Bob was laying on the mattress all alone. His face still had the splattered blood while his eyes were blank, staring up at the ceiling. His breathing was slow and calm, the most relaxed breathing he had felt in his entire life.
He continued to lay and stare, his arms resting next to him.
He slowly lifted his head up off the mattress. His back was perfectly straight as he walked to the kitchen, turning on the sink to run hot water. He grabbed a small blue towel and held it under until it was soaking wet. Bob turned the faucet off and ringed the rag out before forcing the warm rag against his face, rubbing it aggressively against his rough skin. Bob kept rubbing and rubbing harder and harder until it started to burn his skin. His eyes began to water from the pain, but he kept rubbing rougher.
He heard the door open and jumped, pulling the red rag away from his face and throwing it under the sink, shutting the cabinet door afterwards. All of a sudden his straight back had a slight arch and his calm demeanor disappeared into his normal, slightly nervous attitude.
“Hey Sweetie, what are you doing?” His Mother asked, confused why he was standing next to the sink while it was running.
“Oh just getting some water to drink.” He replied quickly, his voice subtly cracking from nerves.
She looked at him with a skeptical look, crossing her arms.
“Where’s your cup?” She asked.
Bob turned and looked around.
“Oops.”
He faked a laugh as he quickly moved over to grab a glass cup, putting it under to fill all the way. He turned the sink off and spilled some as he moved it quickly to his lips, drinking half of it right then and there.
His Mother simply laughed as she went to hang up her jacket.
“How was work Mom?” He asked as he felt his face, making sure the blood was gone. His skin felt rough at his fingertips, but he tried to find something to make it smoother. His Mom interrupted his thought when she hugged him tightly, softly rubbing his stiff and rough black hair.
“How has school been going today?” She asked him with a warm smile.
“Good.”
“What’d you learn about today?” She asked as she opened the fridge.
Bob stopped and froze for a few seconds. He tried to think of something to say. Before he could respond, there was a knock at the door.
“I’ll get it.”
Bob quickly ran past his Mom and opened the door, despite his Mom trying to reach out and stop him.
Mrs. Walters smiled and looked forward, her blind eyes staring above his head.
“Hello there Bob. How are you doing?” She asked softly.
“I’m good Mrs. Walters. What can we help you with?” Bob had a wide smile, despite the fact she couldn’t see it.
“Mrs. Walters, what are you doing here?” Bob’s Mother asked.
“Oh I just wanted to stop by…”
She pulled a small bag off the ground behind it. It was full of fresh tomatoes and cabbage.
“I was also wondering if I could have some salad.” She smiled as Bob’s Mother laughed softly.
Mrs. Walters walked inside as Bob led her to the couch. His Mother began to slice up everything and grabbed a large bowl to mix it together.
“Would you like anything else?” She asked.
Mrs. Walters smiled.
“I trust you dear, make it however you would like.” She replied.
Bob began to smile wide.
“Bob can you come help me please.” His Mother asked from the kitchen.
“Sure thing Mom.”
Bob stood up, but stepped onto one of his textbooks. As he shifted his weight, the book slid across the ground and made him start to fall forward, but he felt his body stop as he leaned far above the ground. He looked over his shoulder to see Mrs. Walters sitting on the couch. She seemed to be mumbling words to herself when Bob was slowly moved back and stood up straight on the ground. He was frozen in shock and stared at Mrs. Walters until her lips stopped their movement.
“Sweetie, come on.” His Mother said again.
Bob shook his head quickly to snap back and focus. He ran to the kitchen and looked up at his Mom.
“What can I do?” Bob asked.
“Can you grab the chicken and eggs from the fridge?” She asked.
Bob nodded his head and opened it, staring into the empty fridge.
“Um Mom, we don’t…”
Bob spun around and was in a black void. There was darkness everywhere except for the light coming from the open fridge. His body was made a silhouette by the artificial blue light, but it barely stretched further than Bob. The light became consumed by the shadows and kept everything clouded by darkness.
“Mom?”
Bob spoke, his words echoing repeatedly as they stretched forever. Bob took a step forward, his foot hitting the ground creating another loud click that filled the air, echoing and dissipating. He took another step, which continued on and on.
Bob continued to walk forward, the light from the refrigerator becoming fainter and fainter until it looked like a star thousands of miles away, a single small dot of light. Every step stacked on top of each other into a cacophony of noise.
Bob didn’t stop marching forward. The footsteps stacked up until it sounded like an army of millions of people marching forward slightly out of unison, but mostly together. Bob kept walking, the sound getting louder and louder until he could hear faint screaming.
As Bob continued to walk forward, the screaming grew louder. More voices added as Bob reached up to cover his ears.
He turned to look in the direction he had come from. The single dot of blue light was replaced with a flame. The flame was growing rapidly as it drew closer and closer. A wave of heat as Bob began to run.
The screaming grew louder.
The heat drew closer.
The rapid footsteps filled the void as Bob kept covering his ears.
