The birth of a Black Rose

A great white circled above them, while a loud call aiming at nothing specific was made from a whale across the sea. They sat across each other at a long marble table, meant only for the two. They were underneath outstanding glass he had built to hold back the ocean’s weight from caving in on her. Which ocean - Rosse couldn’t say for sure - but for a decade and some change, she had been held captive in this farfetched sunken facility, with no means for escape.


For all those years, she was forced to either use up that time accordingly, or surrender to the rotting depression the lurked about every dark corner of this Atlantis made for one - but death wasn’t really her forté. Revenge was stronger in her than the pressure on that glass, or the immense strength his skin was able to withstand. He would’ve been fine keeping her as a fuckable pet, that would simply lounge about, idly waiting for his return. She instead convinced him to let her use that time and work tirelessly on the projects he would task her with, and also on ones she would fashion in secret.

Although as a child science wasn’t the field she had dreamed of growing into, a super powered alien (who looked close enough to that of a human), also hadn’t been her first choice when it came lovers. She was however, stuck learning to deal with both in order to maintain her sanity and continuity.

She sat with a backpack by her side that she had hid under the table, and was in clothes that would best maintain her heat. Nothing had been said as they sat, while he blankly stared at her. And despite the queazy feeling she had, she would eat her food just to appear as normal as possible.

“You stink.” He called out to her from the silence.

She hadn’t expected those exact words, but something along those lines.

“New perfume,” she said, as she took a bite out of the steak he had brought from land above.

“I haven’t gotten you any perfume!” His voice grew in an irrational anger as he slammed his food onto the table. The man was as animal, and barely even cut it other than by physical trade that he walked, talked, and looked as a man. But everywhere he went, he went without clothes, and never used any man-made tools - with utensils or plate in this case.

“Something I designed myself. To smell pretty, for you.” Her lies could be smelled as obvious ones they were to anyone outside the relationship, but to him, the science and manufacturing of what she did in her labs was beyond his knowledge. So he just grumbled along to her response, and continued eating. Just as she had expected of him.

The difference on what categorized man and animal was indeed blurred when it came to him - where she had once believed one would act on instinct, and the other would act on choice. But since his arrival, his choices to enslave the world through his ‘super pheromones’ almost came as naturally, as did his need to have a woman in his life who could mother him. “God”, was the suitable name he ended up giving himself to be addressed as, so animal or man had ceased to be options. If he was a god, he made himself out to be one twisted sick god.

His super everything from: speed, strength, durability, and pheromones, were all used in conjunction to make him the absolute ruler of this planet. Somehow, it was hard to think back to a time when it hadn’t always been this way, because as a kid when he had arrived, he had tried to fit in by going to school and living as normal a life as he could manage. But with hardly any language skills, being homeless, and acting like a little brute, one could imagine how hard a time he had fitting in.

That’s when he met her, and the little kindness she showed him was so stark in a difference from the hate he received from the bullies, that once he hit puberty and his powers kicked in, he stole her away from the world, and enchanted everyone else with his teen b.o. It was so powerful that it literally spread over the world like wildfire, going from one person to the next. As though it was an infectious disease that didn’t kill, but would force people to behave how he wanted.

The pheromones didn't control a mind per say, but they did enough to have people bend any which way he would point his finger. So he freely dropped the act of playing a human, and took on his role as “God”, parading around the world naked - doing who knows what, to who knows who, as he would please. The one rule she convinced him of, was that he not use that or any other power on her, or she would refuse him. And although in the beginning when she’d try and fight back there were times for which she could not account for, these days, she would never find herself under his influence by always playing her cards right.

A world without choice had left a world without opportunity to be human. To fail or succeed at making mistakes and deciding if one would want to learn from them. Although he did have the people above work hard in maintaining the world, in even cleaner and more productive ways than they ever did on their own accord, he would still never give up that control because it empowered him.

However, she had a plan that was coming to fruition, if only odds could stay in her favor. She had convinced him on the idea of having people above who could work just as hard as him with some of his powers. He hated it at first, but through years of convincing, she nailed him on the idea that it would only be the powers without his pheromones, and no one person would receive them all. Even if there was a way she could successfully replicate his powers for a human, no one would be able to have all his genetically modified powers to outmatch him. But she designed an implant she showexased him, that could be removed at any time, and so he became convinced on the idea of having, “A Chosen Few.”

He knew enough at this point that even if she had developed his pheromones, it wouldn’t be able to be used on him. Plus, even if she were to reach the surface, his control over the inhabitants of Earth has been for far too long - that with him still alive, their brains would reject any foreign force. It was a lose-lose situation for years as she worked, but she came upon a discovery with the pheromones.

He had never paid any mind to animals beyond humans, as his shape and figure were so much to that of man, that fucking or hurting only made sense to him if it happened to one of them. And despite only have aquatic life around her to test on, she had developed a way to enhance her own pheromones to work in superior ways, similar to him.

In the middle of the table sat a dead rose he had gotten her a long time ago, during a time when he tried to still show some affection. However, she never watered it, so with only a twisted form of sunlight ripped up by the water above, and the immense radiation he gave off to both her and it whenever he was around, the rose had hardened in place and crisped black. Naturally produced due to its circumstances, in the most unnatural of ways.

The silence continued until he had enough of his food and was getting up to do what he came to do with her. She called out to the swimming shark and whale above, as they broke through the glass and aimed to take their respective targets.

A look of chaos broke over his face, as the near-indestructible shark she had implanted with his super genetics, tore through his body, like teeth to marshmallows. And before she was swooped into the mouth of the whale, she saw a glimpse of his flesh, bones, and blood, confirming that he had indeed been like those who have been dictators before him.

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“As we speak, a naturally developed Black Rose has yet to be discovered. But what better way to show up science, than by having an origin story for a once enslaved scientist, and a DNA spliced-up super-shark, fighting a super powered dictator. Emphasis on dick in the word. Meh.” The camera distorted her voice and a filter covered her so only a silhouette showed, but her tongue had stuck out in disgust from the past years of trauma she endured. Her gazed was fixed as she went over every scenario that could take place, but she adjusted back in her seat accordingly and regained herself, to finish her recording to the world before she went to her last dinner here.

“People of Earth, you have been awoken from a deep slumber. All that can be said now is, that animal is gone, and your choices are your own again with a regained humanity. He taught a lot, but those lessons were unyielding orders.” With no script and little social skills, she didn’t know how to address this any further, other than with, “Dear world, don’t screw it up though.”

She ended the recording, and was ready to be a superhero the world would need.

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