My Pet Human {UNDER SERIOUS EDITING}

A Deadly Future

'Still alive but I'm barely breathing. Just prayed to a God that I don't believe in.' ~The Script

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~Axel~

As soon as the world has finished shrinking, I'm filled with disgust at what is before me. The grass of the oval is now knee high, for starters, the table Cain and my jar rests on engulfed by it. Godpheus Mathews stands proudly in the centre of it all, staring at us with eyes of cold hard...

"It's almost comical that he's got red eyes." I mutter across to Cain, not really expecting my humour to carry on. Indeed, Godpheus has gleaming eyes of crimson fire, which are creepily human. I'm so used to seeing him with those portals of white light, but as a human? I find myself cringing in distaste.

Unfortunately, that's not even why I was originally disgusted. See- the reason why I'm standing in that jar stock still with my jaw unhinged, with Cain dropping to her knees beside me hasn't got anything to do with Godpheus. Okay, okay- I'll cut him some slack. I personally am almost equally disgusted at the fact that he's human. But on Cain's opinion, it's much different.

She's looking at Exodus Seth.

He's floating beside the giant human version of Godpheus Mathews, tethered grotesquely to a now equally giant metal cross by three nails in his wrists and ankles. The cross is connected to a pipe, which is half giant and then half smaller, which feeds glowing blue power into Godpheus's chest. The orb I'd seen before is gone, replaced by the hovering, saturated form of Jesus.

The Exodus's body is much younger looking than either Cain's or The Director's, probably because it's been frozen in time for over one hundred human years. Despite this, his skin is an awful shade of greyish yellow from being submerged in that liquid for so long. It's almost taken on the colour of his prison. Giant bones poke from his naked body, and there is no muscle left in his arms or legs. His eyes are open wide, their colour the same ice blue as Adam's. The head they're connected to swivels around, features a mixture of pain, exhaustion and complete confusion.

"What has he done to him?" Cain whispers, glaring defiantly at Godpheus. The giant only smirks, his newly reddened eyes flashing manically. I narrow my eyes, anger beginning to course through my own veins.

"You MONSTER!" Cain screeches suddenly, her wings whipping out. The jar is now too constrictive to allow her to spread them to their full wingspan, but to my shock and surprise, as soon as they bat against the glass sides, they shatter around us, as if they've exploded. I shield my eyes with my arms as shards whizz in all directions, but to my surprise, none hit me. When I raise my head, Cain is grinning evilly up at Godpheus, hands high above her head. The fallen glass begins to raise from the table's surface to form a wide arc around her, sharp ends pointed towards the human version of Godpheus. Her eyes glow bright white, as I've seen Adam's and now The Director's do.

Godpheus only chuckles at her performance. "Monster?" He points innocently to himself with a giant finger. "Take a look at yourself, Miss Cain. I'd say you look more like a monster than I do."

The words don't sit well with Cain. Her eyes glow brighter and I have to squint as I stare at her. "YOU MADE ME THIS WAY!" She yells, causing the hovering glass nearest to her to shatter on the spot. "ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY YEARS AGO!"