2010
An adult Omen was standing in a sparsely furnished bathroom. There sat a small shower with a glass door, a toilet with toilet paper sitting on the tank, and a single small counter with a sink. He was staring at himself in the mirror, black leather pants the only clothing he had on. Music was playing from the room over and reaching through the doorway. Immer ist Undank Loges Lohn from Der Ring des Nibelungen filled the air as Omen was softly singing along, knowing every word and whispering them as the singer was belting expertly.
Omen had a razor to his skin, having to push very forcefully for it to cut into his skin. He had no facial hair anywhere on his face, but he grinded it against his skin until blood trickled out, continuing to whisper sing the piece the entire time.
Omen watched the blood run down his skin and drip down into the sink, then watched as his cuts quickly healed afterwards. Every time he went over his skin, he had to push harder and harder for it to cut again.
Once he was finished, Omen stepped out of the bathroom. Hanging on a hook next to the doorway was a large black leather trench coat, a black leather shirt balled up and sitting on top of it. He put the shirt on before throwing the jacket over his body, leaving it open as he walked into the rest of the room.
A large bookcase filled with books including Brave New World, 1984, Fahrenheit 451, Animal Farm, and The Handmaid’s Tale among many other books with similar themes on one shelf.
Above them sat books such as Mein Kampf, The Bell Curve, The Gulag Archipelago, and Chariots of The Gods.
Omen walked past a large wooden desk which sat multiple large and older computers which sat dormant. Omen continued on past a large walls of television monitors, every one set to a different news channel from around the world. None of the television had sound on, but the wall created a massive and blinding light that filled the room, illuminating everything.
In the far corner sat a single bed covered in black sheets. The only other furniture was a small wooden chair that sat close to the wall of televisions and a small wooden table that housed a vinyl record player. Underneath it was a small wooden crate that held very few records. As Omen walked over, the next piece of Der Rings began to play, but Omen turned it off and removed the record, sliding it into the sleeve and placing it in the crate. He walked to the wooden chair, slowly sitting down and staring at the wall of information as hundreds of news reports were running simultaneously.
Omen heard a knock at his door and stood up. As he walked, all the televisions suddenly turned off and lights attached to the ceiling suddenly turned on. He opened it to see a young man with light brown skin standing with a straight back. He had long black hair pulled into a braided ponytail. He wore a matching jacket to Omen along with lots of Native American jewelry including necklaces and bracelets.
“Pala, it is nice to see you today.”
Omen’s voice was soft and respectful.
“Good morning Omen sir. My tribe brings gifts.”
Pala held up a small woven basket full of pastries. Omen smiled and reached in, pulling one out before taking a bite.
“Delicious Pala. What is it?” Omen asked.
“It is called a grape dumpling sir. They are usually eaten hot, but I was unable to keep them warm during my journey.” Pala said.
“Do not worry, it is lovely and delicious.”
Omen stepped out of his room, the ceiling lights turning off automatically. The two began to walk down a long hallway as Omen continued to eat the pastry.
“What do you have planned for today sir?” Pala asked.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYyCMwWxTdO
Omen kept walking alongside Pala, seeming to be warm and peaceful.
“How has your tribe been doing?” Omen asked.
“We have been good. But farming has slowed down.” Pala said.
“I will make sure to give you and your people whatever you need.” Omen said with a kind smile.
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“Don’t do that.”
Omen finished his pastry as he walked through another set of doors to a large warehouse sized open area.
It was mostly empty with only a few desks with computers with men and women sitting, typing away and checking things on the internet.
All of them quickly stood up while one woman with a smartphone opened an audio recording app.
“Good morning Mr. Omen.” They all said.
Omen waved his hand and all of the people quickly went back to work on their computers.
“Mr. Omen, do you have anything you would like to say today?” The woman holding her phone asked.
Omen turned to his side with a smile.
“Nothing yet, but I will let you know.” He kept smiling.
The woman turned her recording off and began to type notes into her phone. Pala and Omen walked together further into the warehouse space.
“We need more people.” Omen said.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcIHncdFPkg
Pala subtly nodded in agreement.
“I know, but people have been hard to find willing to…”
Omen suddenly turned around, his coat flowing and whipping upwards before coming down, dust flying from the force.
“Willing to what?” Omen asked.
His happy and warm exterior was gone. He was stoic and straight to the point.
“Um…willing to…” Pala was sweating and struggling to come up with what to say.
