𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙼𝙰𝙳𝙴 𝙼𝙰𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙴

he is a body martyred from baptismal waters, with their weight drenching his clothes, clinging to his skin. or perhaps, their weight soaking his skin. seeping, sleeping in the pores, with the mechanism of a forgotten religion ticking like a clockwork in the background. he’s done believing, he’s done devoting. there’s a form of ennui blooming against the back of his mind as he recalls what it tasted like to trust, and then, and then, and then, what it tasted like to lie. he likes the latter better. perhaps it’s the subdued peroxide that litters his mouth, rinsing it off the dissidents imprisoned among his tooth gaps. either way, there’s no hope in beliefs. no church in the wild, as they all once said.

what’s a god to a non-believer? naught, it all comes down to zero sum. still, the man that becomes the aftermath of this christening world carries the same slouch on his globed shoulders. does he still believe in forgiveness? he doesn’t know, but perhaps, just perhaps, steve does. there’s a chapel in the crux of steve’s chest, constructed fully out of broken bones, ruptured veins. he doesn’t think time altered the man even when it’s grappled to do so. both men out of time, but he still peruses as time tries bending steve’s spine, the same way that it tries restructuring his crooked limbs. it cannot, it simply cannot. there are so many rooted equations that even the universe can’t bend. time is a moot factor, now. cryostasis is the brand new currency, paying priests with its askew smiles as they wonder, what’s after life? heaven, hell, anything in-between? liminal penitence that serves nothing of the injustice done in the mundane world... he doesn’t believe there’s justification to men’s conducts. cruelties forged out of malice that even the infernal flames cannot even out.

first experiment that was conducted on him occurred at auschwitz, performed by dr. sebastian shaw for a little over a year. the team tried restraining him back even with the command to release all prisoners. researches were ceased, but this one never truly ended, funded by shaw’s obsession over mutants, namely homo superiors. it wasn’t until later that he found out shaw used some of his genes to improve and generate abilities, and that caused him irate. this first experiment did not make a tremendous impact inwardly, apart from the fact that he was strained to an extent where he thought it was his maximum upon witnessing his mother’s death. it wasn’t, turned out, but he didn’t find out until later.