Familiarization

Jordan came from a small family and the most memorable thing he can remember is his mother who committed suicide when he was 10 years old, she cut her wrists, she tried to take Jordan with her but made one fatal mistake, after taking meds for easing the upcoming pain she couldn´t think straight and cut first her wrists before cutting Jordan´s and that made the cut on Jordan´s hands a bit shallow.

Jordan survived but sometimes he wished he didn´t. Seeing his mother kill herself changed him, from that day forward he never stopped smiling but it wasn´t a happy smile, doctors said that it was a psychological condition and will possibly last forever.

But after Jordan´s mother, Lucy died things started to get worse at home.

Lucy was diagnosed with mental illness, so no one pried deeper into her death. But they should have, Jordan´s father Karl was impulsive and quick to get angry for any reason, together with his drinking it was an ideal combination for an abusive father.

Life was hell for Jordan, but he never gave up, at school he did his best to study and to get a scholarship, to set up a better future for himself.

Even though his lips were always at least slightly curved up, Jordan´s eyes were cold and distant. His trauma, sometimes weird smile, and cold look made him an outcast.

Jordan never had a friend that he could depend on but neither did he had enemies, he got broad shoulders and was quite tall for his age which scared most of the potential troublemakers.

Jordan never wanted to go home so when he was old enough, he found himself a part-time job in a small shop. The strict old Asian lady was more like a family than his father and he did his best to save money because at home the only thing inside the fridge was beer.

Even though Jordan did his best things never worked out, his father had a friend in social services, he would never forget the beating he got after he tried to report the abuse he was getting at home. Still, Jordan never gave up, he despised his mother for choosing the easy way and hated his father for everything he did to him.

Life kept on going and Jordan kept on growing, when he was 17 years old Jordan was already almost 2 meters (6 ft 6,7 in) tall, it was the day before his eighteen birthday, finally, Jordan stood up to his father and beat him up. The irony hit hard when cops arrested Jordan, but he did not care, for the first time since his mother´s death his smile was genuine.

3 years later Jordan got his engineering degree, it was a long time ago since he moved to a different town and now, he was living alone in a small one-room flat.

Jordan was lying on his bed but for some reason, he felt incredibly empty. He finally completed his goal, but still couldn't find any motivation in him to do anything. When he lived with his dad, he was like a cockroach always down but striving for the sky. But now? The best thing he could get with his criminal record was a low paid job in a small factory. Every day the same thing, working, eating, sleeping.

Another year went quickly by and Jordan only kept going to the gym to work out and vent out his stress with boxing, he was quite good but still bit off from a professional boxer.

About that time he finally realized that the world is the most unfair place, there is always someone who suffers for others happiness, Jordan suffered from his father abuse so he can vent out, people work at a dead-end job for minimum wage so few privileged on top can get all the cream of their hard work, factories are relocated to 3rd world countries for bigger profit while killing the future of countries which the factory originally came from. All of this and much more, these things molded Jordan and made him cold and spiteful, most of all, Jordan was angry at himself he could see all the things and how wrong they were, and yet he can´t do shit about them.

But everything changed on 14. 6. 2020 when the old world died and the new one was born.

Jordan could feel that there was another heart-pumping somewhere behind his solar plexus. He didn't know how he was so certain that it was another heart, but Jordan could just feel that he was right, like he could almost see inside of him.

Jordan began to analyze himself and when he focused on a part of his body he could feel the insides, so Jordan started with his second heart, some conductors went from his second heart to every corner of his body, then came the horn and it looks like his brain got enlarged while also partially growing in the spinal cord, stomach and other internal organs got bit smaller to make space for the second heart and on his hands, nails turned almost to steel, when he focused on his nail he could make them grew out or pull in just like cat´s claws, but otherwise everything looked "normal" well.. all his senses got a huge boost, and it looked like his strength didn't stay behind, his muscles were well defined even before and now they looked like they were made of steel, still, they weren't some big bulges rather well defined.

When Jordan tried to touch his body it felt almost foreign, he would need to test his power to adjust to the changes. Jordan grabbed the metal shower head from his shower and tried to press it as hard as he could, the metal started to bend then cracked, and while the showerhead cracked it slightly pierced his skin.

Once again Jordan started to panic, he once again felt his second heart pumping and pushing some kind of substance to every corner of his body, now that it happened for the second time Jordan began to focus on what is happening inside his body, as the substance moved he could see in his head his muscles, organs, and bones, it looked like the substance allowed him to better analyze himself and projected what it touched inside Jordan´s brain.

Jordan focused for a while on the flow of the substance and he felt like he could to some extend even control it, but he decided to leave it for another time. After Jordan returned to his senses, he looked at his hand and he could see almost black, a tiny drop of blood from the cut on his hand, also the cut itself was already closed. "huh, fuck me sideways, what am I supposed to do now?"

After Jordan accepted that his blood is no longer red and that he can no longer get blood transfusion he moved on. Jordan finally noticed his clothes, because of the terrible pain he felt before, Jordan stayed at home for 3 days straight, so he smelled bad even before what looked like an explosion of flesh and blood.

Jordan started to strip his cloth and washed in the shower, water stopped on the third day after the veins appeared but he filled few buckets with water before that, the water from the buckets was no longer drinkable but was still perfectly fine to wash down all the blood from his body.

After Jordan washed with the buckets of cold water and then went to put some new cloth on himself and then went to the kitchen to check what he has left for food. Although Jordan felt like he won´t have to eat ever again, still Jordan decided to check his supplies just to be safe.

Few bottles of water, some pasta and old bread, quite sad. Jordan sat down on a chair in the kitchen and began to think about his future, even though everything looked helpless Jordan didn't give up, he was already used to being in shitty situations.

Rather than being stressed Jordan felt a tingle of excitement, everything changed, and nothing was like before, he couldn't wait to see the changes that brought the mana to the world.

Some may find his thinking disturbing and sick, but Jordan never was like others, he strived the most when his situation was the worst, also Jordan was quite happy to see everyone tasting the misery for the first time, Jordan knew that his thoughts were wrong but it was a long time since he gave up on the world, Jordan accepted himself as a selfish and hateful man who would rather watch the world burn than trying to save it.