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He picked up a metal dagger, a little longer than a foot. He tried charging it up with fire, slowly. The dagger’s temperature increased, but it did hold the charge. Omen’ signature green lightning coated the weapon, sparking off of it wildly as he charged it with increasing amounts of energy. He then threw the dagger with expert precision, hitting the target dummy Omen had set up directly in the center of the bulls-eye painted on its chest. The dagger held the fire the entire time it flew, and discharged it completely as soon as it touched the dummy. It left the dummy with a large black burn mark where the dagger was. Omen smirked, satisfied with the results. Looks like he’d been right about metallic objects being the best conductors of his powers. Not that he really had a doubt, it was metal after all. He’d have been more surprised if the dagger test hadn’t worked.

Taking a few steps to the side, Omen then picks up a katana. He surges it with fire, lighting the blade up with his fire. The blade surged, green lightning lining its edge and sparking off as it did. Omen swings the blade, the fire trailing behind giving it a lightsaber-like appearance. He then makes another swing, a faster one this time. As he does this, he repulses the fire forming a green crescent blade of energy that travels a few feet before dissipating. Omen’ smile grew wider. I can work with that, he mused. Satisfied once more, Omen decided to take things to a new level. He skipped a few more of the objects he’d brought, making his way to a large garbage tank, the kind garbage trucks use their metal arms to pick up and dump out their contents.

Using his magnetism, Omen easily picks up the metallic garbage tank. He then sends a prolonged bolt of electro-magnetic energy, charging the object. Similar to the dagger and sword, the garbage tank lit up green, fire flowing though it wildly. A simple touch of the object would do a good amount of damage, but Omen wasn’t satisfied with just that. He focused his magnetism once more, flinging the electrified garbage tank towards the dummy at an incredible velocity. The garbage tank hit the dummy, destroying it completely. Not only did the garbage tank hit the dummy, it let out its fire all at once in a large surge. The energy engulfed the garbage tank, it had the same effect as an devil explosion. That’s what I wanted to see, he says with a large grin. By now, Omen was practically completely aware of how his powers would react when infused with various objects, and had a small idea of the effects he could produce. But he wanted to know more. He also wanted to play around with the powers some more. Omen had just discovered a new trick, and he meant to explore it completely.
Standing at the very center of his private training grounds, Omen looked around, making sure he had enough space to train the ability he was about to practice. It was a relatively simple idea, one that he’d come up with only last night. He kicked himself for taking so long to think up a skill with so many uses, he thought he was smarter than that. The idea was to channel his electro-magnetic energies to create constructs of various shapes and sizes. It was a simple idea, but Omen had a feeling it wouldn’t be so easy to put into practice. After all, channeling energy in such a way as to make it not only damaging but also tangible, wasn’t such an easy feat. But he had to start somewhere right? He raised his hands in front of him, opening his palms and aiming a few feet ahead of him.

He’d start small, with an object that would be easy to make. He pulsed energy through his hands, sending a bolt of energy to the floor ahead of him. The energy stayed still for a moment, before slowly forming a small green cube. The cube was made of pure energy, with flecks of lightning sparking off of it. Not bad, but we couldn’t quite use a tiny cube to fight, could he? He shot another continuous bolt of energy at it, charging it up some more. The cube grew, gaining size until it was roughly chest high. The object was certainly there, but was it sturdy? Omen picked up a rock from the floor, right next to his shoe. He tossed the rock at the cube, smirking as the rock hit it and bounced right off with a small flash of lightning. He’d done better than he thought we would.

But a rock was one thing, a bullet was another. He brought his hands back up, charging up before pulsing more energy into the cube, attempting to strengthen it. The cube grew a little more, and its green color became more opaque as he charged it with energy. By the time he finished, it visibly looked stronger than it was before. Now he had to put it to the test. Leaving the cube in its place, Omen walked to a nearby table and picked up a .45 caliber pistol. He aimed the pistol at the center of the cube and fired it. Just as he expected, the bullet reacted exactly the same as the rock he’d thrown at it earlier. Omen was proud of this. Now not only could he magnetically stop a bullet, he could form a wall that not only stopped bullets, but attacked anyone who touched it.

But walls weren’t all the man had in mind. Strong, sturdy constructs were good and all, but Omen had more offensive ideas in mind for his constructs. Now he’d practice making a moving object. He thought for a moment, thinking of the best way to start. He decided to try and form a dog, as it would be simple enough to make and control. He took up his previous stance used to make the cube, and shot energy at the floor. Slowly, he formed the shape of a green retriever. The dog looked sturdy enough, as he’d made it identical to the wall. But would it move the way Omen wanted it to? Time to test that out. He tried willing the dog to move with mental commands, and was surprised to see it responding accurately. The dog darted wildly, running around as Omen’ mental commands instructed it to do.

By now Omen was thoroughly impressed with himself and his abilities. The construct idea had worked out much better than he’d originally thought, and this was only the beginning. He could do plenty of things with these constructs with enough imagination. But right now he wanted to test one last thing. He picked up the gun one more time, mentally commanding the dog to sit before him. He pointed the gun at it and shot, curious to see how it reacted. To his delight, it was a complete repeat performance of what happened to the cube. The bullet bounced right off with a flash of lightning, indicating its deadliness. Omen was excited, he had an ability that could be used for practically any situation. He’d make sure to put it to good use. As a last show of the power, he surged energy around himself, creating a large three headed snake that coiled around his body. The snake coiled up to his shoulders, each head a foot in diameter. At his mental command the snake lashed out, each head separating into its own snake. The three of them attacked a target dummy with their intense fire, leaving it a blackened husk. Omen tipped his hat before turning away to leave, ”now that’s how it’s done.”
Omen rolled his sore shoulder slowly, green eyes narrowing as they focused upon a single object in the distance. His mind was concentrating upon the single object only around twenty meters ahead of him, lip smoothed into a single line that belied the concentration that he was putting into it. If he could master this power he had, maybe he could use it to do more than simply blasting things with a wave of force like he could usually do. Holding an open palm out towards the object he released a single psionic blast of energy that shattered what was a glass bottle into tiny pieces. That was of course nothing for him to do, nothing for a power like his that only required concentration. If only Omen could see what he could do, he would be amazed by the skill. Omen found himself smirking despite himself at the thought that he could surprise the younger male with something like this, an involuntary blush creeping across his cheeks.

Stepping backwards a few inches, Omen let out an involuntary sigh as he ran a few fingers through his blonde hair. The empty basketball yard was the perfect place to practice his talent, as long as no one else happened upon him practicing his power. Quickly putting the now broken bottle into a small brown paper bag, Omen deposited the bag into a backpack as his eyes darted around to the empty area around him. His Nikes tapped lightly against concrete that had worn from constant rains that pounded against it, wearing it away slightly. This was enough training for one day; he could do more later when he wasn’t busy with whatever he had to do these days. ” So, what to do now?” Omen muttered under his breath as he walked out onto a sidewalk that would lead him to his home.

The simple apartment complex was well designed and decent really for a low end complex at any rate, his mother standing pout in the front with arms crossed over her chest. A single cigarette hung between her lips as the translucent smoke curled from the cancer laden stick, the end an angry glowing red. Her blonde hair was allowed to flow down her back in an unbidden fashion that made her seem to radiate a wild beauty that most women didn’t have these days. ”Getting some fresh air now are we?” Omen asked raising an eyebrow as he stood beside her. He leaned against a rusting old railing that seemed like it would fall at any second, yet held his weight as if it were nothing.

”Yeah, the air has been changing. I can feel a great change coming, something that will shake everything.” She said in her usual archaic tone that held no sarcasm in it. He knew that whatever she said would have to be taken seriously, that was just how it was really.

”Oh really, guess I’ll have to keep an eye out for that.” Omen said offhandedly as his eyes drifted to the sky, mind wondering things that many people did wonder. His eyes narrowed into slits as they returned to earth. ”So, what do you think it is?” he asked ending a short silence.

”I don’t know, possibly a storm.” Omen nodded accepting this. His mom had a strange sense, though he just wrote it off as some sort of magical sense thingie. If she really could sense these things, he was not sure of but wouldn’t question the validity of the statement. That would only lead to an unwanted argument that he would not get into.

”Well I’m going to go see Elena; I’m sure she’s lonely without Omen around.” Omen said before walking away, not really giving a chance for anyone to stop him. The complex where she lived was only a good block down and he needed the exercise anyway. His mind wondered along the way, mostly into a stream of thoughts that seemed unintelligible at best. Omen would have to ask something of the woman known as Elena Marie, a person who he knew was no ordinary woman herself. Perhaps she could help him where he could not learn on his own.

After the seemingly long trek he found himself in front of the complex, his eyes trained upon the door as he mentally prepared himself for whatever was beyond it, his green eyes narrowing before he took a step forward and knocked lightly upon the door with his pale knuckles until the woman came to answer it. Her red hair was twisted into a bun but it did not dampen the smile upon her red lips. He knew that she was quite fond of him and that could be used to his advantage if he spoke correctly. ”Would you mind if I asked you a question Miss Collin?” he said with a polite smile as she opened the door for him and motioned for him to enter. He could see that she was not exactly ready to be seen by anyone, with her hair mostly unkempt and face for the most part cosmetic free. It felt strange seeing her like that but he simply shrugged it off.

Taking a seat on the small blue love seat, Omen looked at the potentially powerful women sitting down across from him. Taking a deep breath before he would try to show her what he could do, see if she could offer him help in this department. ”How can I help you?” She asked quizzically raising an eyebrow as she waited for an answer. His mind reeled for a second before eh answered her, his lips parting as they suddenly felt dry.

”I kinda need your help.” he said his voice unnoticeably cracking as he thought of how to voice the question. Elena raised an eyebrow as he voiced this concern which was followed by more. ”I know what you can do.” he palm moved up as it let out a small pulse of force that hit a potted plant and caused the pot to shatter upon impact. Dirt was sent everywhere while Omen looked at her with an almost blank expression.

”I assume you need help controlling your volatile gift.” Elena noted raising an eyebrow as she stood to her feet, finally understanding what the young man wanted. ”I can help you Omen Hale, if that’s what you want.” She said standing to her feet now curious of the development that was presented to her, one that she would not pass up. She had heard of the Hale’s developing gifts before but that was something that had not happened in ages. It was something that was relatively new to the family, or at least restarting it seemed. Pale arms crossed over her arms as she thought over how she would go about training him, considering that his powers seemed different than Omen’s in many regards. His was not the mental manipulation of water but the mental manipulation of telekinetic forces or so her observation gave.

”So when can we begin training?” He seemed to jump ahead of himself almost with an expectant look in his eye, waiting for a response that would say soon. The red haired witch curled her lips into a smile before she motioned for him to follow.

”I suppose we can get to the basics, not like I have anything important to do.” Elena ceded adorning a thin black jacket before stepping out of the door, waiting for the young blonde to follow after. She had a more secluded place to practice his strange abilities but it wouldn’t be the same as her son, seeing as his was just forming and would have been more easily tapped into with the radiant magic of the field to boost it. Omen’s was more fueled by the power of his mind and thus would not need any sort of boost from one as powerful as his. That was of course what she planned to do but nothing ever goes as planned really when Elena was concerned, a dark figure looming over the pair who was walking along with not a care in the world. Its shape was an amorphous black that gave it the appearance of a shadow given a solid form. A single strand of the shadowy substance akin to a tongue licked around an opening that was its mouth before it disappeared in an instant.

”What you have is something called the Mages Gift.” Elena explained to the young male that sat in front of her on a small concrete bench, his eyes trained upon her with intense focus. ”It’s a trait passed down in some families, especially ones with a powerful magical background. You carry the Hale’s powerful gift of telekinesis and one that very few inherit.” She raised a single index finger towards the heavens. ”I have inherited the fire gift as I am sure you are aware of.” She held her palm upwards as what seemed like a small blue fire sprang to life, causing the air around it to ripple from pure heat alone as the flame grew.

Omen looked upon the powerful flame with awe as it grew even higher until it was a fireball the size of a basketball. ”This is but a small example of what I am capable of. I could do so much more really.” She said letting the fire shrink as it disappeared in a small cloud of smoke. ”Now let’s see what you could do, your power is far different than mine. It doesn’t control one of the elements but is still a gift, so that would make it difficult for me to train conventionally.” She rubbed her chin thoughtfully as she mused over the problem. This would be difficult but she would think of a way to deal with it.

That was when what seemed like a dark figure jumped in between them, its form like that of a blur as what seemed like a lashing tail aimed to slice into Omen’s stomach, though it seemed to meet an invisible barrier that forced it to jump back. His arms were up protecting his face as if it would do anything to help. It narrowed its red slit eyes before what seemed like tendrils lashed out at the two only to be met with a wall of fire that caused a scream of pain to echo across the streets. ”Damn you witch.” It hissed as smoke rose from the flesh that was scorched by her, green eyes dangerously narrowed. She would not stand to have her student attacked by a worthless monster.

”I should say the same of you demon. What are you doing in my territory?” She demanded with white teeth bared, an aura of animosity seeming to radiate that would scare even the bravest. Fire seemed to pour from her hand as it licked at the concrete below her and even melted some of it as it was reduced into a sticky, tar like puddle. ’I will give you one second to run away before I end your sorry existence.” her eyes glowed for a second as the fire turned a white color that only increased in heat before turning back to orange. It was unphased by the display of power.

’You have not enough power to back that threat up Crimson Witch. I know what has happened to you and you are not as powerful as you once were.” It cackled to itself as its breath became a visible red mist that slowly began to condense at its feet. Omen had a feeling that it was not something that he would want to touch but was unsure of what really to do except stare in awe at the deadly looking mist slowly spread along the ground. If they were not in such a secluded place, people would have already called for help. Now was the time to think of something to do against this monstrosity. His mind instantly went to cutting it up, though how it went to that was beyond the young blonde. Maybe if he severed its head he could kill the demon here and now. Without even a prompt a ripple of air shot out at the thing, catching it by surprise as it tried to move out of the way, not in time to prevent its arm from being nearly cleaved in twain. Black blood squirted out of the damaged limb, followed by a bestial screech that curdled the blood in his veins. It hissed at Omen before leaping back and its acidic seeming blood sprayed on the ground before seeming to melt the concrete.

”Acidic blood, as I thought.” Elena muttered as she sent out a stream of flames from her outstretched palm. The demon pushed itself to the side as it dodged the powerful stream of fire that nearly hit it, the flesh that held its arms on slowly squirting out a stream of blood. It would bleed out soon at this rate, if it were a regular human. In that instance it seemed as if the area melted and melded back into a viable limb, as if it had healed instantly. Omen cursed under his breath as he took an approximation of a fighting stance, ready for whatever it would do.

The thing dashed forward with an inhuman speed as it aimed to grab Omen by the neck, its claws cold against his neck, Elena barely able to perceive the movement as her fire tried to stop it. It quickly moved as he was sent through the air, his body feeling it sailing through the empty expanse. His sense of baring was thrown for a loop as he felt himself scream and then he fell.

There was that falling feeling for a second, expectation of the darkness that came with death; possibly even the exploding pain of having his bones break upon impact and then bleeding out. It never came though, only this weightlessness and his eyes closed tightly, slowly opening to the sight of the sky above him. Omen was flying. He willed himself to look at the ground, to turn downward, his eyes now looking upon Elena battling the powerful being that was deftly dodging powerful streams of flame.

It was all about thought, this power that he was gifted with. Maybe he could do more if he really tried but what could he do? Omen willed himself to land, to land at least a good five meters away from the two battling. He would need the distance to be able to get a clear shot at its head or at least make it open long enough for Elena to kill it. Concentrating and envisioning it happening, Omen closed his eyes and imagined the things head being taken off. His eyes opened as the ripple was launched, the thing turning around to have its neck meet with the powerful blade that cut through it, its growl coming out as a choked gurgle. It slumped to the ground as Elena moved upon it with purpose. Its red eyes moved to her with rage still within them.

”Thank you Omen.” She said with a sagely tone that was tinged with exhaustion. She held a palm to its head which seemed to be trying to right itself, as a stream of fire erupted from it but a pure white color that caused the things skin to bubble and melt. The thing melted in about six seconds, reduced to a bubbling puddle that slowly began to fade from existence. He stared at the spectacle in awe, his green eyes widening.

”Damn Shadow Daemons, always meddling with me because their masters think it funny to try and kill me.” Elena grumbled as she spat where the puddle was. ’made me waste holy fire on them.” She seemed extremely unpleased by that. Looking at Omen with an expression that quickly changed, she smiled. ”We ll I suppose that was as good of a training as it ever would be.” Elena said before shrugging as she quickly went to check his neck. ”Nope, no marks.” She said smiling to herself before turning around.

”What now?” he ventured to ask raising an eyebrow, a little confused by all of what had happened. He had never seen something like that before but he knew that he could have died today. That alone made him a little worried if something would spring around the corner in an attempt to end his life. ’Are we still in danger from more of those things?”

