Role Play Board: Dawn of the Savage

Dawn of the Savage

Posted by Vandal Savage on 5/3/2009, 10:55 pm
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The building towers over downtown Metropolis- looking out at the city's inner harbor from here they all look like ants, and are as insignificant. The darkness creeps from east like a fog rolling in as the sun sets to the west. The same thing has happened for thousands of years, the sun rises and it sets. I know this, that each day I will live to see the sun set and each morning I will see the sun rise. There is something amazing about it I'm sure, the poets try to verbalize it, the politicians use it to gain power, the priests to look for reasoning and the scientists to explain it. What they don't realize is that nature is unexplainable, unquantifiable so many variables so many actions and reactions their endeavors are as pointless as their lives.

"And that is why I will win in the end." I turn my back from the glass windows. "I am like the dirt, the air, the water, I am constant in this world, when everything is done and the dust has settled I will be the only one left."

I've spent the last century watching the world change more rapidly then it had in the last thousand years, all brought about by those who are different, who posses what others don't. Powers, abilities, circumstances, the antecedents are all different yet they all breed the same result, the heroes. The public worships them like they are gods, the second coming of some savior whose story has taken on mythic proportions since I watched him hang from cross long ago. My senses are filled as my memory takes me back to that time, before the towering monoliths that consume the city-scapes today. When the largest building was a stone coliseum where death was the sport of choice.

"When you've lived long enough everything old is new again." My voice is deep like a bass, it troubles him, I can tell by the look on his face. So innocent, he has yet to truly experience the wonders of the world; he does not know what grand fate awaits him. "I've spent years watching the world nearly destroy itself, watching fools with to much ambition try to take all the power for themselves then what happens? They lose, beaten by the ones who beat me, by their children."

The boots that clap against the marble are expensive, the marble cut to specifications is expensive, and the entire building was expensive. But what is money to one that has all the time in the world, to accumulate a network of wealth so vast that barely even I remember where it all is hidden.

"I've watched the gene pool become diluted, watched the raise of the Homo Superior, the so called Meta-Humans, watched aliens become praised and accepted as messiahs. I've fought my wars, and lost but like the coming night things are changing it is a new dawn, or dusk if one prefers. The words don't matter and in the end all that will are actions."

He tries to talk, the words never forming no matter how hard he tries. I chuckle to myself as I walk closer to the alter where he lies. The ritual is old from a time before I brought fire into this world, it should mean nothing, I should not even concern myself yet a for some reason I have performed the same ritual on the same day since I came into being.

"The alien rock that granted me intellect that gave me the gift of immortality changed me in more ways then you could even imagine. You see the blood that flows through my veins and yours, give us strength and for what is to come I am going to need all the strength that I can get. You see it is nothing personal."

My hand is large enough that it covers his tiny face; I can feel his breath become more labored as he struggles for life. The candles which surround the small alter flicker as the twilight envelops the city outside of my tower. The small infant's breath and struggle fades as life leaves his body, his is merely nothing more to me then a genetic endeavor, cloned in one of my labs, the science team who created the technology I had killed.

I pick up an ivory knife the hilt inscribed with a Buddhist mantra, the irony is not lost as I pierce the soft skin, cutting a piece off. The smell of raw flesh and fresh warm blood fills my senses. As I put the flesh into my mouth, I am not a person, I know this and that is what separates me from the others, I've had centuries to learn about myself. I am no longer a man of culture, I am just another savage.

To Be Continued