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"Freak!" one of the kids shouted, holding his sizzling cheek.

Jack was used to the insults. Ever since his arrival at the orphanage at age eight, two years ago, he'd been hearing them every day. Freak, clown, halfie. Jack's father had been the only person to treat him with kindness, and he was gone. His mother, responsible for the fae half of his heritage, had rejected him at birth.

The other kids were throwing rocks now. Jack curled into a ball, protecting his head with his hands. His suit was ripped at the shoulder, the pink glow of concentrated mana emanating from the area. Ten or so children had been pushing him around, as they often did, calling him names and making fun of his two-toned skin, when one of them grabbed at his shirt and tore it. Mana had surged forth from the tear, pushing back the group of kids and burning some of them in the process.

Jack had no idea how to control the magic from his fae blood, and it manifested itself in unpredictable ways. Like the time he'd tried to hide in the attic and had ended up floating, his hair and clothes standing on end as bolts of electricity shot off his body. Sometimes a kid would try to strike him and their mana would be sucked into Jack's body. And when a particularly vicious girl had thrown him out of the treehouse and he'd landed on his head, he'd somehow managed to heal himself.

His father had made him a special suit to contain his powers, but he was constantly growing out of it, and the suit was becoming less effective the more he had to patch it. It didn't help the suit looked colorful; the other kids kept yelling at him that he belonged in a freak show. They threw things, broke the alchemy flasks his father had left him, tore pages off his books.

"Freak!"

"Monster!"

"Demon!"

Jack's eyes stung. He hated it here. Hated his skin and his white eye and his powers. He wished he had a friend. Wished his father were still here. Wished his mother had loved him. Wished he could learn how to control his magic.

Wished he could just disappear.