This choice: ...rule the world with an iron fist. • Go Back...Chapter #5...rule the world with an iron fist. by: Solan   "Rule the world?" you repeat disbelievingly. "You're kidding!"
Drake stands up from his bed and you instinctively fall back a step. He doesn't look any different, but on some sensory level you don't understand your kid brother seems to radiate limitless power!
"Of course I'm not kidding," he tells you scornfully. "You made me a GOD! Your puny mind can't begin to comprehend the full extent of what I've become, but even an inferior brain like yours should be able to grasp that I am all-seeing, all-knowing and ALL-POWERFUL! I could destroy the entire universe with a single thought! Everything in existence will keep existing only so long as I want it to."
A shiver of fear races down your spine at these insane, megalomaniacal words. You never would have guessed Drake would react like this!
"That's because you're a naive goodie-goodie, like I said," Drake sneers.
Wait a minute, he just read your thoughts!
""Of course I did. What part of "omniscient" didn't you get?" he asks sarcastically. "And it's not insanity or megalomania when you really are the fucking greatest being around!"
Your mind races, searching frantically for a way to stop the utterly irresistible force that is your omnipotent younger brother, but you can think of nothing. With the formula no longer workable, there is no way for anyone else to ascend to Drake's level, and you haven't the first clue as to how these abilities could be stripped from him.
"They can't be, bro. Now why don't you worship your god?"
The next thing you know you're facedown on the floor, weeping in joy at the incredible honor and privilege of being allowed to personally pay homage to your divine sovereign. You gasp out heartfelt praise to almighty Drake, lauding his endless glory and infinite majesty, assuring him that you only live to do his will.
"Okay, that's enough," he says offhandedly and you regain your senses. In revulsion you scramble back away from him, stopping when you run into the closed door to his room. He-- he made you-
"That's right," Drake confirms with a nasty smile. "Your free will doesn't mean shit to me. I could make everybody alive worship me just as easily, but come on, how lame would that be? It's gonna be a lot more fun to crush those who resist, to prove to humanity that it's way less than a race of ants compared to me."
"First, though, let's make my outer form a little more appropriate."
In the blink of an eye Drake changes. His dirty blond hair has become like spun gold and his eyes are as brilliantly blue as a pair of priceless sapphires. His facial features are completely flawless, making him the most stunningly handsome adolescent you've ever laid eyes on. His clothes have been replaced by a pure white toga and sandals, and his newly bronzed body is absolutely packed with sculpted, rippling muscles.
Though he still appears to be a teenager, Drake is at least six foot six now and proportionally bigger and more ripped than any bodybuilder without being overly bulky. His phenomenally fantastic frame is the perfect balance between muscle size and flexibility.
"That's more like it!" Drake says in satisfaction, and you start at his immensely deep voice; it is indeed the voice of a god.
"Now it's time to show this world who's boss! I'll even let you tag along, bro; you should be allowed to see the results of your handiwork," your awe-inspiring, unimaginably powerful younger sibling assures you.
In response you can only stare up in terror at the towering, invincible boy god. It's Drake against mankind, and you know as surely as you've ever known anything that mankind hasn't got a snowball's chance in Hell.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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