[ WP ] Becoming a god .

It was n't an easy transformation. My first step was all flashing lights and loud noise. When it was over I could n't eat for a week without throwing up. My hands trembled. Horrible thoughts kept invading my mind. 
 After awhile it became what it truly was, a job. Maybe not a `` conventional'' job others may have had. I was robotic, going through the motions. Until, until she... Without her I might never have known what I was. She was the only one left. The rest of the village was rubble. No one left. No one but her. I could have been merciful. I wanted to be merciful. Yet the raw power I had in my bare hands was what kept me above her and the other vermin. As I held her throat and squeezed, I could feel my gloves tighten, her pulse quickened through the worn leather and slowly came to a stop. As I released my grip and shouldered my rifle I knew my destiny. I had become what only mere mortals dreamed of.