“Willing to…” Omen continued.
“I think he means willing to commit violence.” The woman with her phone walked over to interject.
Omen slowly turned his head to stare at her.
“And why not?” Omen asked.
“Because most people struggle to understand the issue. You are telling them about an evil force that has been here since the beginning of human history, yet no record of them exists.” She replied.
Omen smiled and began to laugh.
“Yeah, that would be hard to believe.” He said as he kept laughing.
“So we need to figure out a way to get people to believe us.” She said.
He kept laughing.
“What is your job title again?” He asked.
Her demeanor changed, but she tried to hide the fear.
“I am here to write your autobiography once you achieve your goal.” she said.
Omen suddenly held up his finger.
“Goal?” He asked.
His voice was very subtly growing more unhinged.
“Sorry sir. Your destiny.”
Omen clapped his hands together and laughed loudly.
“My destiny! That’s right!” Omen was spinning and laughing.
“My destiny is to erase those evil monsters for good! If any of them are still alive, we must find them and wipe them out before they can do harm.” Omen said.
The people sitting at the desks were staring at the monitors, not wanting to turn for fear of being discovered.
“Now, remind me of what you just said.” Omen leaned in close to the woman, who stood frozen.
“People don’t want to commit violence.” She said.
Omen suddenly walked away a few steps and rubbed his head while sighing.
“Violence…violence…” Omen muttered to himself.
“Violence is necessary! Violence is what will save them! If they can not understand that then they shall lay in the streets with their loved ones as nothing but husks!” Omen suddenly began to shout, his eyes beginning to glow.
The woman stood silently and looked down at the floor.
“Sir…” She started.
“What?” Omen asked loudly and aggressively.
“We can’t force people to…”
Before she could finish, Omen quickly pulled a large black revolver from the inside of his trench coat and fired. The gun made no sound, but she flew back from the force. The bullet hit the center of her chest as she laid on the ground. Pala stared in shock, but as Omen walked forward, he stood up straight and looked away. Omen held the gun down pointed to her head, but then looked at Pala.
“Pala.” He said.
Pala jumped and kept looking away.
“Yes Om…”
“Look at me when I’m talking to you.” Omen interrupted.
Pala looked over and locked eyes with Omen.
Omen was holding his revolver out, the handle closest to Pala.
“You are loyal to me right?” Omen asked.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVNSXqP13IR
Pala swallowed hard and slowly placed the basket of pastries down. He reached out and gripped the revolver hard.
Omen let go as Pala nearly dropped the gun, but gripped it as tight as he could.
Omen stepped back and motioned for Pala to move closer.
Pala stepped forward and looked down at the woman.
“Who are we?” Omen asked.
Pala had tears beginning to move down his cheeks as he locked eyes with the girl.
Omen sighed.
“Who are we?” Omen shouted.
The people sitting at their desks all quickly jumped up and turned around, putting their arms to their sides.
“We are the future!” They all shouted.
Pala looked up to look at them as he felt his finger touch the trigger.
“Who are we?” Omen shouted again.
“We are the future!” The people shouted again.
“Who are we?” Omen shouted once more.
“We are the future!” Pala shouted along with the other people.
Pala squeezed the trigger as hard as he could, but there was still no sound.
Pala gasped for air and looked down at the girl, who laid the same as she was.
Omen’s hand stiffly gripped his shoulder. Omen looked down at the girl and reached out to take the gun.
Pala was shaking as he handed the gun back. Omen lowered it and stared at the girl, then looked at Pala.
“I’m proud of you Pala.”
Omen’s hand gripped Pala’s chin and made him look into his eyes.
“I feel like a proud father.” Omen leaned in and kissed Pala’s forehead.
Pala was still crying, but was able to put a smile on his face.
Omen softly tapped his face and smiled.
“Go home. I’ll visit when I need you again.” Omen said.
Pala nodded and turned to grab his basket, but as he turned he heard Omen’s revolver open and be loaded with more ammunition.
He turned back just as Omen put the chamber back and fired a round into the woman. There was no sound, but Pala felt his insides drop.
Omen just put his gun back inside of his trench coat and walked on without any sadness or remorse.
“Clean her up.” Omen said.
Two of the people at desks quickly jogged over and grabbed the women, lifting her up by her arms and legs before shuffling her to a door on the other side of the space.
Pala was still standing in the empty space, wiping his eyes and choking on the air he was trying to breathe.
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