Not anymore.

"You rotten brat, he shouted, do you know what I do to bratty children who steal from me?"

I started to cry. It's one of the last times I can remember doing so. If anything Fatty taught me something that day.

I couldn't move. The apple fell from my hands as I tried to pull away from him. All I could do was whimper and hope that he would let me go.

"Damn, the cigarette is almost gone. If I saw him today I'd beat him within an inch of his life."

But then, all I could do was cry. I grew up realizing that tears were a symbol of weakness, and that only once I figured out how to hate everyone, would I find a way to be strong, never to be broken again.

I didn't answer him. I tugged at my arm, trying to free myself. I had no idea what he meant to do with me, but I saw him rummaging through stuff on his table, and a knife caught my eye.

"I doubt the asshole would have cut off my hand. I bet he was looking for a phone to call the police. It didn't matter though. I was terrified. However...that would be the last time I was ever afraid again."

Before he could do anything, I heard someone cry out my name. I looked, and Zenith was running to help me. Unafraid of the fat man, Zenith rammed into him knocking him off his feet, causing him to let go of my wrist.

"Only a little more left. Too bad, this one tastes good. Too bad for Fatty...if he was in better shape Zenith wouldn't have been able to knock him over. Stupid, obese, ignorant and hypocritical humans. I hate you all, and it is all Fatty's fault. He taught me how to be strong."

Zenith helped me get up. I was still shaken, but we remembered to take the two apples, and even took a few more for good measure. Zenith helped me calm down, apologizing for not coming back sooner. We ate those apples that night, as well as some bread that Zenith had bought for a dollar at the bakery. It had taken us a week to save up all that change that we found on the road. We had always tried to live the right way. Stealing those apples was the first bad thing I had done.

But it wasn't the last.
I learned that only through hatred could I be unbreakable. If I hated everyone, except for Zenith, and later Halo, I could do whatever I wanted and feel no remorse. I'd never be broken again. I'd never go hungry again. I'd never have to sleep in a cold dark alley, praying that Zenith and I wouldn't die in the middle of the night.

If I simply hated everyone, I would survive. I wouldn't die. I couldn't afford to cry anymore. I couldn't afford to care who I was hurting. Those people didn't care if they hurt me, so why should I care about them?

It made perfect sense. It still does to this day.

"Man, that was a good cigarette. Guess I'll get to mug some poor sap so I can buy more for later. ...I hate them. The only ones I worry for are the children, for they are being raised to hate those they cannot understand, and to punish the innocent."

I guess it's safe to go back into the hotel room now. I'll razz Zenith about this in the morning.

"...those adults will teach their children how to be strong. They'll learn that tears are a symbol of weakness, and that hatred is the only way they can be strong. Sometimes I wonder if love makes you stronger than hatred, but as long as Halo and Zenith are the only ones who love me, how will I ever know? Facing a world all alone, sometimes anger is the only way you'll survive."

Before I was strong, I had the chance to learn what real strength was.

"I'm all grown up now, and somehow I feel...I still don't know the truth. I wonder...if the child inside of me, ever will."

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I was inspired to do this picture and this story while driving home the other day. I had this picture of a young Nadir in my head being confronted by an intimidating human, pretty much scarring him for life. He gets the idea that hating people is the only way he can be strong, so that he won't be hurt like that again.

Zenith isn't exactly the same. He learns to be apathetic towards people, but having Halo to love gives him something else to make him strong. He grew up wanting to protect her and his brother, and that's where he got his strength.

Nadir, though he loves them and wants to protect them, is still scarred from that experience, and has more hatred for people than his twin. Zenith is perhaps the one of the three that is the most lenient, for Halo enjoys stealing from people too, as well as vandalism.

However, Nadir wonders if love will make him stronger than hatred will. He wonders if maybe he can ever change. He wonders if maybe he's getting tired of the anger, especially when he has to resort to smoking, something he enjoys but also detests, just to rid himself of it.

He also probably wants to shape up so he doesn't come to resemble the humans he hates, ones he's convinced are raising their children to grow up just like them.

It goes to show how sad that is though. Hurt as a child, Nadir's grown up having to be angry all of the time, not because he wants to be, but because the small child inside of him is still afraid of being hurt again.