Louder screams, but they began to die out one voice at a time.
The fire was rushing in every direction, turning the dark void into a hellscape of fire.
Bob fell over and quickly turned around.
Within the fire were silhouettes of destroyed buildings that were barely standing.
Bob got to his feet facing towards the flames.
He wanted to run, but his body was no longer under his control.
The wall of flames washed over him, feeling like nothing but air hitting his body.
Bob’s eyes shut, but when they opened he was somewhere new.
He stood in the middle of a destroyed world. The buildings missing chunks if they were still standing, but many ore were nothing but piles of rubble. He looked forward to see corpses everywhere, the ground stained with blood. Massive fires stretched into the sky, towering over the still standing buildings. The sky was a hellish orange and black shade, the sun or moon nowhere to be seen.
“Sir! Are you okay?”
Omen turned to look to his side. There was a person dressed head to toe in black military armor. A black suit covering every inch of skin they had, with orange face masks they could see through. Omen could barely make out the person’s eyes through the reflective material.
“I seem to have lost my train of thought for a second…where am I?” Bob asked.
The soldier quickly stood up straight, lowering a large gun as they saluted.50Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡonqFAa0TUa
“Omen sir. We discovered an Anomaly stronghold. We came here to wipe them out, but they gave a strong fight.” The soldier said loudly.
Omen turned to see more people wearing the all black uniforms, some clearly injured while there was a trail of dead bodies behind them.
“Alright…” Bob looked down at the scorched ground. He looked at his hands covered in black gloves.
There was the sound of something moving around.
Out of pure instinct, no thinking or processing, Omen grabbed a large black revolver from his hip and fired a round that flew through the air.
The gun was completely silent, but the bullet flew.
A loud scream filled the air as Omen stared forward.
Bob was no longer in control.
He could only watch as his body marched forward.50Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUTPvqJHV0i
A young girl was laying on the ground, clutching her gut with blood pouring out.
“No…please…” She pleaded and begged.
Omen’s head tilted to the side, but Bob had enough control to keep the gun to the side.
The soldier next to Omen quickly leaned down and pulled out a small device that resembled a large metal syringe, stabbing her arm violently. Blood was drawn and filled the tube as the soldier stepped back.
Bob was trying hard to take over, to escape what he was seeing.
“I have said it before and I shall say it again for you…”
Omen’s voice spoke, Bob unable to control his body.
The gun slowly lifted until the barrel was aligned with the spot between the girl’s eyes.
“No…please Omen…I am just a kid.” The girl cried out, still clutching her gut which was bleeding heavily onto the ground, creating an ocean underneath them to lay in.
“A kid? You are an abomination!” Omen suddenly shouted, his emotion more dramatic than anything before.50Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk8b31it7sm
Omen’s face twisted into a wide smile as he laughed, tears streaming down his face before the mouth dropped into a stoic frown. His eyes went from squinting to wide open, almost apologetic, before back to serious stociness.
The girl was trying to crawl away from the insane man, but he suddenly fired another bullet into her leg. She screamed in pure pain and agony as she clutched her heavily bleeding leg.
“All Anomalies…”
Omen tried to fire the gun again, but there was a clicking sound.
“Excuse me.”
Omen pulled the gun back and opened the six bullet chamber, reaching into his pocket.
“Where are those bullets?” He asked himself.
The girl was still crying out loudly as the soldier next to Omen raised their gun, but Omen suddenly reached out, ripping the gun from their hands with ease before crushing it with a single clenching of their fist.
The soldier was visibly shaking as Omen kept feeling inside his pocket.
“Ah, there it is.”
He quickly pulled out the bullet, put it in the right chamber, popped the chamber back in, and fired the round into the girl’s skull all while his eyes were locked on the soldier.
The screaming stopped as the world was once again plunged into silence with the only ambient noise being massive fires burning in the distance.
The soldier was still shaking despite them trying to stand up straight and firm.
“I’m sor…”
“Shhhhhh.”
The soldier tried to apologize, but Omen put his finger up to the mask, making the soldier suddenly stop and hold their breath.
“It’s fine. No need to apologize.” Omen’s face was back to stoic and serious, but then the smile came back, showing slightly yellow teeth.
“I know you were only trying to help. And I respect that…” Omen softly slapped the helmet.
“Now, we continue on. And if you ever decide to help me again, the next bullet will be for you. Understood?” Omen asked.
The soldier stood firm and stared deep into Omen’s eyes.
“Yes sir!” The soldier shouted.
Omen smirked and stood up, twisting their back until it loudly popped.
“Alright…and you…” Omen suddenly said.
The soldiers looked confused at each other despite them continuing to stand straight and at attention.
Omen walked over to a pile of rubble, pulling out a piece of glass to stare at his own reflection.
“I don’t appreciate you coming here unannounced.”
Bob could feel his heart stop. The glass was turned until Omen found a sharp edge.
“Don’t worry…this’ll hurt both of us.”
Omen took the sharp edge and suddenly drove it violently into his eye.
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