My Sci-Fi Horror Short Story

We walked together, hand in hand, coming off the O-Train from Confederation to Bayview, towards the east entrance of the Unicentre, where we came upon a large crowd, rowdy and enraged. They gathered around someone, as if beating on him, hard; a person who must have been hated enough to afford such a cruel response from a band of students, hell bent on giving painful retribution. Never had we seen such a loud gathering at Carleton, impromptu, as no protest signs seemed prevalent. We saw no sign that a political battled ensued either, just sheer anger towards this one individual, so despised by everyone, an object of vicious attacks both verbal and physical.

You can read the full story, The Disfigured Man at Aphelion Magazine.