Omega

Title- Omega

Mission- Two

Author note: Yep, another mission. How special.


Monty rested against the drop off of a mighty ledge. His skeletal face was exposed to the chilly mist curling amid the summit of the mountain. He was all stretched out, relaxed and uncaring of his surroundings, or so it would seem. There was a reason for being here.

A roar rumbled over the valley, dipping and spreading out into the distance. The booming feet of something large rattled the rocks. Two huge eyes opened up, gleaming like pure silver in the dusk. Scales grew from around them outwards, covering the bulk of muscle. It was a dragon of deep red, and even deeper hunger. Looming near the mountain, its nostrils flared with steam.

Monty pulled his mask on whilst leaning over the ledge. Empty sockets stared upon the dragon. They cupped the rising steam, warming the dry bone. He pulled a hand through his gray mohawk, allowing one boot to shift forward and let fall a rock from the edge. It thunked against the dragon’s snout, bringing boiling silver orbs to the ledge.

Omega settled his hat atop his skull, drawing his black katana and another weapon from his hidden arsenal. It was a glimmering chrome revolver, eight rounds total, cold to the touch, and ready. He tapped the barrel against the blade making the blackened steel sing. Echos flooded the valley below, agitating the hungry beast. Its lips curled up its gums, flashing fangs stained yellowish brown. He tilted his head and touched the two weapons back together. This time yanking the barrel along the back of the blade.

The dragon snarled to the sound, accepting the challenge with gruff growls. It reared up on hind legs, taking claws to the sky. Omega aimed, cocked, and fired the revolver as those claws came down. The ledge shattered to the blow, taking him with it. The fired bullet made a sharp whine as it struck a heavy eyelid and ricocheted. Cursing, he twisted his body in the rubble filled air, throwing out gloved fingers for the dragon’s hand. He latched onto it, taking a boulder to the back.

There was a stiff huff, but no loosening of grip as the dragon flung its hand wildly against the mountain. His bones were jarred on impact, stunning him enough to slacken his hold. At the angle of the strike, he was sent sliding down the monster’s forearm. He regained himself before reaching the elbow and managed to bring his decent to a halt. His head twisted up only to find himself face to lips with the dragon. Thinking fast, he swung himself off the arm, making sure his fall was right under it, and for good reason.

Fire spouted forth from the dragon’s jaws, pouring over its own arm to cascade in blinding orange fury towards the ground. Omega landed just beneath the mighty forelimb and beheld the splendor of falling fire to both his sides. Heat wavered over him, making his hat smoke. Pushing backwards, he “moonwalked” away from the flames till he came to the neath of the chest. His legs coiled at the knees, ready to spring him towards the belly scales.

The world was suddenly flying again. Oh yes, everything went spinning in that ole familiar fashion, except this time, the blow was savage enough to crack a rib. He gripped the spot in the air before slamming against the mountain right under the silver gaze. Everything was knocked clean out of him from the strike of the monster’s tail. Sliding to his butt, he could feel his rib shift downwards. Pain stabbed through every ounce of his chest, sprouting through every ‘nerve’ of his core.

Satisfied smoke billowed from the dragon’s nostrils. It beheld the crumbled Omega like a bully after a beating. The humanoid at its feet didn’t smell of edible flesh and blood...better to just obliterate it.

Omega’s body was grabbed and hoisted high. His head rolled forward weakly, spying the molten pools of silver staring at him. He remained still in the vice-grip, staring right back. The grip tightened, threatening to crush him right then, right there. His hold on his weapons sprung into life, bringing them back to memory.

The revolver swung horizontal and fired twice. At this range, the dragon had not been expecting a comeback. Silver spewed outwards with clear gel like fluids, all blasted in different directions, pulling a pit into the large eye. Its fingers sprang open with surprise, letting Omega drop. He hit the ground painfully, but started working his legs right away. Boots treaded grass, carrying him back beneath the chest. Right at the spot he had aimed for earlier, he coiled again and this time, sprang.

Blackened steel slammed sideways to get in-between the two large belly scales. It hit flesh and started to burn into it. The pain reached the dragon quickly, causing it to rear. But Omega had already gotten a hold. He released the revolver and put another hand on the scale. All around the world was a blur of speed, dipping vertical to shoot straight up into the sky. Wind ripped his hat clean off his head, and his mask right off his face. The dragon had taken to the air.

His fingers jammed to keep their strength to the tearing currents. Already the mountain was zooming by, soon exposing its peak through the battered mist. He grunted, pulled, and clung, furthering his burning blade into the bosom of the beast. It screeched sickeningly, twisting like a serpent through open sky. Using the leverage of the sunken blade, the skeleton man lifted himself with all his might.

