Rib Story
Matthew Ryan Fischer
He reached his fingers into her chest and felt around. He wiggled
his fingers a little, just to see what would happen. She reacted. Her body
tense, her muscles contracted, she tried to pull away, but could not. She was
bound and gagged and not allowed to scream. But she was awake. Oh yes, he had
kept her awake for this. Not because he derived some sick or twisted pleasure
from watching her squirm in pain, but rather because he simply did not care
enough about her to sedate or medicate her.
Life was pain, he thought. The pain would add to this moment. The
pain would make it all possible. Giving birth was painful. She should be in
pain now, and in this single moment of creation the universe would feel the
pain and with it, there would be conception.
She would bleed out of course. Many women bled out in child birth,
so this would be nothing new, nothing special. He was okay with that. The
probability was okay with that. The odds were okay with that. Statistics were
okay with that. History was okay with that. It was just the way things went,
historically speaking. Who was he to contradict history? The world would keep
spinning. People died everyday and the world kept on turning. The universe kept
going no matter how many people died. No one cared or remembered. And if someone
actually did, they would die too and all would eventually be forgotten and
everyone else would move on. Life span was nothing compared to the history of
the world. It was but a blink of an eye. That’s all she was. That’s all anyone
was. But to truly affect everything that came after, every man, woman and
child, that would be immortality. Adam had given his rib without consent. And
that theft had spawned an entire gender. This would be so much more. From this
moment on forevermore would never be the same.
She would not survive long enough to see what her pain would
create. It was her loss, to never know or see and only have the thoughts and
feelings of the pain, and none of the involuntary love that should occur. She
would die, but not before he was through. All she had to do was stay alive long
enough for him to complete his task. He could have worked faster, but again, he
simply did not care for her or the punishment he was putting her through.
Her rib snapped. It wasn’t as difficult as he thought it would be.
He wasn’t sure if that was good or bad. In a way he had wanted it to be a challenge,
a chance to prove his mettle and dedication. There was an old saying that
nothing worth doing came easy, so it worried him to a small degree that the
taking of the rib had been that simple. But he consoled himself with the
thought that the planning and capturing involved had been time consuming and far
from easy. The process as a whole had been difficult and it was far from over.
She was but the first and this was but the first rib. Many more ribs were to
follow. There was an entire future of the world for him to populate after all.
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