Omen was sitting in his chair, staring at the wall of television monitors while his hand was pointing up, fiddling with a bullet in between his fingers.
He heard the door open.
“Omen sir…we have tracked down the Anomaly.” One of Omen’s followers said.
Omen smirked and slowly stood up.
“Good.” Omen responded.
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Omen was sitting in the back seat of a black SUV with very dark windows. He had his eyes closed and his head tilted back against the headrest as the car was filled with the sounds of Der Ring Des Nibelungen. His lips began to mouth along to the lyrics.
“What is your obsession with this music?”
The man in the passenger seat asked.
The woman driving the vehichle looked in the rearview mirror at Omen.
In the very back row sat two more followers of Omen.
All of them were dressed in black button up shirts, black pants, black belts, and black shoes. They all had obviously dyed black hair slicked back.
“The obsession…” Omen started before softly chuckling.
“The piece of music we are listening to is the greatest piece of art that has ever been created. It tells the story of a magic ring that corrupts not only everyone who wields it, but the people around it as well. The idea of obtaining absolute power leads to jealousy and death, even amongst Gods and other beings.” Omen said as he kept his eyes closed.
“And…that…I’m lost.” The man said again.
Omen’s eyes opened, making him scoot a few inches away in his seat.
“The idea of power…not even having it, but the idea of having it can corrupt anyone and anything…” Omen lowered his head and slowly leaned forward in his seat. His follower scooted further away with a hint of fear in his eyes.
“And I promise you…that we will have power…I have seen it multiple times…” Omen said.
“Yeah, in his dreams.” One of the followers in the back row whispered to the other.
Omen suddenly turned his head to look at both of them, making them freeze.
“In my dreams?” Omen asked.
The two were still frozen and stared back.
Omen suddenly shrugged and became completely relaxed.
“Maybe. I still don’t know. I see…I see and hear so many things. I can’t stop it. The sounds of…trillions…of people speaking and singing…trillions of sounds…my ears are overwhelmed with static. My mind is nothing but chaotic noise…so maybe I am…”
Omen suddenly stopped and seemed to stare into space, his lips smirking before frowning before going straight rapidly.
“We’re here sir.” The driver said as she stopped the car.
Omen cleared his throat and fixed his trench coat.
“Good.” Omen responded dryly.
Omen opened the door and stepped out onto the empty street. He froze as he looked around.
He was surrounded by destroyed, barren, concrete buildings. The streets and sidewalks were poorly maintained and covered in cracks. Omen turned to keep looking around. More buildings stretching out for miles and miles.
He saw something in the distance that was changing colors. His followers shared looks amongst each other before Omen suddenly began to run towards it.
“Sir!” The woman shouted.
They all reached back into the car to pull out their own handguns before chasing after Omen.
Omen ran as quickly as he could through the barren and ruined street. The cold concrete with massive buildings sitting in decay acting as a thick forest that blocked everything else. The buildings were hiding the world from this space.
There seemed to be next to no sign of life.
The streets were covered with potholes, pieces of rubble, and large cracks. There wasn’t any garbage or trash on the ground as Omen kept running.
“It can’t be…it can’t…”
Omen made it in front of a building that looked familiar. He looked out to see what he was fearing.
It was a large neon sign. Advertisements flashing across. The same ones he had recognized before. They didn’t even change.
He slowly turned to look at the building he was next to. He recognized the doors. He turned to see the other side, another neon sign sitting far away on another building.
Omen looked up the building to see the roof completely gone, multiple floors gone and leaving rooms exposed with covering.
“Sir!” One of the followers shouted as they were still a far distance away.
Omen turned to look at the small and tight alleyway of the building as well as the one directly next to it. He made his way over and forced his body in. He was being crushed, but he kept pushing himself forward as he gritted his teeth. He kept pushing and pushing before he popped out and fell to the ground hard.
Omen was breathing heavily as he slowly looked to the side.
There sat a small box that had a panel welded shut. Omen slowly got to his feet, making his way over.
“It…it’s not possible…no…no…” Omen grabbed the box and pulled, but it was stuck. He began to punch the panel over and over. His hand shattered into smaller and smaller pieces as the metal bent just enough for him to grab and pull off violently.
He stared at the box full of old and broken wires. His eyes began to softly glow as he smiled. A single tear ran down his cheek as he kept smiling.
“You know…you’re lucky I remember this happening…”
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Omen finished fixing the wires before wiping his eyes. He made his way back through the tight alleyway to see his followers. They were all on edge, looking around constantly for any danger.
“Are you okay sir?” The woman asked.
“I am more than okay Joshlynn.” His hand softly rubbed her cheek as he smiled.
She looked confused but proud as she put her gun in her pants pocket.
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“I am going inside this building…go scout out the other ones.” Omen said before he headed inside.
His followers shared looks amongst each other before shrugging, each going in different directions.
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Omen looked around as he very slowly made his way up the stairs. He knew them so well, but he also knew it couldn’t be real…right?
Omen slowly moved up the old, dirty, beat up stairs made of old and dry concrete. Omen continued to move his way up step by step, looking around at the familiar walls. He made it to the top and looked forward, seeing the expansive area with doors lined up along each wall. Omen made his way over to one in particular.
There was a very old, torn and tattered piece of paper with a rusty nail driven into the wooden door.
“4A.” Omen whispered to himself.
He pushed the door, which immediately fell forward and hit the ground hard, sending a cloud of dust into the air.