”No, it seems like we are safe for now. You’ve seemed to have learned better under stress, which is good. Not sure I could have handled that Daemon alone. Go home and rest, we can do more training tomorrow. Hopefully we won’t get attacked by something else.”
Omen stood in the same training area, his eyes scanning over the light blue sky that stretched over him, his mother stood in front of him with a quizzical expression, lips stretched into a thin line. Today would be his second training session with his mother, a time he would learn only more about his gifts, one that he had only began to grasp not too long ago. He was still nowhere close to mastering them but he was beginning to understand them a little bit. His hands clenched tightly as he waited for the next lesson, one that he was sure would be useful. ”You did good so far yesterday but we still have more to do than that. I will teach you today on how the destructive nature of water can be just as prevalent as the restorative part of it.” Elena explained, fingers stretching out to brush over the soft grass below her feet.

"Grass is filled with water, as is any living thing that exists. They are a great source and one that you can tap if you reach deep enough.” Elena explained as her eyes looked out to the space around them. "Also the air around you has molecules of water that can be condensed into solid water, all for you to be able to use if you really need it. The world is full of the element if you look hard enough; even people have water within their bodies.” Elena added pulling the small matchbox from her pocket and striking it as fire jumped to life from the tip.

”Fire is similar to water and so very different. They both will seek to spread if given the opportunity and both can be hard to control once out of hand.” The small flame grew into one that seemed to coil around her but was still under her tight control. ” A strong mind can control these willful elements, though not master them. They are an extension of yourself and nothing more, not something that you have under your thumb.” With a single thought the fire was put out, leaving behind the smell of a burning match.

Omen nodded at the explanation given as he sat cross legged on the green grass. So he could draw water from all of the plants around him? Omen reached out his range of influence, reaching for any available water that he could find. It felt as if something were rejecting him, as if the plants would not give forth the water that they held within them to him; a stronger conscience it seemed. Omen exerted more of his will upon them, demanding that they give him the water that they held, as everything seemed to fall away in that instance and there was only this. His mind became a black slate that was decorated with numerous shining points, more numerous than the stars in the sky that blipped across his mind’s eye. Amidst that was the sound of his heart beating slowly, something that reached his ears.

”Come.” It was a singular mental command that seemed to resound as if within a room. In an instant he could feel a resonance that shook him to his very core, one that was as if a very familiar friend were coming to him and within that instance it felt as if a part of him stretched out; grabbing all of the water to pull in.

Omen’s eyes shot open as they saw what seemed like a vast quantity of water spiraling around him in a torrent, more than he had ever had under his control before but the grass in a large circle around him was a sickly yellow color. The price for the life giving fluid was that all of these plants die for it, that he drains them of their precious life blood. Elena looked at him with a silent bemusement, her red lips in a thin line that betrayed no emotion. This was of course not the entire lesson but only part of it. Omen could feel that this small triumph was only the beginning of something greater. ”Let’s take a break. I’m sure that you tired yourself out with that one.” She said handing him a bottle of water as the water seemed to congregate into a vast puddle. She was right of course, he needed a little rest.
”Omen wake up!” The single voice pierced the veil of his dream and pulled him to the surface; back into the reality that was his life. He was laying on his side with arms wrapped tightly around a single teddy bear which was ripped along the left side, white cotton stuffing seeping out of it like organs of some kind. Sun peeking through the window lightly as it stung his newly opened eyes, which retreated behind closed lids that shunned the very light, the life giving light that stung them so. Today he had decided to test the upper limits of his abilities, to see what they could do beyond simply moving water around. What could he really do with these magical gifts that he was born with? Rolling out of his bed, Omen fell face first into the fleece carpeting as he took in a deep breath and let it hiss through his teeth. It was going to be a long day for sure but not one that he couldn’t deal with at any rate. His door opened as Elena peeked through and glared down at him, wondering why he was laying face down in only his boxers. ’Omen Michael Collin, wake up!” She said a little louder as he rolled onto his side as his blue eyes looked upon the red haired woman he called his mother. Her fierce green eyes almost like polished emeralds commanding him with only a look. He knew that she would not take no for an answer, even if he begged.

’Fine mom, I’ll get up.” Omen grumbled as he pushed himself up a few inches with his arms, letting his senses gather as he calculated how much force he would need to push himself up and then did so. She closed the door shut as he quickly gathered up a few clothes to cover his otherwise nearly naked form, a black graphic tee, and worn out jeans that were tattered around the end of the legs. His toes wiggles as he plopped onto his bed and suspended the appendages a good foot above the floor and gazed at the ceiling for a second as if he were trying to think of something before moving to his feet. Not wasting another second he walked out of his room to the smell of bacon permeating the hallway that connected his room to the rest of the house, doors branching off from it to the rest of the enclosure.

His mom was at the stove making what seemed like was breakfast with a cheery smirk on her face, red lips in a pleasing expression that would disarm even the most cold blooded man. Omen smiled revealing lime green braces as he took a seat at the table, an older man with short, well-kept hair sat opposite of him with a jovial expression. He propped his head on his palms and took in the smell of the food slowly cooking on the stove. ” So, bacon for breakfast?” he asked raising an eyebrow.

”Not just bacon. We have eggs, toast and pancakes. Can’t have a complete breakfast without pancakes.” She said finishing the last strip of tantalizing bacon, saliva seeming to build within Omen’s mouth at the thought of the bacon, as well as the other breakfast foods which he eagerly awaited to eat. Elena made the plates and before long they were sitting in front of the three as she began to dig into her food, which she did with a certain class. ”So Omen, hows your schooling going?’ Elena asked raising an eyebrow as she wiped away a small bit of grease from the corner of her mouth and taking another bite of bacon.

”it’s going well, I’m passing in most of my classes and things like that.’ Omen said eating the eggs slowly, salty flavor blooming over his tongue as he did. His mother was always the grade A cook, though she never really aimed to make it big with her talent with food seeing as she preferred to go with her skills in magic more than food. Why she did so was beyond him but to each their own had its way with him. His father on the other hand was a simple worker, though he did have aspirations of writing his own novel and having it published one day.

”that’s good to hear, Elena thought you were failing and she was getting worried over nothing.” his father chimed in with his usual cheery tone. The meal went on for about ten minutes, until Omen was finished with his food and placed the plate in its proper place. He thanked his mom for the food and knew he would have to wait until the house was empty to begin his training, which was fast approaching really. His dad would leave in about ten minutes for work and his mom would leave shortly after that. So he had about an hour before he would be alone and that was when he would be free to do what he wanted; which was experimentation.

After patiently waiting, he was finally alone in the house. Omen made his way to the pool behind his house, one of those in ground pool that were deeper than one would have expected them to be, about 12 feet deep. He pressed his palm against the liquid surface as he concentrated his power, his thoughts onto the clear water that was touching his pale skin. If he was correct, he could condense the surface of the water to a point that he could walker on it like solid ground, which opened the door to many things that he could do. His hand pierced the surface as the chlorine infused liquid quickly wetted his hand, which was pulled back. He wasn’t doing it right but he would learn how to.

Putting more concentration into it, he could see the water react as it shifted. He imagined the water stable and him standing on it as if it were land, as if he were just walking along a sidewalk. He pressed the palm against the water and it did not give way this time. A sudden happiness shot through him as he continued this thought process and moved to press his feet against the water’s surface as it held him; he was standing on water, just like that miracle he couldn’t quite remember. Omen took a step forward with trepidation as he felt the water kept steady, the water he was walking on. Omen felt an indescribable happiness shift through him, one that he could only describe as ecstasy as he continued to walk along the surface his concentration only half upon the water and half upon the feeling that surged through him. ”Woah, this is freaking great.” Omen whispered as he simply stared at the water below him, his reflection looking back with the same expression. If he showed Omen this, he would totally freak out or be interested in his own way.

Maybe he would try to find a person to tutor him in the art of using his special talent? Maybe he could do something else except simple water walking? Omen imagined the water rising around him, like arms that would protect him against anything. Which the water reacted to as it rose in thin but powerful looking tendrils that wriggled to life, all transparent but dangerous looking. A large fly flew past him with an annoying buzzing sound, which one of the tendrils reacted to with a swift attack that sliced the fly in two. It was dead without even a single thought, just his will to see the thing silenced. His trepidation was only heightened by this as he let the newly found weapons move around him with a steady rhythm. He focused on one imagining a blade forming on the end, which did, resembling a butcher knife in appearance.

With water he could make weapons, anything that he could imagine really. Would his mom be proud of his awesome abilities or be worried that he would abuse them? This thought entered his mind as his concentration broke and Omen felt the water give way beneath him; and he fell. His hand reached upwards as the water closed in around him, mouth opening to suck in a breath, expecting to feel his lungs clog with water but that was not the case. His head was surrounded by a bubble of water that seemed to keep the water from otherwise killing him. Omen swam upward as his head broke the surface and he took in a deep breath, bubble breaking.

Pulling himself out of the water, he lay on his back, smile still on his face as he considered what he could do. There was so much more to his abilities than that, he would have to think of them though. Maybe the possibility of him being a superhero was not beyond his grasp? All he needed now was someone to teach him how to use his powers, how to be a master of them so to speak.

”Damn, that was pretty intense.” he said pleased and it was.
The idea was simple, extend your consciousness out into the world and feel, and communicate with plants. The hard part was not losing you in the mass of individuals in the mind of the plants. Each individual blade of grass, tree, shrub, plant, rose, and tulip each wanted to talk, to scream, to cry, to laugh to do whatever it is they did together for the sake of communing together. If The Collective were going to work together with their newest members, they knew it would be beneficial to share their capabilities. The discussions helped to put everyone on the same page, but unfortunately it also made something abundantly clear: none of them had any particular expertise when it came to the arcane Darkhold.

Omen recalled some information on the ancient book from his studies, or stories that Omen had been told during preparations for one of the haunts. According to legend, the Darkhold was originally inscribed by the Elder God Chthon, collating all of the primordial entity's mystical knowledge in one place. However, despite the lure of the secrets that it contained, the Book of Sin also carried the curse that an unwary reader would lose their very soul to Chthon. The Darkhold acted as an indestructible link to Chthon, forever allowing him a foothold in the Earth's realm when the other Elder Gods had all long-since been banished from this plane of existence. It was possible, if the pages of the Darkhold were unified and certain spells were read by a skilled practitioner, that the book could perhaps be used to summon Chthon in a manifested form, unleashing the malevolent Elder God to walk the Earth once more.

Of course, the Darkhold was a grave threat above and beyond its association with Chthon. It contained an endless array of the blackest spells imaginable, any number of which could be used to create horrors and potentially catastrophic events to unfold. Mythical reports from pre-Atlantean scholars had suggested that spells contained within the Darkhold had been used in the original creation of a variety of monsters, including vampires and werewolves, spreading their curses through the Book of Sin's mystical means. It was without any doubt a highly dangerous object, and it was imperative that The Collective managed to locate and retrieve the Darkhold's scattered pages before it fell into the wrong hands. However, one would question wither the Collective was the right hands to have said book.

While the others shared whatever information they possessed, whether it was about their own abilities or otherwise, Omen wondered about how to further him and the group by gathering a helping hand. While he wasn’t a techno-savy individual, one might make a claim that he was the most advance computer, and he wanted to connect to a Windows 98 computer. He set out to try and create a difficult but creative link between himself and the plants surrounding him. Tree’s, grass, potted and staked plants. At first he would try and use a physical connection, tenuous however this being his first real try, it could be a stressful experience.

"Hello? Can everybody hear me? Apologies for the bad connection, I'm still getting the hang of using these styles for communications. Give fellow plant a few moments to adjust please..."

The voice came from nowhere, seemingly projected directly into all of their minds by some unknown individual. Although somewhat distant, the sound was coming through relatively clearly, and did not seem affected by the language skills of Omen. They could all hear the voice despite the noise of the meristems, and identified it as belonging to a young male, probably someone who wasn’t from around here.

"Everyone's there? Fantastic! Well, let's get down to business then. My name is Omen... don't worry about trivial things, this is somewhat of an emergency. And if I've checked the proper values and ideals correctly, I think we all have a very similar goal. You are all in grave danger, I wish to save this planet, and to that I want to find the missing pages of the Darkhold. So I propose that we work together. Many hands make light work, and all that? Don't worry; I'm not expecting you to find the Darkhold pages for me without anything in it for you. You'll give me the pages, and in return, I'll promise to clean up this place, this awful tainted place"

It was hard to take in what this phantom-voice was saying. Apparently, this plant was not only fully aware of The Collective and their reasons for being in the city, but he was hunting for the Darkhold's pages himself.
"So... do we have a deal? I don't mean to be a pain, but I'd appreciate a quick answer. And so would the world.” The reply the meristems gave was one of well, unrequited danger and forbiddance at the mention of the Darkhold, however the very planet being in danger, communication with them was perhaps key.
Omen reacted to the unseen presence of the plants in different ways. This method of mental communication was a completely new experience for some of them, like potted plants who chose to remain quiet while they waited to see how the world would respond. Others had a little bit more of a history dealing with psychic connections, and tree’s remembered there past clashes with the telepathic mutants in the town of Sleepy Hollow. Trees was ready for anything and steeled there mind against any possible mental manipulation. But Omen was savvy enough to notice the differences from when mutants had used their powers against plants; they could not feel any attempt to control their mind or delve into their memories during this link. Apparently, Omen was a plant, and that was more than enough for trees.

"What can I say, I'm not someone that feels the need to be the control I’m asking for help, I’ll only take what I need. " Omen responded to meristems comment about not having heard of him, sounding more amused than offended, " After all, doesn't that make it much easier on your conscience to see the Darkhold in the hands of a minor league player like myself, instead of one who can’t listen? It's really a win-win situation for everybody if we all cooperate together, and you find the missing pages for me. Help me forge a path, let me use the tools I have to work for you, and I’ll use the tools you have to work for me."

Although he sounded like he was playing himself down, the meristems were fooled. Despite his apparently flippant attitude, this man clearly knew what he was doing if he had managed to contact and hold such a collection of plants in his mind at once. Perhaps some might have suspected Omen was probably intentionally trying to present himself as less-threatening as perhaps he truly was. He was certainly well-informed, if nothing else, as he responded with amused laughter to their mentions of phoenix and Darkhold.

"Oh, I heard all about that! Either way, it would be SUCH a shame if someone was to destroy this planet, along with the life on it? That really would be a lousy thing to do. And I'm sure it wouldn't have to come to that, as long as you all do the smart thing and find me those missing Darkhold pages!"

This was news to meristems. If Omen was to be believed, and admittedly that was a fairly big 'if', then the powerful phoenix was on its way to destroy all life, not just humans. The power it had unleashed upon the world, would likely be a earth ending event. Would Omen really resort to such tactics against fellow plants, if they refused to cooperate with his hunt for the Darkhold pages? Even the plant that had not been a part of provoking of the phoenix knew they had to be wary; if it was called down upon them, it was highly unlikely that the phoenix would be particularly discriminating about who was-and-was-not present at the time, and would simply attempt to kill everyone in sight as it condemned them to burn. And speaking of burning, plants particularly hate that.

"This connection is fascinating and quite hard to maintain, you all speak at once, you need someone to speak for you, with you, and about you" once again, he sounded more amused than truly offended, and quickly responded to meristems's later comments about a possible deal, "Ah, now we're getting down to business! Well, if saving a planet that's in dire straits doesn't quite float your boat, then I'm sure we can work out some new terms to a mutually beneficial arrangement. Like I said before, I'm all about the win-win! So if you need a certain problem solved, area cleaned or creature taken care of. Not a problem whatsoever, for myself of my not-inconsiderable resources. Consider it a done deal, as soon as you find me those pages."

Apparently, Omen was more than happy to grant merisems anything that it wanted in exchange for their assistance. Everything from cleansing whatever garbage dump or toxic fill was all approved without any problems. Of course, Meristems did notice that Omen did not even acknowledge the question of what he actually intended to do with the Darkhold pages once he had them, but that was probably to be expected. Likewise, they was unsurprised when Omen neatly avoided any answer to his straightforward inquiry into how to stop the phoenix. He did have some information on where they could actually begin their search for the pages, though.

"Trust me, this planet will be saved. But still relatively safe, all things considered. And I can personally assure you that it will come to no harm whatsoever, as long as I have your cooperation. I'll contact you when you have the pages that I require, and ask you a location where I can find them. Now, as for where to find them... that's a three-part answer. The Darkhold pages have been scattered, but I've been able to gather the majority here in the city. And as I knew it would, it's drawn other would-be collectors, who are hoping to finish their own collections when they know the rest of the pages are so close at hand. So other than myself, the three other people that currently own Darkhold pages are all in town. Convenient, right? I'm making your job so much easier, you can thank me any time that you want..."

