Post by Andrew C. Creed on Dec 19, 2018 1:44:46 GMT -5
Another sleepless night. No remedy or sleeping medicine seemed to help. It was almost ironic how he managed to create such wonderful creations of science, gadgets which made him a god among men, yet he still failed to find anything which could help him. It had been this way for quite sometime now. Creed would push himself off of his bed and turn to his window. He noticed Rine shift slightly as he did so, but never awake. The scars on his chest became more pronounced as he stepped into the light reflecting off the dome. The punishments for his failures. Creating the suit was no easy task. First a stable energy suit had to be created, as there were none that he knew of which were small enough. In the end he looked towards the most natural energy available, Ki. Generating Ki was a difficult task for a biological organism. Given it was the energy of life itself, that was no surprise. Unlike those god like warriors out in the cosmos, Creed was no warrior. He couldn’t use martial arts, nor sustain a battle by himself. He was weak. Perhaps that was why he yearned for such power. The best that Creed could manage was a simulated brain and heart, with various artificial Ki points across the body. They could produce a great deal of power, so much so that they melted almost any metal they came into contact with. Thus he had designed a metallic glass of sorts. It would allow for the immense light to escape whilst ensuring the points were housed safely. The first test was a failure which almost took his life. A giant scar across his chest was all he had to show for it.
A sigh would escape as he remensed on the beginning of this whole ordeal. He started out on Tech Tech because it was where his father started. Such a pathetic man he was. In the early years of his youth, all he ever heard was he and his mother fighting constantly. She would bully him for cash, taking everything he had. The man didn’t have the balls to talk back. What did he have to show for it? A wife who left him and an empty home with a crumbling business. The only reason Creed didn’t live in squalor was due to Capsule Corporation. Yet, he still couldn’t feel disdain for them. They gave his father a way out of his early grave. Creed had to suffer the fool for all that much longer. He didn’t need his father’s wealth for any of this. Unlike him, Creed was no coward. Perhaps something he gained from his mother.
“Why are you still up?” Rine asked quietly as she grabbed more of the blanket
“I don’t know. Ever since this all began, I just can’t stop thinking”
“Then why don’t you just stop? It’s not like you’re going out there to help anyone. You just target the bad guys so no one tries interrupting you”
Creed looked down at the asphalt and concrete below. If only things were so simple. Creed had done so much with his life, climbed the highest peaks, gained riches that would make most swoon. He had found someone he was happy with. But something about that day stuck with him. The sheer power that being held. The godly strength which almost shattered the planet. The sky split open with lightning. But Creed could do nothing but watch helplessly as everything he built crumpled around him. Creed wanted that power. But there was no way he could get it through training or meditation. Rine was right, he wasn’t doing this to help anyone. Creed was trying to prove to himself that he could do it. That he could become a god if he so wished.
“You’re right. But I can’t stop now. Not after all I’ve managed to accomplish. That would be admitting defeat. I think I would rather die”
Rine would shove her head in her pillow and sigh. “You’re stupid” she said, voice muffled by the pillow.
She was right. But Creed didn’t care anymore. After all the advances he helped push forth, the suit’s creation, the utter domination of the Cybernetic marketplace, didn’t he deserve to be a little irrational? Creed grinned slightly as he walked towards Rine, leaning over to give her a kiss.
“I’m going to work on the suit. We can go do something tomorrow, and I promise I’ll try getting some sleep”
There it stood, in all its glory. The thing almost resembled a demon. Eyes in a constant glare, mouth in a sneer. Creed wanted to make people fear it. Respect would win you hearts and minds, but he didn’t care about either. No, he wanted to feel their hearts beat in panic as they stared into its Emerald eyes. The rush of knowing they would soon die with nothing they could do about it except beg for mercy. Creed relished in their fear. The only thing which surpassed it was the feeling of ending their lives. Knowing that out of all the things in the galaxy, all the war and crime, the sheer chaos of nature, He was the one to do it. As if he was the right hand of fate itself. Creed ran a hand along the smooth chest plate. No serious damage had been taken thus far and no real upgrades were planned. No, sometimes he just liked coming down here to stare at the suit. It made him happy, almost as happy as spending time with Rine. The suit took away all the worries for the future and all the hardships of the past. He felt immortal and invincible while wearing it. Nothing he could make would ever surpass the pride he felt after it’s creation. So Creed simply sat and stared at it, sipping at some whisky until finally succumbing to sleep. But it would not be restful, it really couldn’t even be called sleep. It was more akin to passing out. Rine came down to find him there in his workshop, facing the suit. She would drape a blanket over him before returning to bed.
