The thick rich blood moved slowly down the delicate frame of his face; the completion of ancient ceremonial tradition like the sacred painting of the Passover doors, forever marking him as other. As different. As special. As strange. Kacy Mitchell was an Abomination; a Perversion of the Natural Law and a Monstrous bit of Dark Magic that challenged the order of things. Creatures like that should be destroyed; cast out; and made examples of. This was bible. This was oral tradition. This was the way it had been done for hundreds of generations. And the boys of Middle City High took their Jobs very seriously. There was no remorse, no touch of compassion, just a flood of violent white righteousness as they took to their campaign of doing damage. They wanted to Break his Wings, Dampen his Sparkle, and beat the Pretty from his face, because Kacy Copper Mitchell was a faggot: a boy who liked to wear pink, who laughed like a girl, and glowed with the fullness of his emotions. No one wants to see that. No one wants to know that something like that exists. Boys are hard and rough and made of metal. And Metal is deadly to Fairies!
The first hit burst open his lip, the second opened a gash above his eye, the third made him double over, and by the fourth he had started making sounds.