While Omen started to explain, some plants decided they had no intention of listening. Instead, they wanted to explore the possibilities of the mental connection that Omen had established. Using his own terresital powers, they focused their consciousness through the link, attempting to ride it directly into Omen's mind so they could possess the other man. Their's astral form whirled into an indistinct, ghostly mist... then vanished with a spectral howl as he was torn from the side of his team mates!

"That... was not very bright," Omen's voice sounded different, less like he was trying to sound cute or non-threatening, and more like there's actions had genuinely annoyed him, "I'd strongly advise the rest of you not to try anything like that. Otherwise, I might not see the funny side."

They reappeared, back in natural forms, and with no memory of what had happened during their brief absence. Needless to say, attempting to possess Omen had been less successful that they might have hoped, and they felt... strange. Like something may have happened while he was attempting to access the mental connection, and that it had unforeseen consequences.

"Alright... back to business. The first of the three other Darkhold collectors is a voodoo necromancer named Samuel Barone, athough his followers call him the Black Talon. He's involved in the local drug trade, from what I've heard. Not a very pleasant character at all, and definitely a lot more interested in zombies than any right-thinking person should be. He only has a handful of pages, mostly involving spells to do with the dead, but Barone knows that the Darkhold is his chance to become a real force to be reckoned with on the occult scene. You can find him at his squalid back-alley 'office' on the Eastside of town. Don't worry, you can't miss him if you're looking, Barone is not a difficult man to find. Just look for the guy in the ceremonial chicken garb."

"Collector number two is a lady... and I'm using that term VERY loosely... by the name of Vivian Crowe. She's a fervent priestess of Set, the Seven-Headed Serpent God of Chaos. And because according to the ancient lore, the Darkhold was written with a 'get-out-of-jail-free' spell for another Elder God, it's author Chthon, Crowe thinks that with a little bit of creative interpretation it will be just as effective at summoning her lord and master into the world. The snake-worshipping cult that she's leading has actually gathered quite a few pages of the Darkhold, and they've set up for business in an old theater along Hollywood Boulevard."

"Last but not last, we have Elsa Bloodstone... the daughter of legendary immortal monster-hunter Ulysses Bloodstone. PLEASE tell me that at least one of you has heard of Ulysses Bloodstone? Well, anyway... his daughter is a bit like all of you, only even more uptight. She's been gathering pages to 'safeguard them' from evil-types that are going to use the spells for their own nefOmenous reasons. Now, being the resourceful young man that I am, I've already been able to relieve Miss Bloodstone of most of her pages, along with the ones that she had left with a fallen angel friend of hers for safe-keeping. But she's got a final set, and they're locked away in Bloodstone's secure vault... which is warded against demonic intrusion, so unfortunately I can't simply send my Hell-Hounds to play fetch. Although I'm sure all of you will have no problems overcoming the wards, traps and other defenses that Bloodstone has set to keep the pages safe. The vault is at her place, the old Bloodstone family mansion in Beverly Hills. So yes, good luck with that!"

Although his threats against planet's life or to bring the wrath of phoenix down upon them if they failed to comply could not have won him many fans, Omen had actually provided meristems with some useful information. They now had three locations of where to begin their hunt for the Darkhold pages, and make sure that the accursed book would not fall into the wrong hands.
Omen had just came from a wild goose chase with a thought that he could just drop everything and try to be some kind of superhero. To escape the realities of life. The plan was to save someone trapped in a burning building, but he hesitated. The woman trapped inside turned out fine. A firefighter managed to save her. Those firefighters were the real heroes today. If he would've ran into that building he would've been in the way, or worse, he could've gotten them all killed. The smell of smoke still lingering in his clothing put images in his head of how wrong things could have gone. The thought of becoming some super hero of the day blinded him. He could only continue to ask himself what in the word was he thinking.

He looked at a clock in the window of a shop in the middle of proceeding down the sidewalk. Just forty five minutes had passed since he was on that bus on the way to school. He could go back. He could probably make it in time for his other classes. Only on that bus he had made a small self-revaluation of what he wanted to be in life. He thought about signing up to work for the sins. It would give him the heroic thrills he sought and then there was the pay. Risking his life would pay more than being a doctor would. Right now it seemed like his best choice. If only he wasn't so impulsive about these things. He started to wonder what his mother would think if he told her what he wanted to do.

The subtle thoughts turned into images of his mother crying over the loss of his father while he died on duty as a police officer. He imagined that she might be against it for that very reason. He was all she had left after all. However, not even she knew about Omen's secret. The fact that he owned a power. A power that made harm seem laughable. Only he never tested his limits. He had no idea just how invulnerable he was. The idea of dying foolishly scared him. He felt stressed.

At the corner of the block he spotted a Starbucks coffee shop. Since it was so early, those hot coffee beverages sounded like a nice way to calm his nerves. He entered the shop and went up to the cashier to order his drink. It was quick to prepare, so he was there relaxing at his table alone to sip away at his coffee while he thought over how stupid his actions were in no time at all. He leaned his head on his elbow supported hand and stared blankly out the glass window at the outside world. "What was I thinking?" He said quietly to himself before taking another sip of the aromatic sugary drink.
Omen sat alone in his bus seat row closest to the window. He took the occasional glaring around but there was nothing to see. A woman talking on a cell phone five seats back, an old man dozing off on the opposite side of the bus as him, and a mother and her two children carrying book bags that were apparently on their way to a school. The lack of people on the bus at this time of morning wasn't strange. Everything seemed average and expectable. Omen set his elbow on the windowsill and rested his head propped against his hand and sighed. The foreign boy that he had met at the bus stop's words echoed in his head while he let his mind wander and dream.
"I see a bright future for someone like yourself..."

His eyes darted over to his book bag laying on the floor partially opened. One of his medical books were poking out of the half unzipped bag. There was his future. That was going to his way to make a living. "A doctor... Doctor Ryker. Few years maybe..." He mumbled to himself for no real rhyme or reason. Just absentmindedly letting his thoughts flow. It seemed like a pretty good life from one point of view. Being a doctor paid well. It was respectable. It meant you were actually a valuable asset to society. Right?
"...and it seems like you want to be much more than just a doctor."

More than just a doctor? It sounded appealing. Only his reality was he had to make a living somehow. His mother was working part time since his father died. His loss meant that someone had to step up to provide for the family. He took his eyes off the books and went to stOmenng out the window at all the buildings they passed. You could be a hero, sure, but in the world we live in, being selfless only made you rich in character. Not rich in wealth. The look in his eyes seemed to turn duller the more he thought about it.

"...You may not be a superhero, but nothing is stopping you from becoming the hero you inspire to be."

He rubbed at his temple with his thumb while he thought over that line. How wrong could it get, is what Omen felt like asking. He didn't voice it. He felt tired. Not physically tired. More like he was... bored? Where he was headed just didn't seem so appealing anymore. It was starting to sound like a duty instead of something he really aspired to be. Did he really have the ambition to make a decision on a whim to just go out and try to save people following some dream of being some hero? It would be careless and stupid in the world he lived in. At the end of the day, life came first. Can't live without income.
"Ryker, you should choose your own destiny. Not follow the one society has laid out for you..."

Just as he recollected that thought, the bus had came to a stop at a pickup point to gather more passengers. Right there on the side of the bus stop was an advertisement for SINS needing recruits. It made Omen raise an eyebrow at all the possibility. He had heard of Shield a couple times on the news but he didn't know much about them, other than the fact that when you heard about some super powered rampaging behemoth on the news they were there on the front lines holding them off. He could've sworn they took up heroes for hire. Heroes of the 'special' variety. It seemed like a great idea. He could be a hero and they probably paid well too. It met all specifications you could say.

While he was still in daydream mode, the new passengers had boarded the bus. It started to pull off but before it managed to accelerate more than ten feet it jerked to a stop. Big surprise that almost no one had their seat belts on, including Omen. From his rested position of leaning on the windowsill, he ended up catching himself with both hands. "Ah! Damn it!" He said in a hushed exclamation. The blaring sound of a siren in the distance covered the swears of his vocalized pain. He choose a bad placement of his hands. A loose screw had punctured the palm of his hand.

When he held his hand in front of his face to look at the severity of it, instead he got to see the last of it finishing up with mending itself shut. He stared vacantly at it for a second. It always surprised him no matter how many times it happened, his regeneration. He wiped the little blood that managed to bleed out onto his sleeve before anyone caught on his his discreet little healing. As he did, the source of the siren flew past the front of the bus. An ambulance followed by a parade of police cars and fire trucks. His head turned so that he could follow their trail while they went by. In the distance he caught a glimpse of a towering smoke rising into the air. It could only mean one thing. "A fire..?" He said to himself.

He looked at his healed up hand again. This power that he had was going wasted not being used to help more if he could. That's when a reckless idea popped into his head. What if he went to go save the people inside the building from the fire? Although it sounded like the cliché origin story of some comic book hero, it was a real situation and people needed help.

Omen stood up just as the bus was beginning to gain momentum again. He yanked on the wire coil that signaled someone wanted to get off the bus. The driver hit the brakes again, making the bus rock on it's suspension once more and shake up the passengers a little more than they fancied. The out of shape tubby dark-skinned bearded man looked back at Omen. "Son, what's the matter with you?! This bus is five minutes late already! You trying to make it later?" Omen hesitantly made his way to the door while he stammered out, "Uh.. sorry. Almost missed my stop." He exited the bus with his eyes anchored to the end trails of the firetruck which he could still see and hear in the distance. The door sealed shut behind him and the bus pulled away.

He broke off into a sprint down the sidewalk. The people walking the streets were probably questioning what got into that boy, running like his life depended on it. If they could get a good glimpse of him wearing his book bag over his shoulder, then maybe they would assume he was just a college kid running late for some class. Only if. He looked up at a sign that he passed at once of the street corners. It read something about a speed limit, and he could've sworn it said thirty miles per hour. He looked beside himself to see a car. It was moving just as fast as him. No! He was moving just as fast as it? Was he always this fast? He pressed on without a hint of fatigue or tire.

There were more clusters of people down the path. He diverted his running to the street, darting into the traffic to merge. The idea sounded smarter in his head than it did on paper. Surprisingly, he started to outrun cars the faster his stride rate became. He started to smile and chuckle to himself out of the excitement of it all. It all seemed like something out of a fantasy. What if he was still on that bus, dreaming after he had fell asleep?

'SKURRRRRRRRD- BAM!' He had his answer. It had stuck him like a car moving at forty miles per hour coming down an intersection in his blind spot. Actually, that was what struck him. Omen felt his body go light for a little. Was he flying now in this little dream world his impulsively decided to live in? No. The impact had carried him into the air. With a impactive thud that was drowned out with a fanfare of horns from cars in every direction, Omen layed there motionless.

Like a heart beat he felt a pulse of pain rush through his body. It only seemed to last for an instance before it went away. He opened his eyes and looked up. His first thought? Man the skies sure cleared up fast today. It was as if the fact that getting hit by a car seemed like nothing to him right now. He set his head up a bit to look down at his body. His arm was busted and bleeding but it was already healing up good as new. Civilians of the sidewalk and car drivers alike started to approach the man who had just got hit by a car. Their expression were a mix of shocked, astounded, surprised, and some worried.

The first face he saw since getting knocked senseless was that of a frightened man. The driver of the car that hit him. He was scared that he had killed a guy most likely. His hearing finally adjusted from being hit so hard. It was like a dull white noise was all he heard until the guy started to speak. "Oh god man! Are you okay? Oh god! I'm so sorry man!" Omen shook his head while he was still on the ground. He sat up and started to say something, but before he could he noticed that a tooth had been knocked ajar in his mouth. He spat out the blood covered molar to the side and felt around the edges of his teeth with his tongue to see where the gap had been. Only there was none. Apparently it had regenerated. It made Omen hesitate before he said something.

"Don't worry about it." Omen picked himself up off the ground like nothing happened. That only made the car driver even more scared than before. "I.. are you sure man? We gotta get you to a hospital! Someone call an ambulance!" The guy kept looking Omen over. The look he was giving him was like the kind someone would make if they saw the living dead walking again. 'This is going to be a problem', Omen thought to himself. What was he to do? Just tell the guy he was some kind of super powered invincible person taking a leisurely stroll through a busy intersection? That would've probably worked. It wasn't as practical as just running away to leave the scene was though.

He left the crowd that had gathered in the dust. "Hey! Come back!" He heard vOmenous screams from the people. Mostly from the guy he got into the accident with. He felt that they would be better off without his explanation. After all, he had people to save from a burning building, right? He couldn't deny it. He felt really powerful right now. Like he could do anything. Maybe all this hero stuff was getting to his head. Maybe he was being immature. Those thoughts never crossed the budding hero inside Omen.

He had lost the firetruck, but he could still see the smoke rising into the air about five more blocks down a few more turns in the forks of the road. It seemed like smooth sailing from here on out. That is, until history repeated itself. Another car came at him, but this time he was ready. Just as it crossed his path, he instinctively leaped up by reflex. He stuck the landing without losing his baring in the middle of a cross walk, then he looked back. Did he just jump over a whole car? Was he always this fast, and agile? It was like this was all a trail run of what he could do. He looked up at the number of the street sign up on the street post that dictated what street he was on. Judging from the number, he had apparently ran about fifteen city blocks in less than seven minute's span. Even after he had ran all that, why didn't he get tired? Why did he feel so energetic right now? He shrugged off the questions and advanced down the street.

With each breath he could smell himself getting closer to the inferno. The smell of smoke. The smell of embers. The smell of smoldering things. It was all over the air. It made things suddenly feel so much more exhilarating. So much more real! He was so close! He turned down another corner and there he saw it. A Five story high apartment complex. The building wasn't isolated. It was build as a part of many apartments, connected side by side into other buildings. The fire fighters seemed to be all over keeping the fire from spreading by drenching the buildings next to it in water, breaking through the windows with their powerful hoses to was away any potential for the flames to catch. They had a barricade up to keep civilians back. Most were those that evacuated the building.

He looked amongst them first. His intentions were to save anyone if they were still stuck inside. The first problem he had to tackle was to actually see if anyone was in there. It would be foolish to just run into a burning building on a whim that someone was still in there. Not all comic book clichés were accurate in real life. He wasn't going to deny that the intensity of how the flames looked didn't make him rethink his plans. If anyone would know if there were people still inside, it would be the tenants of the place, or the people who lived there.

A man accompanied by a small crying child caught his attention. They were standing near the edge of the barricade. Omen got closer. He could hear the girl's cries better to decipher behind all the screaming that she was crying out for her mother. "Hey! Are there any people still in that building?" Omen placed a hand on the man's shoulder to get his attention. The guy turned around with a frightened look in his eye. "My wife! My wife is still in there!" He went back to stOmenng at the blazing inferno of a building pleading for his wife to come out okay.

Omen felt a small hand tug at his over coat. He glaring down to see the little girl looking up at him with a desperate look in her eye. "Please! Please save mama!" It was a sad sight. One that only made Omen want to break into that building even worse now. "Don't worry. I'll save your mother." The little girl let go of his jacket and nodded. Omen noticed the look in the girls eyes change somehow. What was it? Hope? Had he given hope to the crying eyes? It made him feel like a hero already.

Omen distanced himself away from the group in front of the building. There were officers forming a perimeter, along with the barricades and busy firefighters doing their job. He didn't want to interrupt them or possibly get in the way of their work. It wouldn't make him much of a hero if he acted recklessly and got in the way of the normal average everyday heroes.

The place was crawling with officers and firefighters. From the front and back of the building at that. Darting in would just bring him grief. He knew that the officers would either try to stop and restrain him from breaking in. The chance of that ending up in his favor was high, but he didn't want to risk it. Getting tackled or tazered by an officer like that would look bad on his record. Fighting an officer back would look even worse. If he was seen making his entrance there was a chance that they would send another firefighter inside. By the looks of how intense the flames were, he didn't want to add on to the people he would need to save.

He had to be covert. Only there was a problem. No entry point was out of sight enough. He wasn't skilled nor stealthy enough to take a different one, and time was ticking. The longer he spent standing around thinking it over, the longer that poor woman stayed helplessly trapped in the building. He was in too much of a rush to notice of cool and collected his thoughts were under pressure. Not that running into a burning building to chase after some hero dream was logical, mind you.

Omen came to the conclusion that if he was really going to do this, he had to act now. He was just about to get a running start. His heart was nearly beating out of his chest before he started running. Looking at the fire was like stOmenng a king cobra right in the eye. It psyched him out and caused him to hesitate. Before he could even take a step, a large explosion occurred on the second floor of the building. The flooring collapsed. He could tell that much just by the thunderous sound of all that wood framing hitting from the seven foot drop. Smoke furiously poured from the building. The husband of the woman inside started screaming her name. Omen couldn't make it out over all the other sounds around, but he knew just by intuition.

