《The Sons of Adam: The Boy Named Nod Book 1》Prodigal
Advertisement
There's a certain level of trepidation when you see your father again for the first time in years. More so when you've last parted under less than favorable conditions. Like him killing your mother. There aren't butterflies exactly. I wouldn't use any living creature to describe the feeling. It isn't some positive jumpy nervousness. It's like an icy cannonball is sitting in the pit of your stomach oozing tar. It's disgusting and it makes you feel infected every time you think about the person. It just gets worse the closer the time comes to seeing them, and when you do finally see them... tar bubbles up and you have to choke back the bile in your throat.
I couldn't tell if Rebecca was feeling it, but I sure as hell was. I kept looking at the metallic thing in front of me. I kept seeing the vague memories of a father that carried me on his shoulders. I kept seeing a mother with her head spun around backwards laying in a puddle of blood. I adjusted my tie and stepped forward next to Rebecca. Her fists were clenched and I was willing to bet her lips were still invisible too. She was facing father down with a resolve I certainly wasn't used to. Maybe it was the sight of Abraham that had done it to her.
Abe looked bad. His robes were torn and rumpled, blood staining great swathes of the cloth. How much had been Mr. Jonathan and how much had been father, I wasn't sure. I was, however, pretty certain, that even if Mr. Jonathan had extracted my brother's eye, he wouldn't have ripped out the optical nerves and half the veins attached to it. Brutality was a favored domain of our father.
Adam snickered behind his clanging teeth and raised a gleaming hand. He clenched his fist and my bowler crumpled into a ball.
Advertisement
"You will pay for that you bloody ignorant excuse for a steam shovel." I spoke before I really observed. His eyes were spinning, focusing, refocusing. He hadn't intended on crushing my hat at all. He was intending on crushing my skull. Tink tink tink. A metal eyeball rolled past my father's feet. He spun around and hissed out a mouthful of exhaust. Abe stood there, bare-chested, only in the black slacks he had worn under the robes.
Adam words puffed out. "What are you doing?"
"Excommunicating you from our church, on the charges on heresy." Abe spoke as he wiped the blood off his cheek,
"How dare you. I am Adam 2.0. My disciples are the body of my church and I am the head."
"Then, the Disciples of Adam will be beheaded, and if God is willing, a new head will grow in the old one's place."
Adam snarled and went to clench his hand again. His cleanly machined fingers stopped in mid-air and bent backwards, steel screaming. Five lassos were looped around his cold metal digits and continued to tug at them, forcing them flat against the back of his hand. Adam screamed out a mouthful of exhaust and jerked his entire arm forward. Rebecca was jerked off her feet but stopped in mid-air as Abe raised a fist.
"So all my children turn against me? I will strike you down and create a new legacy. You were all weak. That whore's blood runs too strongly in your veins," he roared.
Enough.
"The weak slut begged for me to spare you if I killed her. She even knew the gravity of her sin, the impurity of her foul blood. The heathen bitch got what she deserved and so shall you."
ENOUGH.
Advertisement
I didn't have to raise a fist. I just shut my eyes. Honeysuckle. My little man, so sharp in his suit. Glassy eyes. Keyboard keys and my baby teeth. The gear brand in my brother's face. Long, sweet, hair dangling down around me as I cried with a battered shin. Mommy kiss it better. I opened my eyes and Adam was screaming. Abraham backed away quietly, swallowing hard.
Where Rebecca had been, Mother was. I couldn't see her. I never could see just what I was making happen when it was someone's else head I was screwing with. But Adam and Abe saw her. That was all that mattered.
"You're dead. I killed you. I broke your neck for deceiving me," father said in a whispered hiss.
She spoke and her words poured into my ears like sweet tea on a blazing summer day. At least I could hear her. At least I had that much to clutch to.
