35 word pitch: Tangled/X-men: Awkward inventor Perrien, possessed by a dragon, and three similarly cursed teens are exiled to wastelands. He has to find a cure before his curse forces him to destroy his friends and family.
You cannot avoid it.
Perrien tugged a huge clump of the ground, feeling it crumple through his fingers, and threw it away behind him aimlessly.
You were wrong.
He ignored his own thoughts and looked up, squinting in the sunlight streaming overhead through the trees and leaves. Perrien let out a deep breath.
He didn’t want to believe it, even though it was the truth.
Three scars that buried deep into and stretched across his face, from his forehead down his left eyelid and down his cheek told him the truth. Just as his eyes had.
Perrien automatically rubbed his eyes and let out a sigh, blinking out the dirt that came off his fingers and snuck in.
It was their fault he was too afraid to show up at his dad’s celebration ceremony. His dad had been elected the Baron of Grotesque by King Lidane and now the entire city was at the city hall, celebrating and feasting.
Except for Perrien. Normally, he would’ve gone. Until last night, when everything fell apart for him.
Perrien’s family had celebrated his dad’s election with a special dinner after the news was announced. He'd been the most excited.
He had seen the election as a chance to become special and important, and most of all, have a group of friends, like everyone else his age. He had always been looked down on by everyone, except his parents, considered the punching bag for his school peers.
But last night, he had dreamed he had been eaten alive from the inside out by a dragon and woke up with the three huge scars covering his face and weird eyes. The weird eyes… that were not his.
Something was now dwelling inside him.
Perrien shivered and hugged his knee, digging his face into them.
He had always kind of known since he turned sixteen and weird things began happening to him. Along with after the time his hands suddenly grew long black claws and scarlet scales as he broke out into an unexpected fit after ranting to his mother about the bullying peers.
For six months, he tried to find ways to explain the event with theories and gave excuses to his ‘friends’ for his anger boiling quicker every time someone ticked him off. He also spent hours trying to convince himself the exact same excuses.
But then, he woke up with the scars and eyes, which he could see through but didn’t belong to him.
Perrien tugged out more grass and tossed it over his shoulder.
He had escaped his parents and school peers from finding out and seeing the strange, cursed looking eyes, hiding in the forest behind his old school building, and avoiding his dad’s ceremony.
So far, it seemed no one had gone out to find him.
“Now,” Perrien told himself, on the thought. “I just have to avoid being elected as the hero of the city.” He tossed more grass behind him, getting some of it in his hair.