Out of all the smoke and haze from the flames spreading out, a dark figure could be seen carrying something out of his shoulder. Once freed from the curtain of smoke, the black yellow stripped wearing firefighter made himself and the woman he was carrying over his shoulder known. The people cheered for the marvelous rescue. Just by the skin of his teeth he managed to escape the final blast, he the fire fighter. The real hero here. Omen turned down an ally to get away from the scene. He didn't stay to watch the happy reunion between that woman, her husband and child. As much as he hated to admit it, he had failed. He couldn't do it after all in the end. He was too impulsive. He wasn't prepared. He found no reason to stick around. Becoming the hero he aspired to be would have to be a dream achieved on another day. He turned a corner onto a busy main street where he could disappear and go on acting like he was never there.
Omen sat twiddling its thumbs, the recent accident had recently just. This was quite distraught as you put his hand on the machine trying temper with the power controls it can be grabbed and thrust it around. This cause the machine to move faster and faster the machine actually nearly broke his arm after spending a more rampant. It increased in speed every single time and rotation spun and spun and spun. It quickly exploded after his arm started catching the slammed against the metal bar nearby. Cause the machine to stop in his rotation was a central part of the machine began to malfunction sparks began to fly and exploded, sending sparks flying everywhere hitting him and him in the face and everything is soon the huge first-generation pop from one of the pipes spewing into the area causing a massive amount of gambling metal doors immediately shut down closing them off from the world. This would cause a faltering in what he had assumed would be a bright future in the age of 18 he already been assured along into a long line of successful sciences. This would create huge urge for him everywhere and everything, but soon this would change people stroking his freak even though we still had ingenious mind, many things were blessed to be understood. This would cause more people problems in the future and have untold consequences, Newt Gingrich strength as he'd always been strongly skinny man. But his height which would just so unnatural and would not make any sense whatsoever. You would double the size beyond any tallest man in the world, he was now the largest human being that ever existed. He was Jane Norman as he towered over people made them look small and scrawny. His entire body room to extreme lengths, and it made him hard to communicate even have a relationship with anyone, as people automatically thought he was some sort of freak weirdo. His next few years six years with the karma, and will now go into further detail of Wisconsin to live in turmoil and stick to his studies in psychology. Which was something he was arrested but at the time that was his major, but that was quickly changed when he found the gamma radiation class, so he volunteered going to experiment. The salon to get engines but after entering the class he really thinks him it might be extremely dangerous and. In this would lead to his downfall, in the Indian research of nuclear physics or anything of that matter, he decided that he would stick to what he knew he would keep the psychology in cinema builds and lockups, is now use a big strong man they needed some way of defending himself. He didn't want mine people the public interest mindedness and change things, as the students possible handle mine has an unbreakable will. This is what he would attempt to do and would do so grateful with great force. After this he would continue to do this and continue set up his mind, this is little important for this was just the start of the years it never even wanted the 10 facilities are trigeminal right now he was just working on the psychology. We will start this chapter with day one day one of 10 day one of what he will become. On his first day in the cities really weren't very successful really didn't have much to do anything to do it all, it really wasn't something he expected to do to be so hard it was really quite complicated and 41 he was almost impossible. It would make it impossible for him to continue me this is a venture and the students slight world. So he decided just freeze he would go to the park on his first day of the accident inside the bin doubled to 12 foot three. This would scare many pedestrians walk across or walked around the park he said outside of his house and he started to walk down the stairs he would notice something on to the corner of his eye he knows the lady was stOmenng at him is recommended and also in difficult to go downstairs so we had to almost crouches have been as he went down the stairs even though the stairs from immensely tall it's taken to go halfway down before he could even bring that up. The doorways of make it impossible for the amount he would literally have a complicated procedure to go to get the doorways, but currently he had none of this you came into the building only one time after his giant size so it really only been two. Two or three times. The lady across from him was stOmenng as gargantuan size wondering what this monster was worried we would do what he could do session for their and simply stare at him. So he would continually pushing move forward down the stairs eventually would reach the flat footing of the floor the marble metallic floor that was surrounded by a veil of spotted black diamonds. He would continue his weight woman the whole entire time stared at him as if he was some kind of monster this meeting take great offense he looked in. Woman dies that talk off. That is all he would need to say

that's all he wanted secular he wasn't feel like dealing with people who are ignorant when it happened to him or even cared to look at and we are. Is he which continue moving up continue moving down and forward towards the entrance he didn't care what people thought of what they would do him or even significant sieges continue down the stairs. This was his choice and this is what you would do with his life he was going to decided that's what he would do and there was nothing anyone could stop them to do. He was good to be ignorant and not care about anyone besides himself, that admitting decision today, that he would make sure that you make this point of the foolish and he would care for no one and only love himself. With this decided now it would make it possible for him to continue his ways, he decided to the part you some observation for psychology coupon cost crash that, because he really didn't have any books or anything he could use to help him with that he would just decide to go on this way and is a little routes and that would be his decision. So we continue walking outside he made it to the door luckily this time. But now is on the streets he towered over everyone making them look as small mere baby infants. And he never wore shared in the problem ladies wear short scratch that problem that is why you can wear shared with you really feel like Esau hit the big muscles he could show them off. But this would more likely frighten people and his muscles were protesting to enormous, it looked as though he can lift up semi with a single arm flinch. And that would cause problems as people become unfunny and be scared to death, and as he continued towards the park he will begin the steroid was wearing all kinds of things were said it may want to screen your needed one to lash out he didn't know what to delete his continued his walk. He shrugged his shoulders and his eyes down he kept his shoulders very low and very tense he was wanting to punch hurt any of the people now. But he gives a thought nothing only cause trouble for himself yet know what they scratch that he had no idea what he could do what he was capable of so we decided to just keep his mouth shut and do nothing. He continued his walk along the sunny part scratch that he continued his walk along the sunny sidewalk. Some Blair behind his back making the right scratch that the some Blair behind his back making the sidewalk extremely hot in even notice it for some reason he wasn't sure why he didn't feel any heat or anything at all. It just felt like a normal dating him, so you continue his walk down the pathway towards the park he continued keep going and keep going and going. That was his decision immensely with do you keep the kept going in eventually drench the park after a while of walking. People were still looking at him funny but he decided men whatever it's not a big deal. He decided to go it and scout out the area looked at the area has multiple trees sprouted up all along the place, it had a green grass variable shall one side with the cut straight through the middle. This was a Manhattan Park but it was good enough for him he quickly walked up and sit on the bench nearby. He could see people walking their dogs giggling and laughing but every so often someone would notice him sitting on the bench and look at him funny he wasn't sure why. It wasn't like a normal scared look it was like a a almost a eccentric woe to you would use not see something and so he decided to stand up and when he stood up he realized what happened. As he turned around he saw the bench that he'd been sitting on the broken free of the bars that had called him up. It was only wooden benches so was easily broken by heavyweight and that indicates that made him extremely worried, he hadn't checked his waiter how much later, she could lift or anything like that. Maybe use that instead of looking at studying people because most of them anyway the fee without him they would run away or get scared. He can do a psychological analysis of fast trinket and other people's mind the you really didn't have an aptitude for it himself he would have to learn trying to get better at this for defenses against people who could do things like this. After breaking these the bench he decided it was time to go you standing there looking, five anyone please offer us to make him pay for it as yet no money at all. Is even his own parents had sent a message on his phone had been disowned him, so therefore he decided it was time to move and get out of here. He quickly began to run and respect something was on the in the running the giant holes in the ground humongous holes this is for the crushed the ground itself. He was traveling extremely fast by the timing or the rent is running smack dab into next to the building quickly abruptly stopped himself leaving a giant trail screeching across the street and across the sidewalk. This made it very obvious where he was he decided maybe you should walk is this destination will now change to a nearby gym he attempted to go to a while ago but it hasn't been very stressful. Ms. never really strong and never had any great strength. So he decided to keep going when he ran forward and kept yelling and he was still leaving giant holes in the ground but right now even care he's making test and he could hear people already clamoring around the holes looking at the giant men and even her people on the phone with 911. During property damage and the Holcomb monster and all kinds of things. He continued his walk average price it slow down because you can't damage even when the trail eventually it passed down the people obviously knew it was new he would just delaying the FROM coming in talking to him in a few minutes he didn't plan to work off you didn't want to these officers could do anything anyways decided it was time to check the gym and see what he can do. He walked in and they were very big muscular men are strong but he was much bigger and much more bill to make it ever be in their entire lifetime. Even though this was a professional gym and he felt as if he could do much more weight they were doing. You know why is the way it's actually looks huge in the numerous to, for some reason his body was just telling him this is easy. So you decided that now it was his time to continue to the listing for the cops would show up you when you get a good estimate of what its capabilities were going to do, he even asked the biggest and strongest man looking man to punch him is hardly cut he would walk up to the man the man wouldn't look at him oddly any was little bit scary innocently asked him to please punch me sorry you can't in a memo to employees share the. He replied with if you don't SNAP your neck this infuriated the man started to be in Wayland. Something was odd though he felt nothing is punch is announced off of his skin as if they were nothing increasing your the man stripped hauler humans looks as if he's about to cry. His hands been battered and bruised as if they been hitting a steel wall his armor in armor on his skin stainless steel. Is what he was thinking it really wasn't steel but skin was strangely complex compact and extremely strong and tough? This would make it almost possible for them to be killed but it also worried this would this have other things in impacts his wife we obviously do other things we not nearly do all kinds of different things. When asked if he wasn't yet sure yet. You value the cops motioning outside you the sirens in the scene almost would be like an entire force swipe cards policemen and offices of all kinds of sheets. You heard them yelling and screaming that he needed to test the strength first before he did anything but quickly went over to the nearest bench manager had stacked up on their 500 pounds or more in this was 90 families that use being assisted by partners they were trying to max two is very limited. Pick this up in with one hand leaning over the bench he could easily curl it even programmers had with one hand this the baby weight it was nothing compared to what he could do. He decided now was time to switch weights he quickly walked over and when he walked over to the next rack in racket thousand 2000 pounds. This is Mr. bench Brett's scratch that this was meant for like us in the many been doing was big bogeyman he been pressing with all his might have looked like. He was even able to he still had assistance from part C decided to lift up the bell that was the rack of weights that was set by find them but present you with an over 720 begins waitlist Joseph was moved is nothing he could twirl it between his fingers as if it was no weight at all he would throw it) catch and throw it and catch and throw it and catch it. It was nothing he quickly through the rack back on he now knew that history is far superior than anything can ever event. This would make them decide below more confident with Lisa C quickly started the had to do towards the door tripping and tackling overweight and other things and even people the cops immediately told him stop right where you are not the guns pointed at him and his station even this one squatted behind the cars in it now fanned doubts surround and wasn't sure what would happen all he knew was he didn't want to go to jail and he couldn't pay for this. Thought maybe with my legs I can jump to numerous height and make things possible that no one could ever believe. He quickly decided now was time to test his abilities the men began to five points each vOmenous sounds would come off and fired up against the skin. This wasn't much effectively felt nothing it is not confiscated if it was nothing but a boy shooting with a Nerf gun. He was surprised with… It was nothingness it felt easy felt like he could do anything that will help the offense he was flying in the air even though the RPG launcher scratch that even the grenade launcher that it fired at him bounced off the skin and exploded next to me fell just intensely compete in nothing less he was was unsure what kind of must-read become but for some reason he liked what he could do it was shared that this could be helpful in any was hopeful in what events could he do. Maybe can help the world maybe fix himself maybe you can do anything he wanted. I default to their he jumped way too high he was flying hundreds and hundreds of feet into the air he this is extremely unexpected as you voltage is higher and higher into the air this was impossible it's speeded increased exponentially in strength that increased exponentially everything about unlimited priest into increasing the same levels. This made him unsure about how to be be the straw how could he be as powerful what could he do with it. Are you both higher and higher-Eric speed increased and he kept going faster and faster air this was unexpected.

