Chapter 2
Marcus was engaged in a conversation with his father when he heard Isaac’s plea. He said to his father, “There is something unsettling in my stomach. Give me a moment to remove it.”
Marcus opened his mouth and his father’s expression quickly changed from a blank stare as they conversed to fear as Marcus pointed his maw at him to inquisitive stares; it is not every day that you see your daughter walk out of your son’s mouth with a smile and two other men (If it is, then you have one very &%#$ed up family).
They never mentioned their little adventure to their father; Marcus did not need permission anymore and Liz never asked for it anyway. Their father said, “Marcus, Why the hell did you eat your sister?”
“She decided to comment on my weight…”
His father had no proper response, so he kept quiet. Mitch walked out from a nearby building and said, “I found some food stores that you didn’t burn to a crisp. It isn’t much, but it’s food.”
He handed a silver package to Marcus’s father and turned to hand one to Liz. She turned him down and he said, “Really? I mean, you look like you weigh less than most of my dogs. And you haven’t eaten anything since yesterday.”
Isaac spoke for her, “I turned her into a titanicus like me and Marcus. Now we have nine. We won’t be having any more anytime soon.”
“I’ve only seen seven of you: Marcus, Dem, Mish, Dragoon, Karen, Liz, and you,” said Zack. Marcus replied, “There are two of us that remain unaccounted for; Jeremiah Bronx and Jonas Carded. They are a great black bear and a blood-thirster, respectively.”
“What’s a blood-thirster,” asked Liz.
“It is a demon from some old videogame I remember playing. He takes the form of his character; strong, fierce, and often angry. The titanicus are an interesting subject, but that is a subject for another time. Liz, let us discuss you.”
Liz turned to look at him and her cheeks turned red. Although her body was near the perfection of a deity, she was still somewhat human. Marcus decided that he was not her guardian, but her guidance. Now was his time to truly change the world; saving the people changed humanity, but raising and teaching a new titanicus would change the course of history for better or for worse. He said to her with newfound confidence, “We already know what your body is capable of, but we still need to learn what your mind can push you to do.”
Marcus looked across her body and remembered that when he was human, women with Liz’s perfect skin, figure, and eyes would easily turn him to a mess on the floor. Now, she simply looked like the symbol of beauty to him. Before Marcus could continue speaking, Liz said, “I can’t see very well. Is there a problem with my design?”
Isaac said, “Take off your glasses; you won’t be needing them anymore.”
She took them off and saw the world in a new clarity she never imagined possible. She looked behind her at a tree fifty yards off and could count the veins on a single leaf as it blew in the wind. Isaac interrupted this new experience and said, “Walk around a bit; get used to your new form.”
Liz walked around and Marcus noticed just how perfect her muscle tone was. Liz noticed when she tried to do a back flip but accidentally did twelve before landing on the roof of a building fifty yards away. Marcus said, “Now that you know something about how powerful you are, let us see how precise you can leap; jump to my head.”
Liz smiled and charged the end of the building. She jumped only a few inches before the edge. Her landing, thirty feet in the air, was flawless. She did not hide her enjoyment. Liz leapt off Marcus and her father stared at the girl in wonder; she broke seven world records like they were nothing. She moved to hug him, but Marcus said, “Wait. Remember how strong you are.”
Liz kept that in mind when she tried to embrace her father. She barely placed her hands around him when he yelped, “Not so tight!”
Liz stepped back and said her apologies. Marcus said, “Now you know how I feel when I need a hug.”
“Do you want one right now?”
“A little.”
Marcus jokingly whimpered and Liz smiled. Mitch, who just told Marcus’s father to go to the infirmary, threw Liz a steel pipe. He had trouble picking it up, but she caught it like a twig. She twirled the rusty metal in her hand, but playtime was over when Zack drew his own blade; the four handed sword he cherished so much. Liz dodged his first three blows, but the third she inevitably had to block. The metal struck against hers and the rod was sliced in half.
He tried to strike her from above, but she dodged it by a few scant inches. The blade was lodged two feet into the dirt and he tried to pull it out. Liz ran up the foot wide blade and grabbed Zack’s leather jacket. She threw him up into the air like a child playing with a new toy. When he reached twenty feet, Zack hanged in the air for a full second before he started to fall back to earth. Liz broke his fall. With her foot. Right between his legs.
