Outcast and Hunted (Repost)

The scarecrow was kneeling down in the middle of the furious and crazed mob of villagers, pitchforks and torches in hand, they were all staring down at the monster cradle the cold corpse of the little girl under a cold foreboding rain. Weakened by the pain, unable to fight back the shadows surrounding it. The scarecrow screamed at the crowd, each words trembling of the unquenchable rage of the creature:
"Human cruelty knows no limits. An innocent girl has died tonight. Died by your crazed, blood-thirsty hands..Filthy animals, you were looking for a monster that was hiding in plain sight, before your own eyes, in the mirrors. I may die tonight as well, but rest assured, I will come back and claim your rotten hearts in her memory. Each of your deaths will know no equals. Hell will froze and quiver in my wrathful path. Neither your primitive weapons nor your God will protect you from me. The day of your reckoning will come and you will all beg to be put out of your misery."
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New repost under a rainy friday evening!! I've always been in love with this concept. The creature seen as a monster is nothing but the victim of the crazed multitude, rejected, shunned and persecuted. The real enemy being the humans being less than humans. I think it's safe to say that this scene was inspired by the creature created by Mary Shelley in the novel Frankenstein, or The Modern Prometheus.