The travels must be increased to increasing bull high levels. He was not reaching the sky is the limit was the man he was everything you never wanted to be right now is only the Phyllis Kenney filled air every splashing into a. His fellow me think of the fill-in all in the cops bullets sprayed in a new and completely he was not too far for the shoot. Even the sniper bullets were fired off and bouncing office in they could meet the damages he felt informal phallic and anything can happen. Something he noticed he started to descend down to earth something on bounced their demand that many were down below him had it it had extraordinary things happen to them when he folded off you destroy the entire front of the store in the cop cars the been thrown extremely high into the air and the Minutemen bounced back and now you a the cops to find anymore viciously for ages than a few pups in a few pellets every now and then the initial barrage was not a full-fledged fire. They didn't think would be that hard to take down but he was still alive and you still find even the snipers or far away he can now track on did and he continued his pace towards the pH was a sniper smashing of the destroy cop cars smashing into the giant and throwing it 50 feet of their you move that's one advantage if it was heavily chucked it with the shoulder brunt force it completely smashed deeply and three and it was no use if metal was week he was strong. He continued snipers went that far out they were actually only a few blocks over on high building. Need one jump training misfire he completely missed were you aiming for he explained right in front of the police officer smashing causing ability entire building shake, with every giant stroking me with his giant feed a massive earthquake with underway anywhere near him. This earthquake was extremely powerful and because the wind shakes violently and lose their footing and fall over quite easily I might add. His incredible capabilities and powers made him extremely powerful medium extremely tough this allowed him to do anything and make anything he wanted now enact what you plan on doing with it. Wasn't sure if you'd be a villain or contact now that discussion came up. He although did see strange girl that he was quietly interested in he had no idea where she was now the one to find anyone to help her out. She saw on the news it was a big story about how some hero in California and stopped her with a single glitch the flames it. Nowhere, he wondered if those flames themselves would hurt him at all or if they would just retard an office in his use this deal is stone and the heat would not even affect night in the chambers from truly complex fire. If you could take sniper bullets he wondered what kind it would flames you would use with a instant. He did was probably withstand massive amounts of friction in massive amounts of things like that, but he decided not not to do it yet or railway. Only been taking the shield recently at quite a commotion at the nearby prison it was me all over the news and some national emergency by villains, even though nobody heard of major villain operate. It's just that many officers lost their life to chief K 50 policemen and this is quite probable even though that was a problem. He really didn't care she seemed interesting enough we wanted from Wikimedia and see what she could do seem to be quite stronger self maybe she had superhuman strength or maybe she was a toned down version superhuman strength he was really sure what she was her who she wants, only knew is that choosing sexual international prison which was an unknown location and he wanted to find anyone to deal with the cards as the ball to bounce off him as a pile of pebbles thrown at him. This would not kill no this is merely strike him with a little pain otherwise this was useless this can make them stronger teaming up with this girl. He now wanted to find a superhuman powers but he wanted to find other people but he wasn't sure how or why you would. He is now questioning everything about us-what he wanted to do with himself he didn't know he wasn't sure she gets a good idea and you should meet many thoughts and questions rose through his mind flaming is that. He wasn't sure exactly what you wanted to your where he wanted to go so he decided that maybe he would just try and find something or some way to prove he thinks. With a superhuman strength and superhuman power and ability this day one of his powers had become extremely useful. He decided now after flying towards the caught the snipers that he broke away from the situation and just get out here. He started make false increasing in speed becoming over 200 mi./h's flying through the wings of the street making it impossible for anyone to catch him even helicopters the pace cannot keep up with them. He eventually made it found himself on the very outskirts of the ability. This is where you would start his training and this is his plateau of deep deep deep training. He would start to homes villages. Natalie is going to try to do. But for now he decided it was best to round up some food before he would start his actual training and run up food of course you would need to find some pray. Resuming outskirts Dahlia and well it took a while of traveling for him to actually reach the forest and now the use of force it had many boulders and things like that nicely freshwater lake and you also wanted to find some animals to kill if not with the superhuman strength is groomed you would be very easy to find him find anything actually. So he decided to start making his way to the place he would find the silly little rabbits and silly little you had no idea what that it was coming. City running senses had increased all but he was able to rendezvous the quick pace. He kept traveling to the force deeper and deeper into a tree throughout our life with and you meet your needs tax well the need to make sure at the urgent need to cite the pound. Continue moving and traveling to the area. After moving faster than the area finally found something on his way on the and it is animals is a person and very a will of the forearms the person with weight on villages of the room you the person that everything else is normal though but it looked as though they had some kind of deformity of some kind. He walked up to the person asking them who they were or what they were doing out here, the person turnaround streams crazy how beOmenng giant monkey like Keith. He just now realized by seeing her boob used. Any started to be in pound on her chest's trying to intimidate him she didn't know that he could Flickr killer and instant. She wouldn't speak to she said nothing she continued her aggressive stance to continue pounding your chest moving forward towards him and trying to push him. She was useless against you had enough is he simply backhanded Persinger flying to retreat she slammed into the ground in sheer money he would decide that maybe he's eager to know how the cannibalism might you ask for right now he was really sure what she was. So he would simply leave her there hoping she didn't break anything because the starving to death with the terrible and it also weeks to meet. You are a track is my non-survival now and that's what is mine would be tracked on surviving in the wild and he needed to spend the next day figuring out what are you doing I was going to do it, PC I needed to custom sports he originally thought he was going to train but now that seem to change as training it seems important has been able survive it realizes biasing this woman was in a fragile she wants there's no way that's week because he could feel her giant muscles out the answer it seems as if you lost almost strength may be to help her the mediator he was really sure. If it came down to it he would do it without his only choice I I him and he kept his travels into decent, and to continue moving towards the intake. Forced finally was able to see something. It's a large dealer about the two beasts precise. Were stalking around each other boxing and ramming it seems that is the perfect time to kill and eat both, he quickly ran towards them they had no time to react if they were both fighting. He quickly slammed into both of them throwing and fashion them into the ground you with both his arms) in Mexico quick twist his arms back and forth ripping and heating their neck was a good position to snap up but you eventually squeezed to death into life out of. This was enough to chances for strength squeezes what you can and he continued to squeeze humility ripped off the had them they were now bleeding sticking on the ground with the last nerves being sent. We felt like a monster for a second felt we just done was wrong but he knew it was her survival through, he was The heads it was getting into the girl we decided not to she might be dead by now it was really sure. So you continued his movement strewn throughout place. He decided that now is the time to fight and train a little but now that he got something to eat. But now we need worry about water and it started to seem like the him that every single time he made some kind of beeper and he had to backtrack and find something else that you something else to survive. He continued down this path of curing the giant deer carcasses with them when they were waitlisted him they felt like they were nothing. He was backtracking extracts his first trail he laid down is not where he was actually going to somewhere totally different trail demonstrate up and found nothing. Just the area where he had quickly find the old lady and she was now on the ground crawling and screaming like a monkey. Jesus I hate she decided that she was going to be rebellious against him screech. Period is responsibly to throw simple. Towards her met with but you would do. He was covered in blood although but he really didn't care. You go back to the waterfall wash off. He finally found his original steps and began to walk backwards and thought maybe you need to make a trail actual halfling for him to travel in. And you would maybe one day after a while takes place. Any idea of time now the younger the days of flyby. But now he was at the waterfall is thinking had stopped he began to realize what you plan to do and defined by what he needed a accuracy use firewood scratch that need to find firewood accurately. Not can't not voice the defining document of firewood that we need to light a fire and configure. Cindy started the drinks of water from pond and this began to make an urge almost a feeding frenzy begin to drink and drink and drink and drink pretty soon the 10 m radius lawn and put to been deducted by meter in Utah read both of your cards simply grabbed them and through them across the side and it made him extremely full. But now his body it seems satisfied of somewhat guards, he knows that it is time tonight against powers maybe could use the wood for chaining maybe to become more precise strikes, hitting the girl he had no idea how much force to use against her he wasn't even sure of the actual capabilities it would be hard to test and register current strength. So he decided that he would continue his journey into the forest this kind of stuff in the ground to create some sort of a trail Midgley, nice clearing of trees that were trying to pay me to build a mouse this would take some time for him is Lee would focus on for the next week. He would start by chopping off treats but every time he tried to jump news isn't much force it within them flying out of control sledding and other trees breaking and ending of Mark net selling it to begin to become more precise strength precision was he continued to smash into the trees of the signing extremity Miguel are more accurate the strength making little more control uses precision to cut the firewood up it wasn't it was very oddly shaped. But it was not enough he would need for Nighthawk in many ways easily with scarily thing still the heat he was unsure of what kind of abilities that again with his durability. Unified and effective was that cold didn't. So you quickly sit down and wait with pretty numerous thing to happen. After the jump of the day you decided stunning rest had taken three hours for him to chop up some sort of firewood it really didn't look like fireball was kind of raw and uncut and unshaven beside this book would do for now he also knew he needed to create a much larger larger place for his firehouse. And he would call firehouse because he decided that he would make a fire pit that directs Internet be the center of it, so that's when he decided to name the firehouse. Now he also decided maybe you can make a ravine or some kind of cut that would lead the water and his house and even have a pool water and fire within the next few days working on his foot chopping skills for they were quite poor right now. Each day passed by he was chopping it would over and over again chopping and shopping and shopping he finally got a somewhat accuracy please still is not good at it, but at the end of the week he found something on the monkey: two-year-old single of symptoms were present it was pants pants and top. Maybe his principled money look down and they were ragged and worn holes reported that, and this likes that she given them were nice and pretty it starts like to kind of old and outwitted them for some reason the woman seemed even know his pants size. This can be quite a shock that is resting place which was only a fire pit right now of all a large bulky chunks of wood. So now he now thought that you had been watching midnight when he slept he made his own little sort of bad after but really was not much are comfortable of all. Maybe she was trying to maybe think you'd feel more comfortable with a pair of pants on that or three years old. They are custom-made to science we slipped them on decided this would be good for now maybe we thought he could leave out food and start leaving extracts from any dearer rabbits are animals you would kill. The been able to attain more certainly wasn't ripping had thought he was more just squid killing the animals quickly. He continued his style of killing for a while but eventually he began to try and kill them as quickly as possible and started straight of speed while he killed them. Another few weeks I is now been three weeks in the wilderness he'd it's still been terribly poor at chopping and make accurate types of firewood or types of plank for his house. So you would just continue his work on it you're going get this right into the largest biggest firehouse he could possibly make. The analysis decision on that. As the days wore on he continued to notice that every week or so she would bring him food and the straps that he set out to eat and even the pool he been making currently for the foundation so he could be lazy and not have to travel with the waterfall is work on his fire tilting and wood building of his house which he now finally form some sort of faith which actually was starting to look nice. They continually try to work and shopping makers chopping them up. He related how much knowledge of anything right now but he decided that didn't really matter he would just continue his work on the would continue scratching it messing and fixing it up. This would be his decision for right now and he made many decision in the states and these were all very important to himself. He had liked the idea of being able to choose his own will and not have to worry about the cops busting in or anything like that he disappeared off the radar unit is still in Dahlia and be quite hard to find in the steeped in forests. It's what you know is when he was jumping in supplying its own direct that he'd actually ended up in Canada. He still thought it was Dahlia but that's relayed and this is quite odd for him because he'd assumed he was there but he didn't know, the deep wilderness was almost impossible to find anybody or anything or anyone. Back to the firewood chopping decided to make sculptures and dry mix of significant make a sculpture of some kind. Least make of house that was dirty and strong. He used the foundation now to start making some sort of the bad he didn't have any possible, but each time look and search for animals or anything that could use it eventually was able to pile enough person pelts by using his own and the cut off the pelts which he had been working on for a while now two after each cut animal. The pelts now formed a nice full that he really only had some sort of an elevated stature not a real bed but still some sort of something better than nothing fact. He continued his deliver work on his house now form some sort of a wall any form some sort of a empty doorway he really was only about 2 feet I need to make a much bigger though was now 100 feet wide most of the trees he torn up smash the dirt and formed a very flat area. By this time there are even a few months and he continues working and aggravated assault pounding into the dirt and pounding into it each time trying to make a plan and then he would stop sliced cut would work on sculptures of all kinds making from females to hold us to anything he could think of. His imagination was his limit any continue make things even try to make a sculpture of a woman. They really never talked reason saw each other at all ever. But they had some kind of mutual really. She brings an pants and underwear and he brings her food. And that was agreement that was all he also realizes the water he'd been bathing in to get off the pleasant things not working it started to the water would collect and this made him decide that maybe he should start changing up where he stayed so instead of bathing his body would start using in making status of Virchow that would absorb water he would shave off of her and make all kinds of things the first coat trying anything to blow off none of this work of course well. So we continue bathing the water but this time he tried to set some kind of filter system he would start to shop where they make it's specifically designed area to wash off beaten but but you also makes some kind of filter system that would cut off the blood and bring it back forward facing small nets from the deerskin. He continued his work on the system essentially been able perfect at it now been three months and he really had not done much of anything at all with anything. You'd been boring he just paid a house you just now finished the house back finally, he worked a lot and David's house as gentle as he began adding furniture periods of an out of his house of the to be decided maybe it was time to start actually training himself and molecular strength was or how you do it but he knew that he would have to do it newly had to do this thing. Urgently. It is without a you would simply just become stature that his powers and abilities for the finality could do, as first test of his vehicle pretty how much will you stand, you really have higher night sometimes the blog tonight any breakup feeling perfectly fine without any cold or anything like that that sort. To notice me to wonder what the abilities of our work is, with a totally useless against them. This way you would start traveling further and further north you have adjusted the method used some old tricks you Boy Scout find the North and the mainstream went directly the area make sure you have to turn around exactly the same area. Even left a trail you try to drill least plan on heading directly towards the farther north boy to get being traveling to travel with set off ERA meeting Gil Pearson Meet this even left to a full-size innocent next to the place of his hut and you leave it there published a enormous huge and hopefully you decidedly the note of sorts on some scratch with saying you can stay long gone rate very intended to it nicely I should be back in a few months. He began to decide that on his way up there testing the cold he would try and see how strong his legs were how powerful is when, and how quickly you move run. He began to run great job easily sprinted back to the legal and top out about 20 miles you really have adjustment events we have guests he was heading to the forest, his editor jumping jumping speaking to increase exponentially. The speed increase in faster and faster and faster people don't thousands feel most of you think. He jumped in voltage and moving quicker and quicker quicker and quicker, you wonder how fast he was going and how far the stuff you didn't know willy-nilly to becoming extremely high and extremely far. Every time he jumped he couldn't even see the area been previously. So you would jump jump jump eventually became some sort. This was not cold enough yet for the this is not a good test we continue heading north, eventually use continuing North after killing and eating animals in the nearby area he said to stack up well. It seemed as if in the distance all was white and still and he got a good estimate of how strength was jumping and things like that he got very constant that he's accustomed to strengthen private preciseness of it. You'd are you learn these two things in decided now that it was decision to figure out was cold as is, he `multiple kills of animals in game and drag the mall next to. Him he was heading directly in decided that it be easy back place but he also carries animals of them just in case you could get back. Continues trials further and further from eventually after cracking through ice and smashing having many occasions dumping the vendor cold water between the vasectomies felt normal again. Decided it was time it indicated as you place the coldest place he could think of possible. He couldn't tell something was odd it was freezing cold personal animal site it was ran out of food newsletter already on his last animal. He was eating it very sparingly. So he decided maybe it was time back baby was time to leave baby wasn't time for him to test the school. But he wanted to would simply dive the ocean, you have not used as diagnostic The Waterford house on housing nothing he felt nothing noble is no temperature changes body at all, he felt the same fields and drop you feel numbness he felt nothing this. But while a normal feeling but not nothing is more like a felt nothing is coming from the cold. The fish has been snapped up and down. He continued this way of thinking in this way of power. The authorities portable make you do anything wonder what his moments where you wonder how strong he was fewer than Amazon she wouldn't let him humorously vast numbers of things that you could do. Times were extraordinary never quite exciting to he wasn't really sure what he could do with them aware how he could do the he just knew that unique could be exceptionally well. He started make his way back he means travels down towards the beginning traveling smashing Judy asked if he left of the full path for a while but eventually sociopaths. See the cracks in the ice that inserted reach the tundra is but have entirely disappeared. He was now leading blind bring straight towards the direction is couple of water with a small little metal piece was helping him video view eventually find it. The you moving its jumping trials continue going further and further and further and further after traveling for hours with the hours upon hours you not Phoenix University finally came upon salinity the campground road and he was unsure of how we rose you pass the past few honest travels doesn't seem to be stuck is with she thought maybe his first time help, is he a precise he was with the strength. You said it help him he stopped down in these begin speaking below where youths gather my things like no I'm here to help you its shouts and reply needed more than the think you're some kind of monster he he simply lifted up the truck with one hand and placed out of the way of the ditch. At the Manning got stuck in the man thanked him and he drove off to you the man of the entire time still escaped death of them is the he was going to kill him and minute. His muscles grown even bigger from previously was known strictly rip extremely muscular he was quite scary the beast. He continued his journey going same way many give him some sort corrections of where he was at work so he was lawful speculations the likely due to to him faithfully traveling his miniature odd compass of metal and water it would help him arrive in the fractionation or the general area the familiar areas of his own. After jumping for what would seem like days and months eventually reach the area of waiver that look sort of familiar themes of the forest was there, he began to see if half the distance it seemed like as if they had not been thus arrested over the month that he be gone they seem to be exactly the same as for what he laughed. Maybe the woman had been there quickly would start walking down the path continued moving on area but something had a strong something was off about this area was completely wrong. Soon he saw the woman stretched into his next to his cabinet he finally reached. After quickly walking at brisk pace saw her bloody and dead bolts or wounds were everywhere and noticed small details of chart sales and cartridges he wasn't sure who was here but something was here to be killed or something was hunting. Was its shield was that the government will wasn't what was going on he wasn't sure he decided he would stay here find out he was very worried about the woman she'd been shot up he and he was sure she was dead. She lifted him up her up off the ground you would have said some sort of a tear, as he literally come too late thought maybe they were still in the area. Killing a woman down as for bad, he began to turn around and realizes removing the parties wooden furniture and use with stacks of close that she given and was ripped and torn apart as if they were looking forms of fantasy capacitance yet no such thing but they they were still looking for him is what seemed like. He had no knowledge or anything of boards. He would decide to find out what was going on he jumped forward out of the house scratch that left the house closing door slowly the places enormous. No woman would probably feel small and there is no she'd been living there for probably the most likely since he shoes look like these issues defending the house. Jim's Heidi could but he saw nothing nothing at all he could see roads in the distance but nothing of value or anything like that only solid emptiness empty force it back in the forest roads every so trailing entering the edges of the part of what you would center apart or of roaches faxing through the part of places. He was in Canada all and no places really had some strict line a road that correctly looked anything American it was more of a style of trails and pass new pavement roads or anything like that. The solid and he thought you would release the overseeing anything but he saw nothing nothing was nothing is nothing anything not one single thing. After searching looking for hours in the air by jumping full to himself higher-level but each time he realized he could find nothing or see nothing yet complete control over his body now by now but it wasn't capable of him to find anything it's anything in the distance is even have the super site or anything like that he hoped that you would build find people babies come back from maybe they would ask the area maybe she said he was a hearing was never coming back maybe it is that anything, but is more worried by how the news area we been going on maybe been tracking woman going back to the house maybe she was still coming back, he decided before he before you adventure venture toward the waterhole and get something to drink you check the room and she saw a lot of odd things that are not women are more technological appliances resume the generated that input and she put a lot of things in air-conditioning unit everything generates seem to work fine and you had lawful power self-loathing for it so it seemed she'd made this her home and made it very well heated minority have honors month. He was gone for almost an entire year is travels, and even that short travel distance it to trim for a long days and nights streets of place and even though you might think that it would not take that long for him he made many pit stops many training exercise along that route which is not to be divulged right now for his deep secrets of the immense power that he found out on the way there is more the man you had regained substrate strength in his abilities now. He couldn't see anything in the room now anything new maybe abutted she deftly been making trips to the city and nearby city but he had no idea were any fees were anything was maybe she made up after trail some time that she defined. The woman was still passed out colder – he was really sure you not try to check her pulse yet he was too scared to frighten the thing that she was dead. Moving on is trying to look for any signs thinking that happened he assumed it was most likely shield or some other agency looking for he would try and find take the metal analysis: that's what he wanted to do you look for anything anyone fight now that was his goal. He was going to venture death if she did die he was a medical doctor in yet no idea where he was or how long would taken to get to a doctor, Sweden should probably be dead. More like she was most likely sitting dead in the water now. After that he began to walk around the mileage looks pretty dirt trails and finally found to tire tracks that lead on the convoy you looking for the as some of the tracks were not the same. They moved in shift to cite the industry for run towards extracts in the hope of finding something or someone he sprinted faster and faster and faster eventually was capable of finding something. It looked like they'd recently set up a cave campsite and he decided this abuse place for you at strike and attack them with this on his back he would try to fight them off and kill them all. He was angry with them for what they did so he would make sure they didn't have the breath to do anything about it he would fight and kill them in one single blow up. But it wasn't like how he thought was good to be it was impossible find he couldn't see anyone or anything you were gone to the spirit no matter how fast you render her fasting moved the couldn't find anything or anyone or any ruminants of anything or any person. You need down the trail looking for a site of a person or anything is the sole nothing, only solid tracks that get going going going how fast these people move. He then realizes she didn't like that for a while and that most likely meant she was that she didn't look dead but he felt that for some reason something was off. Maybe she was a life insurance is holding on abductor in her time of need, maybe they hadn't left a long time ago and he was just now realizing this and this infuriated them to the point of anger. He'd been transformed like this for a while and for some reason now he was starting to lose control and it was not the sort of control they think he was losing control of himself Spidey's actions. Started to thrash around smash to anything you find cracking open and destroy the ground pound to the church smash anything he could find sure anyone he could see your anything but there was no one around locally. He continued this anger toddlers rants of fighting and showing things. And suddenly he began to become smaller and smaller and smaller eventually you realize that the return was for side for the first time in year is capable of returning to his original size and become a normal person again, but this didn't last for long began becoming. In the end increase in size once again become stronger and bigger and tougher than before the strength increased again his body began to both out and become bigger and larger. This was not over yet he still had the strength that was weird that never happened before something was seriously wrong he would soon find out the five years that something had happened sure what would happen to him next. So he discontinued his ways continues with the following shield agent you would know you find. The media which allegiance he thought video something else in there someone else think they were something looking from humans they could be anything you can think of to the suitable mouth things. It seems to him that his anger had brought him something new is powered increase triple he could fill it newfound strength in anything he could do strength increased tenfold this power was the new report and measurable.