Marcus opened his mouth and his father’s expression quickly changed from a blank stare as they conversed to fear as Marcus pointed his maw at him to inquisitive stares; it is not every day that you see your daughter walk out of your son’s mouth with a smile and two other men (If it is, then you have one very &%#$ed up family).
They never mentioned their little adventure to their father; Marcus did not need permission anymore and Liz never asked for it anyway. Their father said, “Marcus, Why the hell did you eat your sister?”
“She decided to comment on my weight…”
His father had no proper response, so he kept quiet. Mitch walked out from a nearby building and said, “I found some food stores that you didn’t burn to a crisp. It isn’t much, but it’s food.”
He handed a silver package to Marcus’s father and turned to hand one to Liz. She turned him down and he said, “Really? I mean, you look like you weigh less than most of my dogs. And you haven’t eaten anything since yesterday.”
Isaac spoke for her, “I turned her into a titanicus like me and Marcus. Now we have nine. We won’t be having any more anytime soon.”
“I’ve only seen seven of you: Marcus, Dem, Mish, Dragoon, Karen, Liz, and you,” said Zack. Marcus replied, “There are two of us that remain unaccounted for; Jeremiah Bronx and Jonas Carded. They are a great black bear and a blood-thirster, respectively.”
“What’s a blood-thirster,” asked Liz.
“It is a demon from some old videogame I remember playing. He takes the form of his character; strong, fierce, and often angry. The titanicus are an interesting subject, but that is a subject for another time. Liz, let us discuss you.”
Liz turned to look at him and her cheeks turned red. Although her body was near the perfection of a deity, she was still somewhat human. Marcus decided that he was not her guardian, but her guidance. Now was his time to truly change the world; saving the people changed humanity, but raising and teaching a new titanicus would change the course of history for better or for worse. He said to her with newfound confidence, “We already know what your body is capable of, but we still need to learn what your mind can push you to do.”
Marcus looked across her body and remembered that when he was human, women with Liz’s perfect skin, figure, and eyes would easily turn him to a mess on the floor. Now, she simply looked like the symbol of beauty to him. Before Marcus could continue speaking, Liz said, “I can’t see very well. Is there a problem with my design?”
Isaac said, “Take off your glasses; you won’t be needing them anymore.”
She took them off and saw the world in a new clarity she never imagined possible. She looked behind her at a tree fifty yards off and could count the veins on a single leaf as it blew in the wind. Isaac interrupted this new experience and said, “Walk around a bit; get used to your new form.”
Liz walked around and Marcus noticed just how perfect her muscle tone was. Liz noticed when she tried to do a back flip but accidentally did twelve before landing on the roof of a building fifty yards away. Marcus said, “Now that you know something about how powerful you are, let us see how precise you can leap; jump to my head.”
Liz smiled and charged the end of the building. She jumped only a few inches before the edge. Her landing, thirty feet in the air, was flawless. She did not hide her enjoyment. Liz leapt off Marcus and her father stared at the girl in wonder; she broke seven world records like they were nothing. She moved to hug him, but Marcus said, “Wait. Remember how strong you are.”
Liz kept that in mind when she tried to embrace her father. She barely placed her hands around him when he yelped, “Not so tight!”
Liz stepped back and said her apologies. Marcus said, “Now you know how I feel when I need a hug.”
“Do you want one right now?”
“A little.”
Marcus jokingly whimpered and Liz smiled. Mitch, who just told Marcus’s father to go to the infirmary, threw Liz a steel pipe. He had trouble picking it up, but she caught it like a twig. She twirled the rusty metal in her hand, but playtime was over when Zack drew his own blade; the four handed sword he cherished so much. Liz dodged his first three blows, but the third she inevitably had to block. The metal struck against hers and the rod was sliced in half.
He tried to strike her from above, but she dodged it by a few scant inches. The blade was lodged two feet into the dirt and he tried to pull it out. Liz ran up the foot wide blade and grabbed Zack’s leather jacket. She threw him up into the air like a child playing with a new toy. When he reached twenty feet, Zack hanged in the air for a full second before he started to fall back to earth. Liz broke his fall. With her foot. Right between his legs.