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Category:
DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
798
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Omega
Title- Omega
Mission- One
Author Note- Hey all, I’m new, so forgive any mistakes or..um..or I’ll cry or somethin’. Anywho, little about this character that I’m introducing here. He’s the product of my RP(roleplaying) game that I play constantly on the internet. I’ve had him for a while now, but haven’t used him much. So, I give you a story dear Monty! Yay!
The skeleton man watched the sun set with empty sockets. So cold were the last dying rays that even his bare bones shuddered through his thick robes. Throughout the darkness stirred the everlasting cursed. Those whom rose to feed upon the flesh of the innocent to fill their stinking bellies. Oh how he resembled them. Tormented bones, barren of any vessel of blood or tissue.
He sat on his tombstone, watching the dead pull themselves from the ground. A sigh passed his jaws. It was time to become The Omega. The stalker in the night, the monster who consumes monsters. Lowest of the Low. In lead and fire and steel, he brought justice, and injustice.
The brim of his hat tilted as his gloved fingers worked to tie his mask over his skeletal features. He hated shrouding himself, but some things just had to be. Slipping from the tombstone, his boots made soft sounds against the soil. He started walking up the hill, ascending towards the castle in the moonlight. Dead fingers pulled at him questioningly. They knew he wasn't one of them, but there was no blood to smell, no flesh to touch, just metal, leather, and bone.
On high, the ramparts gave way to a visage of screams. Like the very essence of a Nightmare the things coiled over the stones towards the ground. Burning eyes like green fire opened and peered at the approaching form of Omega. It parted rows of fangs and sang to the nights hunger in a drawling screech that could make any man wince. But Omega kept coming, never faltering whilst the distance closed to a mere few yards.
“Creature I come to destroy your reign and cast you into the World of Forever.” Omega spoke, still not stopping as the yards became feet.
Shadows suddenly became tangible and wrapped themselves securely around his waist, finally getting him to stop. The writhing terror let those seething eyes narrow as its fanged mouth twisted with a grin.
“Oh how I’ve heard that so many times. Over and over, they come and they speak it and I listen and say, ‘oh how I’ve heard that so many times’. You are no different from Them and They are all slaves to my decay.”
Omega tilted his head, not too perturbed by the ever moving darkness which curled around him.
“Really? I can’t believe that you’ve ever met anyone like me before.”
The terror chuckled in a sickening tone and squeezed the bulk of Omega’s form. Somehow, the skeleton beneath seemed to have a thickness of body whenever clothes were set to cover it. Like rock hard muscle, the terror found it a task to effectively mash its prey. Slightly frustrated by this, it lifted Omega from the ground into the air. Holding him there, it sent two tendril like appendages to either side of his head.
“First, I’ll drain your head of grey matter, then you’ll easily succumb, like all the rest.” It was determined to prove to him that he was indeed just another victim.
As the tendrils snaked their way for his skull, Omega snatched them up. Holding onto their negative force, he used them as leverage to kick his boots into the mass of black that held him lofty. The terror jousted in surprise at the force applied to it. Black matter sprayed everywhere as Omega’s boots battered and beat it. Loosening, the terror released his waist and tried to yank its two tendrils from his grasp.
Once the pressure relieved on his middle, he let the tendrils pull themselves free. This sent him falling. He landed in a crouch, body bent forward to carry his weight into a roll. The terror bit air and tried to slam a spear like tendril down on his tumbling form. He effectively maneuvered from the strike zones, getting missed by centimeters and less. A hand went into his robes, pulling free a blackened katana. It was just a little something he’d “borrowed” from a early target in his career.
The terror’s green gaze widened as the blade struck out towards it’s center. Fear found Omega’s emaciated nose. He was so close.
All at once, the world was thrown backwards, or rather, HE was thrown backwards. One of those stabbing tendrils had sucked itself back into the mass of black and reemerged right from the spot he had aimed for. It hit him hard, throwing him into the air.
Body smashed into ground with painful crunches of leather and bones. Careening through the walking dead, a tombstone stopped his descent down the hill. The stone cracked when he hit it, but held. He moaned and had to force his body to move again as the terror took to four limbs and loped after him.
Jaws came open, wide, hungry, stinking. They went right for the throat, right for the money. Omega jerked backwards against the cracked headstone, slapping a hand against the terror’s malformed head. The gnawing fangs only bit into cloth. Confusion set in as they searched for skin, for blood, for any manner of tissue.
“I told you...” Omega breathed out.
The blackened blade met its mark. Through blackness into vital bone and brain beneath, it cut into the head of the shapeless terror. White hot fire sprouted from the deep cut, searing the black right off the contorting skull. Those chewing jaws came apart to release a shriek into the air and try to pull away. But it was stuck upon the blade, and Omega wasn’t about to release it. Sinking the katana in deeper and deeper, white fire blossomed over the terror’s form, consuming its vileness.