“What the fuck?” Omen looked forward as he saw a group of four dirty teenagers dressed in messy and loose sweatshirts. They all had a variety of drugs all over the place. Burnt weed, smoke, and degeneracy filled the air as Omen kept staring. He could feel his heart sink and his fists clench.
“What…are you…doing…in my home?” Omen spoke with gritted teeth and an incredible angry tone.
“Your home?” One of them asked, clearly high as they swayed back and forth.
Omen’s eyes began to glow as he stared at them.
The destroyed and dirty apartment slowly faded into what he remembered. The home he lived in with his Mother. The old couch. The large curtains. The messy kitchen.
“Dude…this guy…” The teen said, still high and laughing.
Omen stepped forward and punched through their chest, his arm sticking out of their back covered in blood. The teen coughed before Omen pulled his arm out, the teen dropping dead to the ground. The others all jumped up. Omen could see their eyes.
The eyes began to glow softly and faintly.
“You wanna go?” One of them asked.
One of the teens kept staring at Omen as his eyes started to glow more intensely.
“Guys…he’s one.” They said.
All of their eyes slowly went back to normal as they kept staring at Omen.
“It doesn’t look like he cares.” Another responded.
Omen looked down at the teen laying on the ground. Their body suddenly began to snap back as the two large holes in their torso closed quickly. They gasped for air and got back to their feet.
“Holy shit…that one…was bad…” They walked over and smoked a joint quickly.
Omen kept staring at the four teens, his eyes still glowing with his arm soaking in blood.
“I don’t think he knows.” One of the teens said to the others.
Omen kept staring.
“Um hello?” One asked.
Omen stepped forward, closely observing the walls.
“This is kind of freaking me out…” One whispered.
Omen kept looking and rubbed his fingers against the wall.
Omen’s eyes began to glow softly.
“What gift do you think he has?” One whispered again.
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“Gift?” He asked, his voice bitter.
The teens huddled together.
“You call these…gifts?” Omen asked.
The teens all swallowed hard in unison.
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“Where do you think he is?”
All of Omen’s followers were standing outside in the street. The person from the security footage was down on the ground, hands tied behind their back with rope and handcuffs. Their face was bruised and cut but slowly healing.
“Please…let me go…” He cried out.
One of the followers hit him in the back of his head with their fist, but then immediately clutched their hand and bit their lip down.
“I didn’t…want to hurt them…” He cried again.
Omen emerged from the front door way as his followers all stood at attention. He was covered in blood as he looked around, his face full of anger. He stepped forward, holding one of the teenagers by the throat while their sweatshirt was hiding their head. The other three walked along, their hands on each other’s shoulders in a line as the followers watched on.41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz6MilsFbqx
“No…no you can’t do this!” The one on the ground screamed.
Omen forced the four he had to their knees in a line. He pulled out his revolver, staying silent as he loaded it with a single bullet.
The followers grabbed their own guns and did the same. Omen walked around the line as the four followers each went over, standing behind one of the teenagers until each had a follower behind them. The sweatshirts were torn off to reveal their faces.
“You don’t understand…” One pleaded.
Omen stood behind the one from the security footage who was facing the line of teens.
“This place…is the only…place that we can go…we only do…what we can…to survive…we aren’t violent…” He pleaded.
Omen cocked the gun loudly and pressed it into the back of his head.
Omen looked forward to his followers. Blood was still covering his entire body, even some still running down his face.
“Please. We only use our powers to survive. We can’t go anywhere else or else we’ll be killed.” One of the teens said.
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“This place…is the only safe place left…we can’t…” One teen started while crying.
Omen began to speak loud and boisterous to interrupt them.
“Who are we?” Omen shouted.
“We are the future!” His followers shouted back as all of the people were crying and hiding their faces.
“Who are we?” Omen shouted again.
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All five of them pulled their triggers at the same time, filling the air with a single loud boom. All five of the Anomalies fell forward onto the ground, blood pouring out onto the concrete street. Omen looked down as the five corpses, waiting and waiting for a few seconds.
The bodies all began to slowly heal. The wounds closing very slowly as Omen looked incredibly frustrated.
“AHHHHHH!” Omen filled his gun and fired every bullet into the body before refilling and firing them all again. The body kept slowly healing as he stomped and kicked the corpse over and over.
Omen’s followers looked at each other and worked together to gather the corpses into a single pile.
Omen was still stomping and kicking the slowly healing corpse.
“We need to figure out how to kill these fucking things.” Omen said with a frustrated tone.
The one he was kicking suddenly screamed loudly and clutched his head in extreme agony.
“Throw them all in the trunk…we’ll study them.” Omen said as he fired another bullet into the person’s head.
He quickly began to walk away, but stopped as his eyes began to glow.
He slowly turned to the building he was just in, and went back inside.
Omen’s followers sighed and gathered the bodies, carrying them to the SUV that was parked a considerable distance away.
Omen made his way back up the stairs, but turned to look at a different door. He reached up to knock, but then just pushed it open.
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Omen felt his throat tighten as his words got caught, wanting to speak as a tear rolled down his cheek.
“Hello?” The woman asked weakly.
She was obviously blind as she kept looking around.
Omen smiled and walked over slowly.
“Mrs. Walters…it’s me…” Omen said as he kneeled down right in front of her, removing his gloves before he took her hands in his own.
She looked confused as she kept staring around all over.
“I’m sorry honey…my sight isn’t what it used to be.” She said with a warm smile.
Omen went to speak, but felt the words stick in his throat again. It was painful for him to say what he needed to.
“It’s…Bob.”
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