The flesh was thick, greasy, and dark as gloved fingers tore through white fire to reach its charred surface. Weakened from the wicked flames, it split to the thrashing digits, giving way to let them grasp onto tougher tissue. Deeper and deeper, that blackened steel was thrusted through, burning out a big enough space for the skeleton’s head and shoulders to fit. His jaws brushed against the blistering meat and got a coat of red on their white surfaces. He pulled himself in, listening through the thunderous sounds of lungs, blood, and hollow bones echoing throughout the dragon’s body.

Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump....

There it was. He heard the blood gorging organ pumping laboredly. As the entire mass of red lurched, he rolled over onto his back, taking a second to find the beats again. His knee dug up into the roof of the wound, spreading it wider. Adjusting the tip of his katana, he jammed it into softer tissue, concentrating hard enough to throw the aggressive power of the fire upwards. Licking bodies of pearl tore through blood rich chest muscle. Once nothing touched either side of the steel the fire died with a sputter.

Th-th-thump, th-th-thump, th-th-thump, th-th-thump....

He gritted his teeth, forcing his pained chest to expand and allow his reach to go farther around his neck. Something was grabbed right between his shoulder blades. He yanked, throwing his skinless mouth wide to a shock of agony. It was worth it. Now hefting the sawed off barrel of a shotgun, he didn’t wait for the pain to subside. Too much time had already been wasted.

The dragon writhed through the twilight, maw spread open with constant pain. It clawed at its own chest, sparking the tips on the blood drenched scales. Like a falling river the deep, deep crimson fell over its stomach down to its tail, spread out in barbarous slashes from the grinding claws. Beating the air harder and harder, it kept rising.

Both wings suddenly locked. Its spine curved in jerky motion as two loud bangs reverberated over its ribs. Blood surged from the wound, turning its belly completely red. It died right then and there, in the sky, a near mile above the mountain.

Omega felt the sensation of falling. He couldn’t see through the torrents of raining blood through the wound he had created right to the heart of this now, massive corpse. Red spewed all over his clothes and skull, filling up his eye sockets and spilling over his entirety. His hand lifted through the falling wall of red, breaking through to grasp tendrils of burnt muscle. Sheathing his katana somehow through the crimson blindness, he took his other hand and proceeded to grab the opposite wall of the hole. If he could get deeper into the body, maybe it would cushion the oncoming impact.

Blood fell in the wake of shimmering red hide, still pouring out. The limp weight traveled faster and faster through barren air, finally breaching the mist. It smashed into the mountain, bouncing from the exploding rock. One last tumble and it connected with the ground. Organs gurgled, muscle seizured, and blood was thrown to the very bottom of the vessels. It had the light of being alive, in pain, struggling for life, but that had long left in a breath higher up than now.

It was dark, and it stunk, but there was light at the end of the tunnel. Crawling on hands and knees, Omega pulled his way through convulsing lengths of esophagus. He still couldn’t see, but the touch of the smooth tunnel couldn’t be mistaken for the spine like feel of the tongue. He pushed his way into the mouth, squishing the tongue as his back braced itself against dome like spines on the roof of the mouth. A good shove, then another, and the fangs parted, releasing light into the moistened hell. He gave the load from his back to his palms and hand-walked his way to the rows of teeth.

The maw popped shut as it was let go. Omega emerged around the bend of the throat, hobbling along. There was a horn protruding right in the middle of the carcass's neck. It was how everyone had ID'ed the previously infamous dragon. Now, it cracked as the skeleton man tugged against it. He snapped it off. It was all he needed to show the contractor to confirm this kill and get his money. All that trouble...just for the tiny horn.

Miserable layers of drying blood made movement hard. He kept having to waddle even when he removed his robe. The horn he wrapped up in the crimson soaked fabric, protecting it. He kept moving away from the corpse, dreading the long trek ahead.

Something black hit him in the head, startling the crap out of him. He looked around frantically, finding that it was only his lost hat.

Well, well....

****

Sarah checked the time, then the door, then the time, then the door, then the time, then the– Monty came hobbling in, dressed in a new outfit not much different from his previous wears.

“You’re a second off,” she growled.

He paused, just holding those black sockets on her till she could of sworn two minutes had pasted. Then, without a word, he turned on his heel and reopened the door.

“Hey! Where are you going?!”

“I’m calling in sick...”

****

END Mission TWO