He said it was now time to go after the assailants a continuous path sprinting down the move and the asserted increase speed increase be even further Moving and moving and moving faster the speed of doubles he was now heading quickly towards the cars were close there was many of you decided it's time to smash and brash. He quickly ran up towards the nearest one scratch that he began to approach Amica now see in the distance they were getting closer and closer he could see them he decided now was time to destroy them he jumped with when properly he flew streaming high smashing onto the tops of the cars began to rip and tear through it. After ripping through the first widely found using group of shield agents who are all destined for year end up smashing their faces and throwing them out of place killing and snapping pics showing them killing first floor and quickly going to ingrained attitudes heads together and stronger brings. After doing this huge leap to the next car the car started increase speed but it was useless computer in the smash and destroy the second car ripping the people out and throwing them onto the dirt road he began to plot the metal smashing Stewart pushing through it and destroying anything or anyone who would drink it this way this was what he was going to he was going to kill and maim anyone who is in his way he had no remorse for any of us he wanted them all day you would see the blood rain on the ground. He had no idea why they did this the guns reduce consumed amid the menu decided to get out of the two cars and leaving front firing bullets bounced off as they were nothing but weaknesses he continued his fight towards the men punched in the face. Men were bouncing and throwing a false ripped off the hood of the car and shut the nearby person that slammed into them regarding your fifth. Facilitates sort of friendly running around trying to stop this monster there was nothing they could do is to strong is too powerful, he continued beating towards him punching them in destroying them ripping their jobs from either my office he was a complete massacres he destroy anything and anyone in the way. After eventually finishing off the remaining agents in their it he laid in a pool of blood with two destroyed cars going down the linear road in the other two in a soulless robot formation flipped upside down with playing chili and spilled all over the place, after the destruction of the agency knew someone would come from he wasn't ready for it but he knew they would come. He ran back to the story scratch that. Back to his site and begin to wake there he stood there stood there and did nothing all day he just sat there for an entire day muddling his feet and moving around he really didn't have much to do anything you want to do the cottages sit there and do nothing at all this is all he wanted to do for a while this is all he could do anything with it. It's a very comp. For me wasn't sure what would happen with the meeting would happen knew they had radioed in for backup but how long would it take to make a massive solo on this house the two days weeks years or anything what would happen to her how would they attack how would you go about it what would they do was anything he should be worried for watching out for. His minds. And things like that is large size medium foldable target and I was starting to slow down again began becomes more human now is a regular person uses old self. He began to freak out at Mori Scotland to left a minivan scream and cry into all kinds of things you know what to do began to slam his head against the table repeatedly over and over and over and over again eventually his head he began to come bigger larger and become stronger. And now he's backed himself he didn't understand realize that these veins of all was that he could never become stronger and with the was in some metaphysical maintain the meat and severe he could just get a straight continue to have some physical pain is now his head was actually hurting party was slamming instead. He continued his anger accident continue moving in and fight with doing anything you could use an angry person renowned methylene units all he wanted to be it was really sure why he was so pastoral I was so angry but he did know that. He was fighting with himself constantly now every day he came about over his mind and his body immediately fixes your fixes himself. Look at himself and he began talking to himself and set up on barriers against himself swell out and become more complex person allowed them to bring out psychic instruments of life. Allow him to set up barriers and allow him to protect himself after I decided was to leave he couldn't stay here forever even though he wanted to so knew he would have to leave. He began to pack his things or anything did as he left a given place one goodbye and he began to ask the place. As he did he give you the swarms of God and was sounding sirens and things of that such. Finally converged on place in the private would look like an army in one handle this so he decided it was time to just leave he ran for the place and kept running as fast as he could he ran further and further and further away continuing the space. The strength of increased from this running pace running from cops even doing this for months now and he continued running and running and running and running. This was his life he ran from the cops forever and will depart for always. This was his next occupation was just a runaway and to never come back he would spend endless amounts of years which is running in trying to understand himself and become under control with power he had this is his life is what you do. He really couldn't explain how we had to do or why he had to do it it's just something I had to do if he could control himself with you, monster an evil person he needed this mutability this is transports and only took a little matter of time it took it such a short, and became huge and massive than the single bound pathway is so impressive and strength numerals in his power was powerful he could become anything or anyone he wanted. At least that's how he felt in this wasn't true that fellow power given that field of just open strength and power, began became almost drunk on the power was stingy with the strength it was odd for him because you'd never been the type of person that's would begin the head on forward's mind. United 90 of his confidence and strength that was a little different than other things he wanted to but that for now you have to deal with at this began to gain strength each day of the running should can never catch him nor they with a predicted after a while should stop chasing him. He began to settle down and wait any decided that maybe now is the best time to run he decided it was good time to give it a break and at times he know relaxin do things you want to do that constantly run from the police or anything like that. He did to himself all in Washington DC and this is where you probably stay for a while he decided that that's what he wanted to do for current time. The discount of moped around and did nothing all day nearly didn't have much to do is been quite boring person and this was normal and he beat human for the longest time ever he had none you the chains are transforming the is a larger self at all her efforts this is now him and that's just who he was he was big and is large and he was fun, or his personality was now he completely changed himself into something he wasn't now is a new person but he still retains all of his foremost self but even given the new contents of his and his mind. He had now formed his own minds of opinion always he with the five small apartment in shack and began working again or radiation decided to see if he could fix himself from a consultant through better, you'd it ever be possible or he could do it all but you at least try to do this is to be scalability in this power maybe would allow them to do other things through my fixing this would make it quite easy for him to change the things differently but it would also allow him to become more powerful, as Wally bided his time in this research to live for and to do many different things they would never thought to do began to strengthen himself become inner strong and this allowed them to get even more sophomoric inks to his ability with this you be able to become stronger powerful more faster anything he could do was at his fingertips he now felt incredibly powerful now felt as if he could be something more strong than anything ever before. We walked outside his apartment began to walk downstairs in his human form so very to purely want to say something to her but he could just never find work up the courage continued walking her blonde hair. He classes in her skirt and her gray overcoat Maeterlinck is a dazzling sheik ever be keyboard small things that make up the just activator looks perfectly. But this is not a time to be stOmenng at woman he continued his staff and running and he moved downwards towards the exit he exited the building and begin to think and wonder and ponder with this time what could he do and what should he do how could he advocate his time in what could he. The latest time properly now. He exited the building and he began to look around the five using DC the capital power allocated to hear he began to walk around and kick its stones and move around and do things like that it was really sure what would happen no one I'm as matter. As he walked out of the place began to think and ponder about more things these are useless things that really didn't matter as his walk down the sidewalk evil man stared at Mrs. Phoebe notes from somewhere and soon he realized that they had a RAD need the connection between him and his previous self. So now he couldn't even hide himself you just have to go along with it and this would have to be fun but I guess he could do it for a while. You have to enjoy this little feature of being able to be noticed and be related by everyone from Wendy Karen look at him. Instead of looking as if retailer more kind of gossiping and then you, look who's that in all kinds of things like the swords and mean it was quite impressive about with the thought about him but he didn't really understand it either himself. Wife helped sway me with the confidence of his previous self that made him feel this way it was his confidence of his new abilities made him feel its way. Maybe that they were looking him in amazement and wonder when really they were looking at him and weirdness, and controllable we uncontrollable strength. This is just the way things are and how it would be for now on that side of thinking you think people always marvel at it a little self-delusion to make himself feel better about himself. When in reality which is the source sad sack of person he really had no one understanding to deletion duly wedded to happen to the gamma radiation it completely changed him as a person and made him something different that he previously was and it was just something that was quite impressive although but it was still a tragedy for himself. It was not improvements in this process even more endurance to in and not making them more interesting private making more of a loser more of an outcast that he was now before. Even though he thought he was in the you really wasn't it was a delusion all of it was a delusion. Despite sinking his positive outlook on life now he would just become a household name of cycle afterward he didn't still agent people probably fear him and sink them, right now people he knew he was the man of the experiment they all they only knew a little so. Maybe they had even found other use one who killed the officers who had found that much of that even understand anything yet about what happened there. It was still all secret shield was keeping it from anyone who is unsure of all this as he walked. That was how things would go for him he had no understanding of it either he really did have understanding of much at this point even though he thought he did he really was and he was such a useless person right now. It was kind of harsh to say that was the truth behind who he was right now he was diluted and he was a completely scarce of a person. The today walking down the street and a few birds blocked his way he's simply connected them with a small slope kick given them away I quickly started in move from off-site flying way deep into the distance this would cause unknown panic and him though because you date and $.81 scuff the bird is you had a burden had which he didn't see and the bird is been injured and he felt bad for the animal but it was not his problem neighbor did move quick enough he was slower he was not a part of the natural selection of things. He felt mouse. Humans and he felt like he could take himself further than anyone else he felt that he was not stronger, this is all false delusion but that's how he felt. He had no understanding intellectual capacity anymore and most of it been removed, only what little remained of his previous knowledge become part of him and that's all you would really ever know or learn. You become more stupid and less intelligent, even with his high-level intelligence it was diluted in change from his strength in exchange. This is much different from other superheroes but this is what happened to him and his experiment and he was unlucky it was not fair but that's how things would her to play out for him. He felt that side decided maybe she do about started. We backward started back with her tickets cost the county still need to crowd around him and looked around in., He was getting annoyed by this but he was elated to be decided to keep walking and moving forward you really want anything to change him immediately different. So you just keep walking with pleasing to this is the you do with people right now he was quite angry with himself playing with the world honestly so you just continue walking until he left his apartment with heat pump to the lady that he seen us he finally came to towards his building she exited the building he ran into her knocking over on the ground he felt so bad and so sorry for her he didn't mean to this is all just an accident you felt extremely sorry and sad and heartbroken you quickly ran to try and pick her up and help her up off the ground. He quickly grabbed her arms and lifted her up into the air to her so I've become extremely close the bodies ran into each of the other. She gave him was the sexual abuses fugues the roadster in-by him gay but this really was and how she felt this was just a quickly under a misunderstood thing that it occurred. The register natural with the way of her self as she was very sexual person he had no idea this that's how she was in a just spiked your interests but maybe this was a spiky for the good maybe this would turn out something but most likely would this likely would maintain his his dirty ways and never got a call from her at least that's how he felt inside could become better could become any more improved most likely not but that's how things are going be for a while. He wanted to go for say something but they just have awkwardly walked away as he walked up to his building in the end is tried on the steps with the states and the girl would ever at work and work up the courage of all discontinued up the stairs and just continue moving up. She said nothing to her he had nothing to say to her he didn't want to but that's how things were going be he was a quiet silent person. Even on the inside he felt confident person who could do anything it still is the outer acts towards people was still the same in the mutual respect he felt still awkward by saying some the things he thought is that he felt weird and unsure of what things he could say to people. So just shut up and keep his mouth shut and not say anything to anyone that's when you decide to do. When engaging people are talked to you thought was better off if you just keep his mouth shut this way. He decided it was time to take a nap he would jump up in the air and land on his bed he candidate with the sprite misstep almost as if he was kind of happy he did like talking to her. That was not it he maybe just been excited about was happy he'd never really had the chance in these years to ever take hold of what happened and how strong he was. You just kind of in it to win it and make its strength increasingly never really tried to become happy or anything like that. He needed to expand his abilities is frightened to be more powerful for right now he only had super super strength and superspeed that's all he really had going for right now and he would try and prove that make it better and that's what he was trying to do in the next two years he's his head began to nod as he slowly being falsely his eyes closed and shot opening and closing he was trying to think of something more birthright now his body was just too tired eventually begin this dole out things in the in the slowly slowly pass out he could really think much right now and that's all that matters to you pass. Eventually his eyes closed shut for a while and he began to doze off he could hear stories from around the world he finally fell asleep he finally come to peace for a while he would resume his sleep and be a little wake up hopefully with a morning dew on his nose and being able to continue his journey. This was the final of the continued his journey in life and he never wanted his life in the he even though you little thought about it she'll be on his back and did what I go to prison or have anything like that happen this fall risk you take with everything it done to them everything you would do in the future he would become of Violet I Shields and this would be his path fighting against the injustice. Even though he was good at heart and he believes and things like that in that his anger one time came over him and talked up everything and he showed up for himself but now know that mattered for now he's locked.

This long hard training and new found thinking would change him quite a lot and who he was. Hopefully for the better, with killing under his belt who knew what would happen?
Omen flew slowly, miles above the jungle of buildings and busy streets below. Even from here he could hear the faint sound of car horns honking from all the road rage prone citizens below. In his hand he held a common smart phone, navigating himself to where he wanted to go. He maneuvered till he was right above his destination, a comic book store that was quite popular. Omen himself had never been, but the customer reviews had spoken, and everything you hear on the Internet is true, or so they say.

As he levitated down, he could see pedestrians looking up and pointing. It was pretty exciting. To them, that is. Omen was so used to flying that it was as natural as walking. It always felt awkward to land in public places. And this public place was superhero obsession central. It could've been worse. He was glad he choose not to wear his 'Ghost' getup, else the hype of him, a super-powered vigilante visiting a small comic shop would give him attention he didn't need. That's why he wore nothing more than black sneakers, jeans, a black hoodie with a green shirt beneath. Shades were a must, since flying was hard on the eyes with all the bugs, dust, and wind resistance.

He landed on the sidewalk, but before he managed to set a foot on it, the onlookers had formulated a circle around the area he was bound to touch down. "Oh my god! Who is that!??! - It's probably just some mutant! - No! That's Super boy! - Mutant scum! Get outta Dahlia!! - Sign my shirt! - Sign my comic! Please!" Those were among some of the many things he heard as he made the short distance to the door of the shop. He paid them no mind and casually proceeded on, ignoring them without saying a word. After he entered, Omen twisted the lock on the door behind him. He didn't need a cluster of violent and noisy stalkers disturbing him.

He looked over to the check-out counter, where the clerk that ran the register sat in a chair leaning back while he read a comic book. The guy broke away from his comic just for a second to shoot him a glaring. It was like the clerk was used to seeing his kind in places like this. The super-powered kind. Omen remembered seeing some comments on the review page about so many other heroes by name visiting this place. He didn't bother memorizing anything further than that. His interest in that kind of information vOmened.

Without any more delays, Omen went into one of the many isles of comics, taking his pick of some good ones. A big variety. He was never a fan of comics in the past, but he thought maybe he could get some ideas for expanding his powers from this creative output factory of fiction.

He brought them over to the check out desk and tossed them down. Ten random comics, that came up to 26.23. "Expensive.." Omen said, stOmenng at the price projected on the register monitor. "Before more people with powers like you came along, they were even more expensive, but now that they're popular that's as good as the prices have been. Paper or plastic?" The clerk responded. He was surprised how uninterested the man was in a mutant with powers being right in front of him. It was like he found the comic better than the real thing. Omen shrugged his shoulders and paid the man, which tacked him with a plastic bag labeled 'Stan's Comics'.

Without delay, Omen flew off, using his intangibility to pass right through the ceiling to avoid giving the crowds any more power eye candy. He disappeared into the skies and eventually landed on top of a random sky scraper to settle down and read. The first one was about a mutant with the power to shoot energy blasts from his hands. It seemed possible for him to do, what with his powers being surrounded by manipulating the unseen energy that a whole dimension overlapping their own was made from. Energy blasts were like the simplest technique out there; First you gathered the energy and then you tossed it.