Poor baby <3

Anyway, this is Nadir when he is five years old. As you can see, he doesn't have that different look yet, although he's starting to get it. His bangs are starting to get that pointy mohawk look to them, while Zenith's would be combed down. The twins would still look almost completely identical at this point. Nadir doesn't start changing his look so much until they reach their tween and early teen years.

His arms and hands bug me, as does the human hand grabbing his. So no crits about those. I'm aware they are crappy looking XP

Also take notice of his right ear. That extra tear is unique to him. It's how you really tell him apart from Zenith until he totally changes his look ^^

Poor baby Nadir <3 Anyway, he belongs to me.

~ Camillia

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Full view! Story below has mild language.

"Damn those two. Every time we roll into town, they have to roll in the hay."

I hate it. I hate being the odd one out. I love my twin brother and Halo too, but for once could they have considered my feelings?

Only one more cigarette too.

"Damn again. I'll have to knock someone for some cash to buy more. At the rate these two are going I'll smoke my life away in only a few more years."

I always feel better lighting up that cigarette. I'm not weak like most people are though. I'm no slave to these cancer sticks. Most people are pretty pathetic...becoming mindless zombies, dependent on these things to stay alive.

I'm not like them. They're all stupid, pathetic, and weak.

Like I used to be.

Inhale deeply. It feels good. It gets rid of the anger for a little while. I can love those two again. If it weren't for them I wouldn't know love at all.

It's another weakness, but it's one we share, and in the end it only drives us to hate the world more, for trying to take away our happiness, telling us we're too pathetic to live.

"Damn them. Fuck them. I'll kill them all someday if I have to."

Another puff of smoke. Look at all those stupid people. They are the ones with meaningless lives, taking time to work their asses off for other people who couldn't care less about them. They're so stupid. They're mindless. I hate them.

"The only ones I can forgive are the children. Their parents and the adults they are forced to called elders are raising them all wrong. You're teaching them it's okay to be weak, and that it's okay to discriminate. You teach them there's nothing wrong with scorning the poor, and ignoring the homeless. Those poor children should be liberated. They'll grow up into adults just as stupid as the generation before them."

More smoke. I close my eyes. It helps me relax.

"I was lucky. A stupid human taught me what it means to be weak. I know now that if I'm going to be hated, that the only way I can survive is to hate right back."

That human...I still want something so bad to happen to him that he'll never forget it.

Those humans hurt children. My parents I'm sure would have known better. Zenith and I grew up alone and scared.

Fear.
It's what nearly cost us our lives.

"I didn't know what it meant to steal. All I knew was that I was hungry. I saw food on that fruit stand. I needed it to live. Zenith was gone for a moment, lost in the crowd. We were only five years old if I remember correctly, barely surviving. People looked at us, but they said nothing. They must have wanted us to disappear. We must have offended them so much."

I laugh now with hatred. They talk about loving each other and caring for the world but they eyed me and Zenith with such suspicion and scorn. They're fucking hypocrites. All of them. More smoke now to calm me down. I'm feeling angry as I remember.

I was pretty stealthy as a child. It was getting dark and I figured I wouldn't be spotted. I quickly took an apple off the edge of the stand. The man missed it. Fat and bald...he must have been such an idiot now that I think about it.

But before I was strong, he was quite scary.

I would have left, but I thought I should get one for Zenith. He had fallen and hurt himself this morning. I wanted to cheer him up. He was my twin brother, the only one that was ever nice to me.

Without Zenith I would have jumped off a building and killed myself, aiming to land on my head so there was nothing left of it once I landed.

I reached for it. Go figure that Fatty's reflexes would kick in and he'd spot me. It must have tired him out just lunging for me. He grabbed me by the arm. I was only a child. He glared at me like I was some sort of demon, almost as though he couldn't suffer himself to look at me.

"I wonder if the fat ass is still town. I'd love to pay him a visit. I'll shove those apples of his up in a place where the sun don't shine. Ha."

Smoking always makes me feel better.
But I'm not weak. I don't need it.
Not anymore.

"You rotten brat, he shouted, do you know what I do to bratty children who steal from me?"

I started to cry. It's one of the last times I can remember doing so. If anything Fatty taught me something that day.

I couldn't move. The apple fell from my hands as I tried to pull away from him. All I could do was whimper and hope that he would let me go.

"Damn, the cigarette is almost gone. If I saw him today I'd beat him within an inch of his life."

But then, all I could do was cry. I grew up realizing that tears were a symbol of weakness, and that only once I figured out how to hate everyone, would I find a way to be strong, never to be broken again.

