God Complex

Chapter Six: Michael

                Pain is a part of life. It comes in many forms, by many means. Pain is necessary for survival. Without it, you are no longer human. Pain was a vital part of life for me in my earlier years. My father relentlessly abused me, causing pain to constantly infiltrate my life. Now, however, it is as if pain evades me. I no longer feel such a feeling. My skin, my soul, both numb to the horrors of the human world. I’m not upset about this though, it opens up possibilities for me. Not being able to feel pain is how I was able to remove one of my own ribs, sow myself back up, and still feel alright to remove, and replace Adam’s rib with mine. This proves I am getting stronger, much stronger. Of course I am not to my full ability yet. I was not born a god, but rather shaped into one. I have taken the necessary steps to reach where I am today; discovering my power, starting with the animals, murdering the man who held me back, graduating to humans, and now of course finding, and fixing my perfect vessels. There is still much work to be done, but as I said earlier I am getting much stronger.

                It has been twelve hours since I connected my vessels to myself. I carry my Eve’s rib bone around with me, as a constant reminder of what the world will become. My creations were still resting when I had awoke, so I tended to the chores, bathed Eve once more, and hunted for some food. I know it is time for me to start building up their strength again. Raw meat should suffice. As I skinned the squirrels I had caught a noise from the dark room caught my attention. Moans and grumbles filled the silence.

                My Adam has risen.

                Quickly discarding of the animal skin, I placed the meat onto an old platter I had found in my mother’s old trunk, and I walked into the room.

                “Wh-Wh-…” Adams voice trailed off as he shook the dark from his eyes.

                “Shh, don’t fret,” I smiled down upon him, “I have brought you food.”

I pushed the old platter onto the table where he lay. He turned his eager head, but stopped once he laid eyes on the meat. Disgust filled his eyes as he pushed the platter off of the table, sending it straight to the floor. I became upset, angry even. His attitude was weighing down on me. He was the perfect vessel though, so I could not condemn him like the others. I looked at the mess he had made, turned back for the door and laughed.

                “I guess you will starve then.” I snickered.

                Hours passed before the clatter of my mother’s plate had aroused me from sleep. I walked back to the dark room, amused with what I saw. My Adam had eaten every last scrap of dirt covered raw meat from the floor. Blood dripped down his chin, hunger pains disappeared from his eyes. I recognized the look upon his face. I had seen it on myself many times. The look of hope. Hope I a funny thing to me, you see, it is the greatest burden life can lie upon you. It infects your soul ant the swelters, putrefying. There would be no need for hope when I was done.

                My Adam lay upon the floor, wiping the blood from his face. Gradually, he raised his eyes to meet mine, and for the first time, he held my gaze. Not once did he break eye contact with me.  The raw, intimidating look in his eye startled me. None of my previous vessels had ever had such a primal look in their eyes. I shifted my weight to the other foot, and then bent down to pick up the platter.

                “I’m pleased you did not choose to attack me as I bent down.”

                “Why would I bite the hand that feeds me?” He scoffed.

His tone was eerily calm, as he had only screamed at me in our previous encounters. I studied his face for a moment, wondering what could have caused such a dramatic attitude change. He lifted himself off of the ground, walked over to Eve, and sat down. I lurched forward, terrified he was about to harm her, but stopped noticing him only gliding his hand up and down her arm. His tenderness for her shocked me.