Word Count: 1033
A sigh would escape as he remensed on the beginning of this whole ordeal. He started out on Tech Tech because it was where his father started. Such a pathetic man he was. In the early years of his youth, all he ever heard was he and his mother fighting constantly. She would bully him for cash, taking everything he had. The man didn’t have the balls to talk back. What did he have to show for it? A wife who left him and an empty home with a crumbling business. The only reason Creed didn’t live in squalor was due to Capsule Corporation. Yet, he still couldn’t feel disdain for them. They gave his father a way out of his early grave. Creed had to suffer the fool for all that much longer. He didn’t need his father’s wealth for any of this. Unlike him, Creed was no coward. Perhaps something he gained from his mother.
“Why are you still up?” Rine asked quietly as she grabbed more of the blanket
“I don’t know. Ever since this all began, I just can’t stop thinking”
“Then why don’t you just stop? It’s not like you’re going out there to help anyone. You just target the bad guys so no one tries interrupting you”
Creed looked down at the asphalt and concrete below. If only things were so simple. Creed had done so much with his life, climbed the highest peaks, gained riches that would make most swoon. He had found someone he was happy with. But something about that day stuck with him. The sheer power that being held. The godly strength which almost shattered the planet. The sky split open with lightning. But Creed could do nothing but watch helplessly as everything he built crumpled around him. Creed wanted that power. But there was no way he could get it through training or meditation. Rine was right, he wasn’t doing this to help anyone. Creed was trying to prove to himself that he could do it. That he could become a god if he so wished.
“You’re right. But I can’t stop now. Not after all I’ve managed to accomplish. That would be admitting defeat. I think I would rather die”
Rine would shove her head in her pillow and sigh. “You’re stupid” she said, voice muffled by the pillow.
She was right. But Creed didn’t care anymore. After all the advances he helped push forth, the suit’s creation, the utter domination of the Cybernetic marketplace, didn’t he deserve to be a little irrational? Creed grinned slightly as he walked towards Rine, leaning over to give her a kiss.
“I’m going to work on the suit. We can go do something tomorrow, and I promise I’ll try getting some sleep”
There it stood, in all its glory. The thing almost resembled a demon. Eyes in a constant glare, mouth in a sneer. Creed wanted to make people fear it. Respect would win you hearts and minds, but he didn’t care about either. No, he wanted to feel their hearts beat in panic as they stared into its Emerald eyes. The rush of knowing they would soon die with nothing they could do about it except beg for mercy. Creed relished in their fear. The only thing which surpassed it was the feeling of ending their lives. Knowing that out of all the things in the galaxy, all the war and crime, the sheer chaos of nature, He was the one to do it. As if he was the right hand of fate itself. Creed ran a hand along the smooth chest plate. No serious damage had been taken thus far and no real upgrades were planned. No, sometimes he just liked coming down here to stare at the suit. It made him happy, almost as happy as spending time with Rine. The suit took away all the worries for the future and all the hardships of the past. He felt immortal and invincible while wearing it. Nothing he could make would ever surpass the pride he felt after it’s creation. So Creed simply sat and stared at it, sipping at some whisky until finally succumbing to sleep. But it would not be restful, it really couldn’t even be called sleep. It was more akin to passing out. Rine came down to find him there in his workshop, facing the suit. She would drape a blanket over him before returning to bed.
Word Count: 1033