The Beast evolves…


Can’t talk about ‘Beast’ without paying homage to one of the best cartoon shows I’ve watched as a child: X-Men: The Animated Series…second only to Batman: The Animated Series…so much nostalgia…(^.^)

So, as I was walking into the hospital for teaching today, I was suddenly stopped by someone I used to know from secondary school. This particular individual was out walking with his girlfriend. Now, I am quite blind, deaf, oblivious when I am walking…I will acknowledge obstacles and drop kick them into space move to avoid them. But beyond that, I can easily ignore people without realising and it’s an AMAZING annoying skill. Anyways, this guy stood right in my way and shouted loud enough for the entire road to hear:

Adrenaline flooded my system and my sympathetic nervous system went into overdrive. I could feel my pupils dilating, surveying the surroundings and analysing this couple. My heart thrashed about in my chest, making sure oxygenated blood was reaching every part of my being. My breaths became deeper, the alveoli grabbing every oxygen molecule they could reach. The muscles in my arms and legs subconsciously tensed, ready for some verbal and physical onslaught…it had been a long time since anyone had called me ‘Beast’.

But as social norms dictate, I smiled and acknowledged this individual. Ran through the pleasantries of asking how he was, what he was up to, paid some attention when he introduced his girlfriend standing beside him (what? I am a single guy. As cliched as it is, we do pay attention if a girl suddenly graces our vision), listened to what his future plans were…blah blah blah, etc.
NOTICE WELL that throughout all of this, he NEVER asked me how I was, what I was doing, etc (-.-).


Then, his girlfriend said the following, in a really chavvy accent:
“That’s a weird first name to have…Beast…your parents must not have liked you very much.”

Before I could even begin to register the insult in my head (I am quite slow, if you hadn’t already guessed by now), the guy immediately proceeded to correct her:
“No no no, that’s not his real name. That’s the nickname we had for him.”

At this point, he seemed to completely ignore the fact that I WAS STANDING RIGHT THERE next to them. He then explained the history behind the nickname of ‘Beast’:
He had these features that just reminded us of a beast, like being stupid, ugly, hairy, fat, naive, weak and really animalistic”. (In his defence, I did and still do yawn like a lion and tilt my head like a dog when I don’t understand something…should probably work on stopping that.)


As he said this, a revelation ran through my mind:
” I AM A BEAST!!!” I am loyal, protective, strong, intuitive…I had evolved beyond the characteristics that they had labelled me with. I had become something better, something that I could be proud of. And I couldn’t care less what these two ******* *******s thought.


I am Beast and don’t **** with me.

…what? Oh, you want to know what happened to the guy and his girlfriend? I tore them to shreds with my claws…or at least that’s how I am choosing to end this story (^.^).



  1. thebiopoet · October 4, 2016

    Awww such a cute beast story 🙂 n those handmade cartoons 😍😍

    Liked by 1 person

    • studentofsyncope · October 6, 2016

      Am just glad at least one person enjoys looking at them…other than myself (^.^).


      • thebiopoet · October 6, 2016

        I’ll always do..keep em coming ❤


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