The god complex (Book one of The Devil's Daughter trilogy)

Chapter fourteen.

"She's done it," Poseidon walks in as I sit and stare at the dome crumble to clear pieces of trash on my computer screen. I whip around and stare at him, making him shrivel inside himself. I always had that power over men, even when I was human.

"I know, you big oaf." I grit my teeth but then I smile. "Fetch her father, I'm pretty sure he knows, but I want to make it clear." My voice is sweet as I walk over to my medicine cabinet, I pull open the door and find what I want. " I want to make it crystal clear," I pour the poison into a shot of Vodka, the Devil's favorite drink, the poison blends like sugar in water. "Clear as Vodka."

"I don't know what you're doing Missy, but you have to get out." Someone shakes me awake and I throw a flame at them. "Damn crack head, what did you throw at me?"

"Why aren't you burning yet?" I throw another flame but nothing happens.

"I'm calling the sheriff," I sit up and see an old man walking away from me in the bed of a truck, well his truck. "Angie, call Dan! We got another crack head."

"What the hell?" I flick my hand trying to make a flame appear but not even a spark happens. I shake my head and something scrapes against my sore neck. I pull at my head and feel hair. "Why is there always hair," this time this hair feels natural. I jump out of the bed of the truck, shaking out my legs. "Where am I?" I yell out toward the man has he talks to someone on the phone.

"Phoenix," he yells back. He mumbles something into the phone and hangs up. "What are you doing here girl?"

"I'm looking for someone," I head off away from his rinky dink shack and head for the main road. "Phoenix," I can't remember anything after leaving Vegas and the dome crumbled, I must have crashed as soon as we crossed the state line.

"Girl!" I turn and see the old man coming up his driveway chasing me down. "Do ya' know where you're headed?" I violently shake my head trying to get the hair off. "Well then stay the night until ya' know where you're goin'," he smiles and I can see he is missing at least four teeth in the front.

"Alright I guess," my brain goes off saying no, this is how girls end up dead in ditches, but I'm not those girls, I'm the all mighty Fire, the Devil's daughter.

"Sweet as ice tea. ANGIE," he hollers into my ear. "MAKE ENOUGH FRIED CHICKEN FOR THREE, AND MAKE SOME PA-TATERS!" He wraps me up into a hug and whispers into my ear, "Angie makes the best damn fried chicken but the worst mashed potatoes, so smile when ya' eat them." I nod and laugh, the thought of fried chicken makes my stomach dance and my mouth water with hunger.

We sit around the table as Angie places the bowl of fried chicken around us, the golden crisp skin steams with heat and my mouth salivates. I stretch my hand outward but stop when I see neither Angie or the man grab the food. They're heads are bowed and I relies they are praying.

"Why don't you lead, girl." The old man nods at me then bows his head down again. I sit there struck with the feeling to laugh in their faces, pray, to God. They would laugh if they knew who they were talking too. "Go."

"Umm, dear Lord. Its me, Blaze," I chuckle to myself, I've always liked names meaning fire or fire orientated. "Thank you for this chicken given to me by Angie and," I cough for the name of the old man.

"Mark."

"Mark, thank you for the chance to find my mother and letting me get out of Vegas alive." I feel Angie eyeball me and probably think about what a heathen I am. "Amen," they say their amens and start to grab up the chicken and mashed potatoes. "Thank you for letting me spend the night Angie."