Creation
Genesis Rhapsodos slowly stumbled his way across the dark room, his hands reaching for something to grab onto. His breathing was ragged and as his hands found a chair he leaned heavily on it, as if summoning more strength. He let out a strangled cry as a second wave of pain rushed through him, causing him to slip down onto the floor.
His body convulsed and he broke out into a sweat, but he shoved himself back to his feet, desperate to find out what was happening to him. He used the chair he had found to steady himself, and then he stumbled over towards one of the walls to search for a light switch.
Mumbling angrily when he couldn't find one, he moved towards where he thought the bathroom was and only just managed to make it through the door before another wave of pain sent him to the floor again.
He lay there for a few minutes, allowing the pain to fade away again and some of his strength to return before attempting to stand once more. When he was on his feet, his hand fumbled against the wall and finally turned on the light.
He winced from the pain in his eyes because of the bright light and dragged himself over to the sink, slowly raising his head to look at his reflection in the mirror.
His hair was wet with sweat and there were dark circles around his eyes. The blue in his eyes had darkened severely and his skin was sickly pale. He looked down to where his hands were gripping the sink tightly, the knuckles white from the strain. They looked weak and stretched; unlike his hands at all.
Looking back up into the mirror, something caught his eye. He looked past himself in the reflection and stared slightly to the left, where something black was drooping. It looked like it started just under the height of his shoulder and went down to the floor. It was also coated in something which was dripping off it slowly. Blood.
Feeling his heart racing in his chest, he slowly turned his head to look over his shoulder and confirmed what he had thought. He had a wing.
His eyes extended past the black object attached to his back and followed the trail of blood on the floor which went out to his bedroom, where he had come from.
Turning back to the mirror, Genesis stared in absolute disgust at his reflection. Is this what it had all been about? The occasional aches and pains he felt in his shoulder from time to time? Was it all because of this? Because some stupid wing that had been growing inside him?
Feeling sick, he vomited into the sink.
What was he supposed to do now? How would he clean that much blood from the carpet before anyone suspected anything? And how would he hide it from people so they didn't fear him?
It's inevitable. They will see it and they will fear me.
He found himself trembling again and noticed tears running down from his eyes when he looked at his reflection in the mirror again.
This was it, then. There was nothing he could do to take it back or make it go away. He was stuck with it. This was who he was and he would have to deal with it.
"I'm..." Genesis gulped in air, squeezing his eyes tight and slipping down until he was sitting on the floor again. His hands still held pathetically to the sink that was now above him. He leant his head against his arms and allowed the sobs to wrack his weak frame.
"I'm a monster!"