Dragon Rising Excerpt 6

Entry in Asher's Journal







June 10, 2033

Days without food – 3
Days without sleep – 0

I dreamt of Mom this afternoon. My first real sleep in almost a week and that’s what comes. Now I know that God is dead. I really wanted to prove Nietzsche wrong. Not to be superior, but because I hated the asshole. But he was right.

In the dream I was covered in hot blood, still pumping from the body beneath me. I’ll never forget Mom’s eyes. They were so wide and dark that I could’ve fallen into them. The man whose life was emptying in streams onto my feet – he’d had a bag of candy. She found us just as I shoved the salvation into my mouth, the chocolate melting in black rivers between my fingers like blood.

I woke up gagging, but when there’s nothing in your stomach, all you get is pain. No relief.

Awesome.

I keep promising myself not to kill (including myself), not if I don’t have to. But what if I have to?

God help me.

Oh, yeah. I already decided He’s DEAD.

Long live the Superman.