Men-beast bastard

"I hate my life," I thought, walking back to my small rented apartment on the outskirts of the slums. My mother and I aren't living a life of luxury. To make ends meet, my mother takes on small jobs like cleaning and working as a waitress at a tavern. These jobs don't pay well, but we manage to get by. My father left us a few years ago. I barely remember him, and my mother never talks about him. But I know that we had some sense of security when he was still around. But with him gone, that security disappeared with him. From what I know, he used to fight for money in the arena. He was a well-known and robust warrior with a good reputation, so despite the objections in their eyes, we were still a tiny part of the community. But without him, we're defenseless.

"Hey, you freak, if I looked like you, I would have killed myself long ago! Do everyone a favor and hang yourself already!" I heard someone shout at me. I still don't understand why people are always yelling at me. Just because I look different? Because I'm stronger than my peers? Yes, I don't look human. Well, not entirely. My mother comes from a respected mink tribe. She fell in love with my father and decided to go to the island where I am now. She was expelled from the tribe for committing miscegenation.

She chose to settle among humans with nothing to her name, and a few years later, I appeared. A half-human, half-mink hybrid. I'm 12 years old, with a height of 160cm and red-orange hair with two different, fluffy ears. I got them from my mother; she is a mink from the raccoon family. I have a handsome face that will become deadly for all women as I grow up. At least that's what my mother says. "Didn't you hear me, freak? Get out of our city. Or I'll cut off your ears. I also heard your mother likes to keep company for money!" My ears twitched. I clenched my teeth hearing this insult, and my eyes burned with anger.

I clenched my teeth upon hearing the insult. My animalistic nature started to show as anger was written on my face. "What did you say?" I asked, turning towards the direction where another shout came from. "You heard me right. Your mother is a whore, and she gives for money!" My eyes immediately turned white. I lunged towards the idiot who shouted it, fists clenched. In an instant, I found myself in front of him and greeted his face, twisted into a mocking smile with my fist. Time seemed to stand still. In slow motion, I felt the pain in my hand, stained with the snot of one of the ridiculers. His face was unrecognizable. He was lying unconscious on the ground, covered in blood, with a depression on his face shaped like my fist.

Blood started to drop from my hand as I stood over him, with a predatory smile appearing on my face. I felt a great sense of satisfaction looking at the bloody pimpled face. I never fully understood why they were trying to beat me up over and over. After so many tries, they should realize how impossible this endeavor is. Well, they are humans, I guess. To add it up, they are also stupid ones. Suddenly, the flow of time resumed, and I heard the screams from the crowd. Many were screams of terror, but I listened to a few others. "That brat monster just fucked up, John! Kill him!" I then noticed 4 more idiots waving their paws in my direction. Now I knew why the previous jackass dared to challenge me on the street; he was with his buddies. A couple of people, and suddenly, these losers think they're invincible. Idiots.