As the flames grew, they threatened to reach out and engulf Omega himself. Tugging his sword free, he pushed up from the ground onto the top of the cracked tombstone. Below, the terror squirmed in the fire, slowly being eaten away. Instead of a hateful wind of muggy heat, there was only a touch of chill off the blaze.
Omega shuddered.
In the wake of the terror’s smoldering destruction, the walking corpses all dropped to the ground. No screams of anguish, or last flails of limbs. Just sickening squelches of rot hitting soil. Once the last had kissed dirt, the Omega let out a sigh and relaxed, putting more pressure onto the stone beneath him.
“Mission, complete.”
There was a loud crack as the marker finally gave in. He went head over hills down the last stretches of the hillside graveyard, bits of the tombstone following him.
****
The door was pushed open to allow in the figure of a tall man clad in robes and mask. The Omega had entered. He however, pulled off his robe and hat, tossing them into a closet just to the left of all the tables. Yanking the mask down, he brandished his skull at the patrons of the bar. They turned, smiled, and waved.
“How’s it going Monty?!”
“Been huntin’ again?”
“You should’ve seen Harry vomit all over the bar last night!”
Monty adjusted the lapels of his leather vest and saluted the crowd of scarred men sitting on the stools. He idly ambled over to the back of the bar, removing his gauntlets whilst he did so. Bare-boned hands were revealed right up to the elbow joint till sleeves covered the rest.
“Aye, I’m sure Sara made him re-eat it,” he chuckled.
One of the men nodded briskly, the flare of drunkenness in his little brown eyes. “You know it...oy! She gonna eat YOU fer bein’ late ya know.”
Monty sighed and nodded. “I know,” he whispered while grasping a rag to wipe up some spilled booze from a sleeping fellow not too far off.
The door to the back of the bar suddenly slammed open, making everyone jerk. Light steps hailed out a fireball of a woman. Her hair was near yellow orange as were her eyes, and she had the expression of death on her face. Out came a red stick from her apron and WHAM right to the back of Monty’s skull. He clapped a bleached hand to the spot and yelped.
“Hey!”
“Don’t you complain! You’re ten minutes late!”
“But I–“
“I don’t care!”
****
END Mission ONE ^_~
Mission- One
Author Note- Hey all, I’m new, so forgive any mistakes or..um..or I’ll cry or somethin’. Anywho, little about this character that I’m introducing here. He’s the product of my RP(roleplaying) game that I play constantly on the internet. I’ve had him for a while now, but haven’t used him much. So, I give you a story dear Monty! Yay!
The skeleton man watched the sun set with empty sockets. So cold were the last dying rays that even his bare bones shuddered through his thick robes. Throughout the darkness stirred the everlasting cursed. Those whom rose to feed upon the flesh of the innocent to fill their stinking bellies. Oh how he resembled them. Tormented bones, barren of any vessel of blood or tissue.
He sat on his tombstone, watching the dead pull themselves from the ground. A sigh passed his jaws. It was time to become The Omega. The stalker in the night, the monster who consumes monsters. Lowest of the Low. In lead and fire and steel, he brought justice, and injustice.
The brim of his hat tilted as his gloved fingers worked to tie his mask over his skeletal features. He hated shrouding himself, but some things just had to be. Slipping from the tombstone, his boots made soft sounds against the soil. He started walking up the hill, ascending towards the castle in the moonlight. Dead fingers pulled at him questioningly. They knew he wasn't one of them, but there was no blood to smell, no flesh to touch, just metal, leather, and bone.
On high, the ramparts gave way to a visage of screams. Like the very essence of a Nightmare the things coiled over the stones towards the ground. Burning eyes like green fire opened and peered at the approaching form of Omega. It parted rows of fangs and sang to the nights hunger in a drawling screech that could make any man wince. But Omega kept coming, never faltering whilst the distance closed to a mere few yards.
“Creature I come to destroy your reign and cast you into the World of Forever.” Omega spoke, still not stopping as the yards became feet.
Shadows suddenly became tangible and wrapped themselves securely around his waist, finally getting him to stop. The writhing terror let those seething eyes narrow as its fanged mouth twisted with a grin.
“Oh how I’ve heard that so many times. Over and over, they come and they speak it and I listen and say, ‘oh how I’ve heard that so many times’. You are no different from Them and They are all slaves to my decay.”
Omega tilted his head, not too perturbed by the ever moving darkness which curled around him.
“Really? I can’t believe that you’ve ever met anyone like me before.”
