Creation Myth: Man’s World
Before the son of man there was only one man; man, a term that in this particular case I use quite loosely, and one girl. Here is the story directly from the girl’s memoir.
Some of your smartest have tried to articulate my whole part in this but they’re fruitless in their harvest. Accordingly, here is the beginning of the beginning. In the beginning, there was me, Madeline, and the beginning was actually the end of me. I remember that I was in my orchard, plucking apples from the most beautiful trees. I was dancing! I danced back then, yes, and was full of whimsy. However, it was my childish nature that resulted in my disfigurement – the same childish nature that would eventually take my life away, slowly. I was young and miniature, and innocent just like anybody would expect a little girl such as myself to be. The orchard was undoubtedly my safe haven. In fact, it was the only place I had ever known. Now, as I sit and reminisce on the past I realize that the man discovering me in the orchard was fate. Inevitably, it was meant for the betterment of mankind. Although, I do still imagine what life would be like had I not been found by the man. Would I still be picking apples, living in my fantasy world, unaware of the real world? Before the man, I had never seen anything but the orchard. Everything beyond the orchard was pitch black like the back of my eyelids, and all anyone would’ve been able to identify from beyond the orchard was a pungent and repulsive stink. It turns out that that smell, that stench was a world that I had yet to experience. Ergo, I thought I was the only person in existence. Then he interfered with my way of living. To be honest I didn’t even know what he was or even meant at the time. None the less, he crept into my orchard unannounced, and touched me. Not gently, no. I was raped by him, a man. I was left for dead in the orchard. I remember vividly the sanguine blades of grass and clumps of dirt resting in my sweaty palms, plus the dirt up and under my broken, hanging fingernails. There was massive hemorrhaging, and a protruding bone fracture left me unable to stand, crawl. My body was never the same after the attack, but I did recover. From what I want remember, it was a grueling process. My life as an innocent, young little girl deteriorated against my own will. I didn’t grow up with the gift of breasts but instead a chest dense with muscle. My belly went from smooth to rough and defined in a matter of weeks. I had the body of a man – of a…god. However, back then I was disgusted by my new form no matter how spectacular, because I had grown a penis just as well. I wanted to die and so I didn’t eat for a year, I couldn’t. In hopes that I’d die a slow, painful death I put myself in a drought. Nothing came from it, except more of the nothingness inside of me. Misery is all that existed for me. They were hopeless times; I wasn’t dying but I sure as Hell wasn’t living. Out of desperation, I picked up an apple and bit into it. It was my first taste of food as a man. Knowledge immediately flowed through my body. I gained an insurmountable amount of it at that. I had knowledge of evolution, adaptation, farming and life. With this new, divine knowledge in my head, I came to and broke a branch from the tallest apple tree in my orchard and without a moment’s hesitation pierced my side with it, right through the muscle padding the rib cage. I then reached my hand inside the incision and ripped one of my ribs out. I planted it, though I was in a lot of pain, crying all the while. I sobbed like a little girl and my tears fell over the planted bone and from the bone a man rose up from the soil. I convinced the man to tear out one of his ribs and plant it. Once he had done so and was in process of burying his rib, I took a large branch and conked the back of his head until he wept over his bone and then I battered him into nothingness. When the next man had arisen, I had to do the same to him as I had done to the last, kill him. No mercy. The process went on until I had butchered at least one-hundred and fifty men. My mind set was odd, distraght and I wasn’t thinking clearly, nor of the future. I just wanted to kill them all, all the men. I thought a lot afterwards and slept a great deal as well. At one point I slept for six days straight. My heart turned ice-cold after I was touched and because of that I despised men. I also believe that’s the reason I starved myself for a year, because I hated what I had become, a man. Oh, how the subconscious works. I changed my name from Madeline to Maleky. I hated Madeline, my weak former self and simply an empty shell of what I used to be. I was now strong, almighty and in control. When I would silence the men like lambs, their blood would spill so fast that when it splattered up into the air it was still blue – and so their blood painted the sky blue. The fear in the men’s eyes before they died illuminated the darkness that had swallowed the orchard for so long. That’s when I knew I could leave the orchard and follow the pungent odor of the foul world, something Madeline wouldn’t have dreamed of. From then on I was on a mission to hunt down and kill the man who was responsible for raping and murdering Madeline. I stepped out into the newly lit world outside of the orchard. I walked until my feet bled, and then I walked some more.
The story ends with Maleky finding Madeline’s killer, the man. It turned out that the man had been waiting for Maleky all along. Once Maleky approached the man, the man did nothing but coward. Maleky cocked his fist back and forced directly through the man’s skull. Blood splattered in every direction and painted the sky red for seconds, but the man did not die. People often wonder what happened to Maleky and the man. The truth is that they were similar. Maleky’s rage and impatience destroyed them both. It also turned out that the man that killed Madeline wasn’t a man after all but instead a creature, a creature that the men who heard the story of Maleky coin as the Devil. Maleky went into the sky, which is where he resides and as for the Devil, his presence remains underground.
One day Maleky snapped his fingers and liquid fell from the sky, and men were born. The men called it water, but you know what it really was. Here is my revelation, I am Maleky. The men though, call me God…do not upset me, because I am in control. And always will be.