He stood on the edge and prepared himself. He could feel all the excess energy in his body, and see it too with his astral sight. His body was constantly absorbing the ectoplasm, so he had no need to ever charge energy up from the outside in bulk for something so simple. He put his fingers into a gun shape and held it out pointed at the horizon. With a lot of concentration, he managed to create sparks at the tips of his fingers that started to shape into a ball. It was a process harder than it looked. First it was too dense and wouldn't go anywhere, then it was too fluid and wouldn't direct to where he wanted it to go. Hours passed, and eventually Omen managed to unleash a good beam of energy.
In the pitch black darkness is where Omen awakened. He sat up in a cold sweat, momentOmenly forgetting where or when he even laid his head down to sleep. His heart nearly beating half out of his chest and his breathing pace in short uneasy inhales followed by exhales that barely eased the fright he felt. It was that dream again. The one where his brother died right in front of him and there wasn't a thing he could do about it. The dream had been bothering Omen since exactly three months ago. That was the day his brother died. You would think that he would be used to it by now. Used to it, or gotten over it. Only there was something different about this dream. The young Omen tried not to think about it, but he couldn't stop his mind from releasing and revealing to him his deepest fears. This time in his dream, the events played out a little differently. After the murderer shot his brother, the man walked up to the dream Omen himself and bestowed upon him the very gun that he just used to kill him brother. "Pull the trigger..!" A unidentified voice had echoed to him from all directions. It almost sounded like an amalgamation of his brother and parents all speaking at once to him. With just seconds of hesitation he did it. The loud crack of the gunshot in his dream was what woke him up. Right after that everything faded to white, then to the blackness of his bedroom.

His eyes slowly started to adjust to his room's poor lighting. It eased his franticness when he could see the space around him. His bed was a mess. His covers that were once cleanly tucked along the edges of his bed were now crumpled and in disarray from how he tossed and turned in his sleep. His pillow had somehow vanished right from beneath his head. His alarm clock that usually rested on the head of his mattress was mysteriously gone too. Omen peered over the edge of the bed and found them without much thought put into it. Resting on top of his pillow was the digital clock. It read in a bright red display 3:40 am. Much earlier than he had even awakened from one of his reoccurring nightmares before. Usually his parents would hear his sleep screaming that his night terrors brought on. They would come to wake him, get him a glass of water, then sit with him at bedside until he was lulled to sleep once again. Only this time they weren't. He wondered if it was the factor of the dream changing today that changed the norm of his parents being there to comfort him out of these scares. Only he was glad he didn't disturb them this late. They had work to do in the morning to support their church. Even he knew about their financial problems since his brother's death. He knew how important it was for them to work. With his frequent dreams, they weren't only keeping Omen awake, but his parents too. He hated to be any bother to them. They weren't his real parents, and part of him wanted to be invisible to them so they wouldn't try so hard to care for him. He was grateful none the less. He reached down to reclaim the pillow and clock and set them in their rightful places.

After straightening out his bed he climbed in again. He felt far to shaken to go to sleep again, so he imagined that he would just sit there and think about his dream until his eyes got tired. Minutes passed. Thinking of the dream wasn't as scary as it used to be. It also felt satisfying to take the revenge on his brother's killer that the judicial system failed to. Until he realized that gratification and closure like that only existed in dreams. As much as he hated the killer of his brother, he knew he would never be able to do anything to get revenge. He was just a boy. A twelve year old boy who was the son of a preacher that owned a church. The chances of him ever even getting his hands on a gun were low, much less killing the murderer to exact his revenge. He wondered what his parents would think if he told them about his dream. They would probably lecture him after it about how wrong taking vengeance would be. Make him promise that he would never try something like that, even if he had the chance to. He figured telling his parents about it would only trouble them more. Keeping it to himself would be for the best he told himself.

He could feel his eyelids getting heavy after about fifteen minutes. He still didn't feel tired exactly. He felt exhausted in a way. His eyes felt like they needed rest. He tried to focus them, looking up at the ceiling fan of his bedroom that slowly spun clockwise from the air flowing in through his open bedroom window. He blinked twice and rubbed his eyes with his hands. When he removed them, it seemed that he only made his vision troubles worse. The ceiling actually looked a light green tint now. He payed no mind to it at first, but then he heard rustling in the corner if his room. His eyes shifted to his peripherals to take a look, since he wasn't very alarmed by it... before he saw what it was. A strange glowing ball that seemed to melt right through the wall. He sat up with haste to stare at the wall. His vision 'cleared up' and was no longer seeing green everywhere after he blinked. "What was that...?" He vocalized to break to silence. He took a minute to think about what he just saw. Maybe it was just his eyes playing tricks on him? It was possible seeing as those dreams persistently haunted him. It wouldn't hurt to make sure though. Omen got out of bed again and slowly made his way to the bedroom door. It was right by the wall that whatever he thought he saw went through luckily, so whatever that thing was, it would be right outside his room if it stuck around.

The door opened without a single creak from it's hinges. The only noticeable sound was of the doorknob twisting to make a distinctive clacking noise of the parts retracting inside. Omen was trying to be as stealthy as possible so he wouldn't disturb his parents. He only opened the door enough to look outside though a crack. Nothing looked out of place. Everything looked untouched and at rest. He was just about to retreat back into his room when he heard a pulsing sound in his ear. At first it was all over the place. He could barely focus on anything else from how loud it was to him, but after a minute or so of getting used to the noise, he was able to tell it was coming from downstairs. Either the living room or the kitchen. He was sure of it. Without fear, Omen proceeded across the padded rug floors down a hall that led to the staircase. He tiptoed his way onward to remain as quiet as possible. Waking his parents right now would only end in them getting suspicious of him having a nightmare again. Him not wanting to talk about it would only be even more suspicious. Thanks to the risks he didn't want to take, being cautious came easily.

Once he reached the foot of the stairs the sound of that terrible screeching came back. It made his head ache just getting closer to it. The more he walked closer to the living room the worse his condition became, but he was determined to see what was causing this freaky activities. When he entered the living room door, his eye lids started to feel heavy again. The world felt like it was spinning. And then, 'THUD'. He collapsed right there on the floor for only a few seconds. When he regained his senses, he saw the room in a whole new way. Something had changed. The world around him was a mix of light neon greens and cotton candy blues. Everything seemed to be coated in the abnormal colors. A humming sound that entered the room took his mind off the change long enough to look up and recognize a familiar sight. It was the same glowing little floating ball that was in his room. Only he could see it now. See it, and hear it. It was making a low hum as it flew above his head near the ceiling of the room, circling the ceiling fan. "Hello..?" Omen called out in a whispered shout. The creature seemed to notice him. It hovered down to right in front of his face and stayed there without making a single move. Omen reached out to try and touch the weird ball of light, but his hand had passed right through it. Not that he expected this luminous creature to be solid. Still, he had no clue what it could possibly be. He was leaning towards telling his parents what was going on at this point. Perhaps they would be able to shed some light on this strange occurrence.

Without warning, the glowing sphere shot over to the flat screen TV mounted on the wall. He didn't even have time to ask himself what had just happened before the TV magically came on. FeOmenng that his parents would hear the commotion, he started making shushing noises to try and get the message to the entity that was now in his TV to turn it down. Only it didn't listen. The volume bar of the TV displayed on the screen, then up it went to as loud as it could go to. 100 max volume. Before it reached that high Omen had bolted up the stairs to his room. He wasn't as worried about disturbing his parents, since he knew they wouldn't sleep through this. His main priority now was getting back into that bed to pretend he was asleep and that he was never there in the living room.

He heard the telltale click of his parent's bedroom door opening. The footsteps that followed sounded heavy, even on the rug. It was his father. Omen climbed into bed, making small noises that were over shadowed by the larger commotions going on down the stairs. His father wouldn't even notice that. Waking up in the middle of the night does that to your senses. He was going after the TV. Checking on Omen would have to wait. Omen awaited for his father to turn off the TV downstairs and then a minute later, peek into his room to see if he was the reason behind the mysterious TV's activation. Only it didn't happen as fast as he anticipated. His father had run into trouble with the TV. For some strange reason he couldn't get it to turn off. Even by pressing the power button. Eventually he gave up and just unplugged the set. That was the only thing that assured success. After that Omen heard the footsteps coming up the stairs again. He turned on his side facing away from the door, threw the bed sheets over himself, closed his eyes and hoped that he looked convincing enough to make his dad think he had been sleeping this whole time. He could tell by how loud they were and where they came to an end that his father was now right outside his door. Before he came in, Omen heard that same buzzing sound again. He wasn't going to let it ruin his focus on acting asleep.

It worked. Shortly after he heard his door open it closed about ten seconds after. That meant his father would be heading back into his room to get back to sleep himself. What did that mean for Omen? He could go back downstairs to investigate the paranormal activity going on downstairs. Or he could ignore it and try to get back to sleep. Just as he was going to close his eyes, the glowing green sphere arose from somewhere under his bed. It phased right through so that it could float in front of his face again. Omen let out a groan. This annoying thing just had to show up again. "Go away..." He whispered again. Only this time, the glowing ball listened. It floated out the window to make it's escape. He considered going over to close his window to make sure the thing didn't come back, but quickly found the meaninglessness in it since he knew that the thing could pass through solids. It was like a ghost or a spirit. But why would he see it? Why now? A randomly acquired power like this just so happening to come to him on just an average day. It was so unreal, but Omen had seen it with his own eyes. Heard it with his own ears. Whatever it was that he could see and hear was abnormal ad unnatural. That much he was sure of. He drifted off to sleep with his questions unanswered. With them on his mind, having a bad dream was the farthest thing from it. The questions rested with him and would have to wait till morning to get answered.

He woke up feeling refreshed after the night of unexplained strangeness. He was even more relieved that it was still there. The way the world looked. Everything being normal except for the light neon greens and blues that were circulating over everything in rifts. That meant that whatever was happening was real. He looked over to his clock. The time now read 9:54 am. A much more appropriate time to wake up this early in the morning. He sat up and was met with the scent of breakfast cooking downstairs. Even with his bedroom door closed he could smell it coming into his open window from the kitchen window right below it. He got out of bed and proceeded down to the kitchen.

He was greeted with a good morning from his parents. His father, who was sitting at the kitchen table holding a cup of coffee in one hand and a newspaper article in the other. His mother was working at the stove frying up some bacon. His father was a tall man, but mostly everyone was tall to Omen at this age. His facial features were nearly identical to his older brother's that died, only more aged and distinguished. His dad was known for how he always had an answer for everything. When he told you what was what, he was usually correct. He also had an eye for detecting the truth most of the time. He had a friendly vibe and a voice to match it, conditioned to talk like that since he was a preacher. His mother was a average sized woman with brown hair and brown eyes. She was a cOmenng person who would never hurt a fly. Literally. She found all life precious. Most would wonder where Omen got his looks from, since he looked nothing like either of his parents. He was as well mannered and behaved as them, except for where his morals were aligned after his brother's killer got away with his crime.He returned their good mornings and sat down to the table. The remote was conveniently placed right in front of him, and on Saturday mornings like this as a kid, Omen liked to watch morning cartoons. He aimed it at the TV across the room. The one in the living room that was possessed last night. There was no wall in between the living room and the kitchen to separate them. Just a change in floor material, since the kitchen had wood floors and the living room had a rug surface. He could see it from his seat while he waited for his breakfast. Only when he pressed the power button, it didn't come on. His fathered looked up at Omen, persistently mashing the power button of the remote. "TV's not coming on? It's because I unplugged it last night after it came on by itself and wouldn't turn off... do you know anything about that, son?" His father asked. Omen shook his head side to side, even though he knew he was probably the cause. Him and that strange glowing thing he met.

Omen got up and went over to the TV. It looked pretty normal. Northing out of sorts about it. He wanted to be cautious in case that ghost thing was still sticking around to take over it again. His strange vision and sense of hearing told him that nothing was around, so he went ahead and plugged the wire into the outlet. The TV came on, and in the seconds before it displayed sounds and the picture, Omen held down the volume dial so that it wouldn't come on blasting out noise. His father was watching him carefully, and noticed that Omen knew about how high the volume was before it came on. "Are you sure you don't know? I think you're lying to me Omen." His father accused. This got his mother to turn around. "What is it?" She asked. "I really don't know, dad." Omen said back, which caused his mother to turn back around and go back to cooking. His father went back to reading the paper. Omen went back to his seat and was met with a plate of food. He slowly started to eat, and never completely finished his meal before he went back up to his room to get dressed. He was too concerned about what was happening to him to have a good appetite. When he came back downstairs from his room he was fully dressed to go outside. "Where are you going?" His mothered stopped him at the door to ask. "Out to the park..." Omen said with half truth. His mother let him pass and even opened the door to let him out. "Be safe, okay?" His mother said with a hint of worry to her voice. He could tell because that was the same voice she used when Omen wanted to go outside as he would usually do with his brother just a week after he died. Only this time she was much less protestant about him not going, if not protestant at all. He simply nodded his head and proceeded along the front lawn to make it to the side walk.

He could see the park from his house, but that wasn't the reason he was aching to go outside so badly. He wanted to see how the world looked and sounded with his newly gained ability. It wasn't that different. Everything was still where it should be. The people were on the ground. The clouds were in the sky. Everything was in place. It was the new things added to the picture that were the disturbing ones. There flooding the sky were numerous flocks of the same neon green spheres that he had met in his house. At closer inspection he noticed that some were different colors and sizes entirely; and they were everywhere. Floating above houses, floating in cars, floating all over the place. What were all of these things and how was he the only one who could see them? That was what he wanted to find out, but the answered were not going to be easy to gain. These things didn't seem to be aware that anyone could see them. They just continued on about their own business. He thought back to when he told the green sphere of light from his room to go away and it listened. Maybe they could understand English? He tested his theory in the park. He wandered around until he found a single neon cotton candy blue looking sphere. It was levitating by a tree. Very casually, Omen approached the ball of light. He didn't know what to say or do, so he looked right at it and simply said, "Hi." At first the thing didn't react. It probably thought he was just some crazy kid talking to himself. Wouldn't you if you were invisible and the chances of someone knowing of your existence was about half a point away from zero? It started to float away. "Hey! Wait! Don't leave!" He said. Now that made the sphere stop in it's tracks. It levitated back to Omen and floated there in front of his face, as if it was trying to say something to verify that Omen knew it was there. Omen reached out to touch the sphere, but like before, it was intangible to him. However, him pointing was proof enough. The sphere floated up and down like it was nodding. Like it understood what it meant. "What does this mean? What are you?" He asked.

There sphere floated down to a memorial that Omen had overlooked. It was a dead person's memorial. Complete with a stone that had 'In loving memory of Henry Jameson' inscribed via chisel on it. There were flowers there along with pictures of a business man looking adult with his family. A wedding ring also. Omen processed it for a while. A floating sphere of light that only he could see plus a hint being a memorial of a dead guy. He had his answer. "These things that I'm seeing... these are dead people's spirits aren't they?" He questioned. The sphere went back to floating in front of his face and slowly moved up and down like a nod. "How is this possible?" The sphere gave him a side to side shake. It didn't know. He backed away timely and waved to the spirit. "Thanks."

He just had a conversation with a ghost. It sounded crazy but the reality of it was it really just happened. He sat on a swing in the playground to think. He did that noticeable more often now. Just sit and think. That's how baffling this ability was. Should he just go up to his parents and go hey, I can see dead people? That would only end up with a trip to the psychiatrist. Thinking this hard was starting to give him a headache again. Just like the one he had before when this abilities symptoms just spontaneously started all of a sudden. This one didn't feel as worse and it didn't feel like it would make him pass out either. It did make him bring his hand to his head to massage his forehead in a fruitless attempt at soothing the aching originating from his cranium. The second he let go of that swings support chains, he fell to the ground. Not in the conventional way, no. He fell right though the seat. Literally. He laid there in the small ditch beneath the swing flat on his back, groaning from the unexpected fall jarring his head around some more. It only made the headache worse. He was in too much pain to think clearly, but the least he could do was stand to his feet to get out the way. He got up and looked around at his surroundings. No one was there. No one had seen what just happened. He was sure that being discreet was a must if he didn't want to end up being the victim of an exorcism or whatever else might be victim to if he disclosed this weirdness.

He started to walk home and his headache was clearing up. He looked down at the ground to avoid seeing the light from the ghost flying overhead. The light they irradiated only seemed to make him feel worse. If only he knew what this curse was. Or where it came from. What if it was all in his head? Maybe he was crazy. If only he had that luxury. But alas, this was far to real to be just a delusion. He still hadn't figured out what had happened back there with the swing. It was like he passed right through it. Just like one of those spirits. That couldn't be right! He wasn't dead like them! Wasn't he? He decided to try it again. Instead of going to the front door of his house, he decided to use the back. He had forgotten his keys in his room so there was no other way in unless he knocked or rang the door bell to get his parent's attention. Very slowly, Omen approached the door and placed a testing hand onto it's wooden surface. It didn't pass through. He was solid. "Come on.. work..." He said to himself in self encouragement. He closed his eyes and thought about how he felt when he did it before at the swing. He had a headache. He felt dizzy. Lighter than air. What if he tried to induce one of those headaches on his own? He started concentrating on the moment he fell. Simulating it in his mind over and over until he felt it. His fingers had slipped past and into the wooden door. It was like nothing was even there. Except he was the thing that wasn't really there. He passed through all the way, moving quickly before he lost it again. He hated the idea of seeing what would happen if he stopped using whatever it was that gave him the ability to walk through walls midway. It probably wouldn't be too pretty.