The terror chuckled in a sickening tone and squeezed the bulk of Omega’s form. Somehow, the skeleton beneath seemed to have a thickness of body whenever clothes were set to cover it. Like rock hard muscle, the terror found it a task to effectively mash its prey. Slightly frustrated by this, it lifted Omega from the ground into the air. Holding him there, it sent two tendril like appendages to either side of his head.
“First, I’ll drain your head of grey matter, then you’ll easily succumb, like all the rest.” It was determined to prove to him that he was indeed just another victim.
As the tendrils snaked their way for his skull, Omega snatched them up. Holding onto their negative force, he used them as leverage to kick his boots into the mass of black that held him lofty. The terror jousted in surprise at the force applied to it. Black matter sprayed everywhere as Omega’s boots battered and beat it. Loosening, the terror released his waist and tried to yank its two tendrils from his grasp.
Once the pressure relieved on his middle, he let the tendrils pull themselves free. This sent him falling. He landed in a crouch, body bent forward to carry his weight into a roll. The terror bit air and tried to slam a spear like tendril down on his tumbling form. He effectively maneuvered from the strike zones, getting missed by centimeters and less. A hand went into his robes, pulling free a blackened katana. It was just a little something he’d “borrowed” from a early target in his career.
The terror’s green gaze widened as the blade struck out towards it’s center. Fear found Omega’s emaciated nose. He was so close.
All at once, the world was thrown backwards, or rather, HE was thrown backwards. One of those stabbing tendrils had sucked itself back into the mass of black and reemerged right from the spot he had aimed for. It hit him hard, throwing him into the air.
Body smashed into ground with painful crunches of leather and bones. Careening through the walking dead, a tombstone stopped his descent down the hill. The stone cracked when he hit it, but held. He moaned and had to force his body to move again as the terror took to four limbs and loped after him.
Jaws came open, wide, hungry, stinking. They went right for the throat, right for the money. Omega jerked backwards against the cracked headstone, slapping a hand against the terror’s malformed head. The gnawing fangs only bit into cloth. Confusion set in as they searched for skin, for blood, for any manner of tissue.
“I told you...” Omega breathed out.
The blackened blade met its mark. Through blackness into vital bone and brain beneath, it cut into the head of the shapeless terror. White hot fire sprouted from the deep cut, searing the black right off the contorting skull. Those chewing jaws came apart to release a shriek into the air and try to pull away. But it was stuck upon the blade, and Omega wasn’t about to release it. Sinking the katana in deeper and deeper, white fire blossomed over the terror’s form, consuming its vileness.
As the flames grew, they threatened to reach out and engulf Omega himself. Tugging his sword free, he pushed up from the ground onto the top of the cracked tombstone. Below, the terror squirmed in the fire, slowly being eaten away. Instead of a hateful wind of muggy heat, there was only a touch of chill off the blaze.
Omega shuddered.
In the wake of the terror’s smoldering destruction, the walking corpses all dropped to the ground. No screams of anguish, or last flails of limbs. Just sickening squelches of rot hitting soil. Once the last had kissed dirt, the Omega let out a sigh and relaxed, putting more pressure onto the stone beneath him.
“Mission, complete.”
There was a loud crack as the marker finally gave in. He went head over hills down the last stretches of the hillside graveyard, bits of the tombstone following him.
****
The door was pushed open to allow in the figure of a tall man clad in robes and mask. The Omega had entered. He however, pulled off his robe and hat, tossing them into a closet just to the left of all the tables. Yanking the mask down, he brandished his skull at the patrons of the bar. They turned, smiled, and waved.
“How’s it going Monty?!”
“Been huntin’ again?”
“You should’ve seen Harry vomit all over the bar last night!”
Monty adjusted the lapels of his leather vest and saluted the crowd of scarred men sitting on the stools. He idly ambled over to the back of the bar, removing his gauntlets whilst he did so. Bare-boned hands were revealed right up to the elbow joint till sleeves covered the rest.
“Aye, I’m sure Sara made him re-eat it,” he chuckled.
One of the men nodded briskly, the flare of drunkenness in his little brown eyes. “You know it...oy! She gonna eat YOU fer bein’ late ya know.”
Monty sighed and nodded. “I know,” he whispered while grasping a rag to wipe up some spilled booze from a sleeping fellow not too far off.
The door to the back of the bar suddenly slammed open, making everyone jerk. Light steps hailed out a fireball of a woman. Her hair was near yellow orange as were her eyes, and she had the expression of death on her face. Out came a red stick from her apron and WHAM right to the back of Monty’s skull. He clapped a bleached hand to the spot and yelped.
“Hey!”
“Don’t you complain! You’re ten minutes late!”
“But I–“
“I don’t care!”
****
END Mission ONE ^_~