I didn't answer him. I tugged at my arm, trying to free myself. I had no idea what he meant to do with me, but I saw him rummaging through stuff on his table, and a knife caught my eye.

"I doubt the asshole would have cut off my hand. I bet he was looking for a phone to call the police. It didn't matter though. I was terrified. However...that would be the last time I was ever afraid again."

Before he could do anything, I heard someone cry out my name. I looked, and Zenith was running to help me. Unafraid of the fat man, Zenith rammed into him knocking him off his feet, causing him to let go of my wrist.

"Only a little more left. Too bad, this one tastes good. Too bad for Fatty...if he was in better shape Zenith wouldn't have been able to knock him over. Stupid, obese, ignorant and hypocritical humans. I hate you all, and it is all Fatty's fault. He taught me how to be strong."

Zenith helped me get up. I was still shaken, but we remembered to take the two apples, and even took a few more for good measure. Zenith helped me calm down, apologizing for not coming back sooner. We ate those apples that night, as well as some bread that Zenith had bought for a dollar at the bakery. It had taken us a week to save up all that change that we found on the road. We had always tried to live the right way. Stealing those apples was the first bad thing I had done.

But it wasn't the last.
I learned that only through hatred could I be unbreakable. If I hated everyone, except for Zenith, and later Halo, I could do whatever I wanted and feel no remorse. I'd never be broken again. I'd never go hungry again. I'd never have to sleep in a cold dark alley, praying that Zenith and I wouldn't die in the middle of the night.

If I simply hated everyone, I would survive. I wouldn't die. I couldn't afford to cry anymore. I couldn't afford to care who I was hurting. Those people didn't care if they hurt me, so why should I care about them?

It made perfect sense. It still does to this day.

"Man, that was a good cigarette. Guess I'll get to mug some poor sap so I can buy more for later. ...I hate them. The only ones I worry for are the children, for they are being raised to hate those they cannot understand, and to punish the innocent."

I guess it's safe to go back into the hotel room now. I'll razz Zenith about this in the morning.

"...those adults will teach their children how to be strong. They'll learn that tears are a symbol of weakness, and that hatred is the only way they can be strong. Sometimes I wonder if love makes you stronger than hatred, but as long as Halo and Zenith are the only ones who love me, how will I ever know? Facing a world all alone, sometimes anger is the only way you'll survive."

Before I was strong, I had the chance to learn what real strength was.

"I'm all grown up now, and somehow I feel...I still don't know the truth. I wonder...if the child inside of me, ever will."

----------

I was inspired to do this picture and this story while driving home the other day. I had this picture of a young Nadir in my head being confronted by an intimidating human, pretty much scarring him for life. He gets the idea that hating people is the only way he can be strong, so that he won't be hurt like that again.

Zenith isn't exactly the same. He learns to be apathetic towards people, but having Halo to love gives him something else to make him strong. He grew up wanting to protect her and his brother, and that's where he got his strength.

Nadir, though he loves them and wants to protect them, is still scarred from that experience, and has more hatred for people than his twin. Zenith is perhaps the one of the three that is the most lenient, for Halo enjoys stealing from people too, as well as vandalism.

However, Nadir wonders if love will make him stronger than hatred will. He wonders if maybe he can ever change. He wonders if maybe he's getting tired of the anger, especially when he has to resort to smoking, something he enjoys but also detests, just to rid himself of it.

He also probably wants to shape up so he doesn't come to resemble the humans he hates, ones he's convinced are raising their children to grow up just like them.

It goes to show how sad that is though. Hurt as a child, Nadir's grown up having to be angry all of the time, not because he wants to be, but because the small child inside of him is still afraid of being hurt again.

Poor baby <3

Anyway, this is Nadir when he is five years old. As you can see, he doesn't have that different look yet, although he's starting to get it. His bangs are starting to get that pointy mohawk look to them, while Zenith's would be combed down. The twins would still look almost completely identical at this point. Nadir doesn't start changing his look so much until they reach their tween and early teen years.

His arms and hands bug me, as does the human hand grabbing his. So no crits about those. I'm aware they are crappy looking XP

Also take notice of his right ear. That extra tear is unique to him. It's how you really tell him apart from Zenith until he totally changes his look ^^

Poor baby Nadir <3 Anyway, he belongs to me.

~ Camillia