"No, you didn't. Your entire existence is a lie. You grew scared as they neared the completion of your so-called "upgrade" and you broke out. You came home to me and I was slow to let you in. You blew apart the door and I backed away from you. I put just enough distance between us to watch you, to watch what you had become. It made you angry that I was cautious. You punched the table with your new fist and snapped my neck without having a clue how to control yourself. You were a weeping wreck. By the time Abe came home, you had already created a new story. Michael was asleep in bed. You branded Abe and made him try to kill Michael. You are a sham, Adam 2.0. Your existence is blasphemy against your own church. You are the heretic here. Not any of your children. Not the one you failed to protect, not the one you deceived and tortured, not the one you attempted to murder. You."
Adam was in a heap on the floor, screaming. He was shaking, every screw rattling loose, every bolt wiggling free. I looked at my brother and nodded. He stepped forward, caught a piece of hair extending from the glowing form he saw as our mother, and looped it around our father's neck. I let go of the nightmare and Rebecca pulled the hair tight.
There was a gush of oil and cling clang against the floor. I stepped forward, scooped it up, kissed its forehead, and handed it to my brother. Abe nodded and stepped outside. I hugged Rebecca as we both began to weep. I heard the fighting outside screech to a halt. Not a bomb went off, not a gun fired, not an engine revved.
"Adam 2.0 is dead."
Advertisement
Feral: The Story of a Half Orc
Char has lived in Jarvin his entire life, subjected to hatred and suspicion for his Half-Orc heritage. He avoids the crowd, only wanting to focus on his blacksmithing and runes. Right up until the girl who is prophesized to save the world decides to become his friend, pulling him into assassination plots, conspiracies, and caves full of giant spiders. Yay?
8 164The Apex Formula (Isekai LitRPG)
Kevin, a normal man in his 20s with a mundane office job, yet his life took a worse turn. In just a split second, the norm is gone, replaced by a new world that might seems familiar. Armed with extensive knowledge of a discontinued game, he'll use it to fight against the very people that he once calls his own since he has no choice but to face them head-on. He will use everything at his disposal, tips, tricks, and bugs. It will all be for the sake of Kevin reaching the apex. He has the perfect plan in mind with a specific class already decided, but then "That" appears. A new unknown, yet it promises a path that will bring along great glory and astonishing power. An adventure of a lifetime as Kevin unravels the secrets of Dunia with his precise planning taking step by step heading towards the apex, all for the sake of staying alive and protect those who need it the most. His boundless wisdom might have helped him, but who knows, there might be some times he will slip up.
8 115First Iteration
What is a soul ? Is it your true self ? Would you be the same if your soul kept traveling from life to life but your memories faded for each new life you had ? Your education would be different each time, your growing environment would be different, your personality might change. So what is the purpose of the soul ? Mortals never got an answer for this question. Finding an exact definition didn’t matter for them, what they knew was that a soul allowed reincarnation. Even if they lost some memories, getting glimpses of their past lives was more than enough. Getting the possibility of a new life, a better life was what they thrived for. This became an even greater truth as progenitors, the first of their cycle, became scarce. As hundreds of new progenitors were born each century, nowadays, no more than a handful of them appeared every 200 hundreds years. As they represent a new cycle, they embody new opportunities: some progenitors have made kingdoms, others have been their doom. So when four of them appeared at the same place, at the same time, how can it not be perceived as a sign ? A sign that things were about to change…
8 162Graphic (Dylan O'Brien)
"Don't forget I'm in control, baby girl, now drop your pants" ~~~ WARNING- this book will mostly likely contain: swearing, violence, graphic scenes, sexual content (which I know you'll all love), triggering content, and all that other fun stuff.
8 73The Legendary Gamer
A boy from two ancient families gains a unique ability with amazing powers, will he become the most powerful being of all time, or will he be crushed before he can get started? Find out as Gregory starts off on his adventure and begins an epic journey of his own.He was born in a world full of magic, his own family is one of the most powerful magical families in the area. What will happen to this young man as he discovers the world's magic and tries to make a life in this new and amazing world he has been dropped into.Find out more by reading The Legendary Gamer, and see what you've been missing.
8 106Distance (mizo) #complete
"Tunah khan Ka Kookie hi a hmui a fawh ka chak lutuk tih i ngaihtuah", ~JungkookFlash back tamtak a awm a i in chhiar bo em lovang chu a✌😂
8 152