He made his way to his room. Luckily he didn't have to pass the kitchen where he was sure his mother was in washing dishes, or his parent's bedroom where he knew that his father would be, working on his bills and taxes at his work desk there. He sneaked up the stairs and eased his door shut. After an hour of playing with his new found power, he came to the conclusion that somehow, someway, he had attained the power to do what the spirits could. He figured out how to turn it on and off too. The more he used his abilities, the more in touch he felt with the power that they came from. He noticed that he himself had a faint light green aura of energy outlining his body with his specialized vision. It was like the very same light from the air and objects coating all things around him was being fed to his own glow. Like he was sapping energy from it. He could feel it. He was getting stronger by the second. He had to try more! What else could they do? He saw them pass through walls. Possess his TV. And levitate! That's what he wanted to try next. Levitation. If he could fly, then that could be just what he needed. An escape. Something to enable him to make his dream a reality. Just like before he started to concentrate on what he wanted. That feeling of being light as a feather. Formless. His body responded to this. He opened his eyes from the concentration to find waves of the green outline extended outwards from below him. Just like some kind jet, only more controlled. He could feel the energy beneath him. It was like a platform that covered his whole body. All he had to do was move on it, and did he ever. He was flying circles around his room in no time. He couldn't contain himself from laughing aloud when he decoded this ability well enough to use it with ease. It made him forget that his parents were still there in the house. He heard the heavy footsteps of his dad coming down the short hall to his room.

He had to act now or risk revealing his powers. Only his father would wonder how he got back into the house without his keys, since he saw his mother let him out. He was too analytical to fool by just acting natural in the room like he had been there the whole time. He stared at the window in the fleeting moments before that door knob started to turn, but he was too far away and his dad was approaching to fast. He tried to stay still against the ceiling and hope that his dad couldn't see him. He closed his eyes and didn't dare make a noise or movement. Little did Omen realize, he really did render himself unable to be seen. The door swung open and his father entered the room with a puzzled look on his face. "Honey? Did Omen come back home yet?!" His mother called back, "No. He's still at the park!" Omen's father looked around the room a small duration but ended up finding no one. He closed the window that had been left open since last night and then walked out of the room scratching the back of his head in apparent confusion. Omen floated down from the ceiling once his father left. His veil of invisibility came to an end. "He couldn't see me.." Omen whispered to himself. "I really am just like a spirit." Omen said in self discovery. He floated over to the window and without opening it, passed right through, and hovered to the ground. He walked his way around the house to make it to the front and knocked on the door like he had just returned home. His mother met him at the door and smiled. "Did you have fun, sweetie?" Omen hugged her and smiled back. "Yeah Mom. The park was fun. I made a new friend today." She gasped and said, "That's great, Omen. What's his name?" Omen released her from his hug and walked with her inside. "Henry Jameson." He replied, making a reference to the man's spirit that he had come in contact with back at the park. Of course, his mother didn't need to know that.
He was normal as could be to the naked eye well normal in his own way one could say, his appearance was more of a young delinquent looking to settle a score with someone rather than a productive member of society. Messy caramel colored hair with a large blond streak in the middle that was pulled back into a crude looking ponytail, his eyes a chocolate brown that were rather warm rather than the cold fierce look most people would have if they looked like him. He was young looking but he did not look like a teenage anymore, most would have guessed young to mid twenties at best, his clothing baggy jeans with a red tee shirt though his body was deceptive in it's own ways. His body was that of a runner's rather than a body builder's, with clothing it seemed thin almost weak to most yet underneath the clothing was a lean muscular form that most would never suspect him of having, he may or may not have been encouraging the weak look by wearing such baggy clothing. His shoes were not shoes at all but instead a pair of flip flops that made a little smacking sound with each step he took, a soft tinkling of metal could be heard as his revolving iron ring spun around a bit.

It was mid afternoon and everything seemed to be going okay as Omen walked down the sidewalk ever so calmly heading to the bank, he had a couple of checks he wanted to deposit directly because he had heard of the ATMS not putting stuff through lately. Plus with all of the super abilities going around these days it was better to talk to a real person than use a machine that could be easily manipulated he thought to himself as he walked into the bank calmly now. He stood in line and waited his turn like any other person would and as he got to the female teller she gave him a real smile rather than the fake smile that you always saw on bank workers face as if they had to act cheery all the time. Just as he was about to pulled out the checks from his pocket there was a commotion at the front door which was six men rushing into the bank with ski masks on. Omen could not believe his luck for a second as he watched the security guard go to pull his pistol only to be struck in the head with the butt of a shotgun from one of the robbers. The older man crumpled to the floor like a bag of rocks and then came the gunshot that got everyone's attention, it rang through the air like the sound of death as usually the sound of a gun brought such a thing.

Omen's entire form was tense as he looked towards the exits but already the men were spreading out with their weapons and blocking them so the people within could not get out. If Omen were to transform he could get himself out of here with just his iron form but as he glaringd around and saw the terrified faces of the others around him he could not even stomach the thought of abandoning them. The men were already gathering the people up towards the center of the bank now and Omen complied without a fight as he knew he he tried to take them all the innocent people would be caught up in this as well and he couldn't have that. So for now he sat down with everyone else and gave up his cellphone as well, he watched carefully to see what they were after but it seemed like they were just here for the money as they got to work on the vault in the back quickly. Two stood guard over the hostages while the other four were working on the vault with a practiced efficiency, he could hear the soft whispering of someone behind him and as he looked back he saw the slightly attractive teller that smiled at him whispering to the children that it would be okay.

She really was a good person he thought to himself before his head snapped towards the main doors of the bank as he heard the sirens, shit one of the workers at the bank must have tripped the silent alarm he thought to himself. It was their job and all but now that the cops were outside waiting things were going to get a lot uglier with hostages in the middle he thought to himself, his fists clenched and unclenched as he tried to think of a way out of here but there was nothing that came to mind. What good was his ability if there was nothing he could do to help himself and those around him he thought to himself in a angry and worried fashion that must have been sensed by the woman behind him. Her hand came to his should comfortingly as if he were one of the children and she whispered "everything will be okay, just relax" her voice so soothing actually did seem to relax Omen as he nodded while a bit calmer now.
Time seemed to tick by ever so slowly as if someone were intentionally slowing down time so this stressful encounter lasted longer, Omen knew that was all in his mind but every time he looked back at the clock on the wall he couldn't help but notice that the hands barely moved. The men were still working on the vault and it had been nearly an hour since then, the cops had been outside for just as long waiting for demands from the would be bank robbers. Omen could tell that others around him were getting nervous as well, an older gentleman continuously tapped his fingers against his knee, the sound was soft but Omen could still hear it and it began to annoy him a bit though he said nothing. The police outside were doing nothing but sitting there waiting still as if that would do something, where were the heroes Omen questioned mentally as this was definitely not a small little thing, if one of them didn't show up twenty or so people could just be killed outright he thought grimly. The self doubt of his own abilities was what led to his inability to do anything, his ability was nothing more than a danger to those around him and if he used it those people wouldn't thank him they would fear him or hate him instead he thought with the same grim mind set that came with thoughts of his powers.

His thoughts must have translated onto his face as the woman behind him once again placed a comforting hand upon his shoulder while giving him a gentle smile, he couldn't understand how she could remain so calm under such pressure. With every movement of the men Omen felt his body tense and he felt the urge to leap forward and tackle the man so he could beat him into the blackness of unconsciousness yet he did nothing of the sort even as the men got annoyed as well. They weren't expecting an extra lock in the vault system so it was taking more time than they originally planned but they continued though it was far riskier than before it seemed the payload was worth more than they wanted to leave. Finally there was a cheer from the vault room ten or so minutes later as the men managed to cut their way through the vault door and got their first look at the millions that was stored there. With this done Omen had to think positively as they would make their escape with the money in some crazy fashion he thought to himself as he watched them bringing out bags and bags of money before placing it on the floor in front of the hostages.

With the money in front the men were now willing to talk to the police only to demand that they would be given a bus that would drive them and the hostages to the airport where a plane would be waiting to take them and the hostages to a non extradition country. Omen's face paled when he heard the leader talking about doing something like that as that meant this ordeal was far from over, of course the police refused to do such a thing at first but then negotiations were opened up when the threat came to the hostages. The leader sounded like a cold man that was willing to do anything to get out of here with his crew and the millions that they now had that could be carried out by the very people they held hostage at gun point. The negotiations went back and forth as the police tried to get some of the people released as a sing of good faith but the leader would not let even one person go as he knew the police just wanted less collateral damage in case they tried to storm the place which everyone knew they eventually would. It seemed like the police could never comply with the demands of criminals or terrorists yet if they came in here it was obvious that someone was going to get hurt whether it was the robbers or the innocents was yet to be known.

It was as if every brick within the good luck wall had been smashed because just as the bus arrived to take the hostages out the police tried their attack, flash bang grenades came in and everything seemed to go white. He could barely hear anything now and he simply sat there as gun fire from both sides rang in his ears, at some point the police managed to make it to the hostages but only long enough to grab the mother and her two children before taking heavy gunfire from the bank robbers. Now that negotiations had broken down the men were furious that the police dared tried to test them, with the next phone call the leader screamed into the phone furiously before saying that he would use an example for his wrath now. No one knew what he meant right then but when he pulled out his pistol and began walking towards the hostages it was clear what he was going to do. Omen could practically taste the fear from the others. No one who the man would choose and that was actually worse than the fear of dying as this would be the death sentence, he stopped right in front of Omen and for a moment everyone felt relief as it seemed the delinquent would be chosen. But instead he pointed to the comforting woman behind Omen and demanded that she come with him.

"Wait a second there is no reason to take out your anger on us it was the police that broke the agreement not us" Omen said quickly trying to diffuse the situation as fast as he could without getting himself shot at. For his words Omen got a nice smack to the face with the back of a shotgun that split his cheek open quite a bit, he could feel the warmth of his blood flowing down his cheek right away as he looked up from the ground. Before the cOmenng calm woman was taken from them she reached down and pressed her handkerchief against the wound and gave him a warm smile "everything is going to be okay" she said in such a confident tone that Omen almost believed her. Once again Omen could not imagine how this woman who was being taken away to die could be so strong in the face of death, it was as if her spirit was unbreakable though her body was not. In a way one could call it inspiring but at the same time it was like the woman had come to terms with death as there was no escaping it at this point and that was worse.

Suddenly it seemed like things were in slow motion to Omen as he watched the men lead her to the main window by herself and then it happened, like a wave of death they shot her right in the back for everyone to see. The news camera, the reporters, the police, and of course the hostages all got to watch as the woman was basically executed because the police were not willing to negotiate properly. Omen could not believe what he had just seen, of course he heard of people dying and he had even seen it happen once yet this was something completely different, this woman hadn't died she had been murdered in front of him. The piece of cloth in his hand held against his cheek now fell as his hand was limp from shock, suddenly the world was a much more dangerous place than he thought and he was going to become just as dangerous. Omen reverted back to his old self in the moment, the excitement of possible death causing his hair to stand up, his lips curling up into a wicked almost evil smile.

Now came the Omen that was used to hurting people because they had wronged him in any way, "bastards!" he suddenly yelled as he got up from his kneeling position and slammed his right fist into an unaware robber. The force of his blow doubling over the man as his breath expelled from the forceful punch to his stomach, then came up a vicious knee that slammed directly into his nose breaking it. The soft crunching sound was like music to Omen's ears as he turned towards the second guard who was bringing up his pistol, his first shot rang through the air yet those that expected to see Omen die instead got a surprise. Within the time that the man brought up the gun Omen showed that he was not human but something else, his flesh had become a dark grey, his clothing, his hair, even his eyes were all the same color now. He was a living statute of iron, the bullet hit him squarely in the cheek yet ricocheted off without Omen even blinking, the man had no idea how to react as Omen approached him slowly savoring the fearful look on the man's face. When he got close enough Omen suddenly spun around and drove his heel into the man's mid section, with the force of his blow and the new hardness that he had Omen easily shattered multiple ribs.

The robber sank to the ground like a puppet with it's strings cut gasping for air while clutching at his ribs pointlessly, now the other were aware that something was going wrong and came back to find Omen standing over their comrade so of course they opened fire on him. But the small caliber rounds did nothing more than bounce from his iron body as he walked towards them just as slowly, he took his time letting them unload every round that they had. What happened when he got close enough was almost a recreation of his past, the men were on the floor in a heap with bones broken, teeth broken, flesh split with blood pouring from wounds upon the face yet this time Omen did not feel as if he were in the wrong. Sure he had enjoyed beating them down but this had been justified because they were nothing more than worthless murderers to him, he could hear a commotion from the front and caught site of the police and hostages moving now. Omen let his transformation disappear so he remained normal and he ran up to the back of the hostages line as they got out, he did not take his time he pushed through the crowd and managed to get away from the police and hostages before they could question him or arrest him for his deeds.
Having devil powers was one of Omen’ greatest allies. They hadn’t come to him easy, and had caused him quite a bit of trouble as a child, but those days were long gone. Omen had gained control of his abilities, bending them to his control and using them however he saw fit. He had plenty of ideas for how to use the fire, but every powers development had to start somewhere, right? One of the most basic abilities granted through electro-magnetic manipulation is the ability to infuse objects with the fire, severely increasing their killing potential. But not every item can be infused in such a way, as not all materials are capable of holding such a charge. Omen had always suspected such a fact, as even though he’d been granted superhuman powers, he couldn’t really change the laws of matter. Such objects simply wouldn’t hold his devil charge, and would repel all the energy as soon as they left his hands. On the bright side, he could still hold the object and channel his fire that way, but that wasn’t quite the way he wanted to do things.

Metallic objects, on the other hand, were practically made to hold his electro-magnetism. He could pass a current through them and they’d hold onto it like it had been there from the beginning. This was exactly what he thought would happen, but it’s always pleasant to prove a theory correct. What Omen had to do is find out exactly to what extent he could electro-magnetically imbue an object, and that required actual physical testing. Because of that, we now find Omen in a large spacious area with a variety of objects in front of him. The objects ranged vastly in types and sizes, as he wanted to find the exact scope that he could push his abilities to, without leaving any middle ground undiscovered. Information is power, and being clueless about the extent of his abilities would do Omen no favors. So, he stood before his assortment of random objects, deciding which one he should try out first. He figured he’d start small and work his way up, seeing how the powers would respond to a smaller object before he tried anything bigger.

He picked up a metal dagger, a little longer than a foot. He tried charging it up with fire, slowly. The dagger’s temperature increased, but it did hold the charge. Omen’ signature green lightning coated the weapon, sparking off of it wildly as he charged it with increasing amounts of energy. He then threw the dagger with expert precision, hitting the target dummy Omen had set up directly in the center of the bulls-eye painted on its chest. The dagger held the fire the entire time it flew, and discharged it completely as soon as it touched the dummy. It left the dummy with a large black burn mark where the dagger was. Omen smirked, satisfied with the results. Looks like he’d been right about metallic objects being the best conductors of his powers. Not that he really had a doubt, it was metal after all. He’d have been more surprised if the dagger test hadn’t worked.

Taking a few steps to the side, Omen then picks up a katana. He surges it with fire, lighting the blade up with his fire. The blade surged, green lightning lining its edge and sparking off as it did. Omen swings the blade, the fire trailing behind giving it a lightsaber-like appearance. He then makes another swing, a faster one this time. As he does this, he repulses the fire forming a green crescent blade of energy that travels a few feet before dissipating. Omen’ smile grew wider. I can work with that, he mused. Satisfied once more, Omen decided to take things to a new level. He skipped a few more of the objects he’d brought, making his way to a large garbage tank, the kind garbage trucks use their metal arms to pick up and dump out their contents.

Using his magnetism, Omen easily picks up the metallic garbage tank. He then sends a prolonged bolt of electro-magnetic energy, charging the object. Similar to the dagger and sword, the garbage tank lit up green, fire flowing though it wildly. A simple touch of the object would do a good amount of damage, but Omen wasn’t satisfied with just that. He focused his magnetism once more, flinging the electrified garbage tank towards the dummy at an incredible velocity. The garbage tank hit the dummy, destroying it completely. Not only did the garbage tank hit the dummy, it let out its fire all at once in a large surge. The energy engulfed the garbage tank, it had the same effect as an devil explosion. That’s what I wanted to see, he says with a large grin. By now, Omen was practically completely aware of how his powers would react when infused with vOmenous objects, and had a small idea of the effects he could produce. But he wanted to know more. He also wanted to play around with the powers some more. Omen had just discovered a new trick, and he meant to explore it completely.
Standing at the very center of his private training grounds, Omen looked around, making sure he had enough space to train the ability he was about to practice. It was a relatively simple idea, one that he’d come up with only last night. He kicked himself for taking so long to think up a skill with so many uses, he thought he was smarter than that. The idea was to channel his electro-magnetic energies to create constructs of vOmenous shapes and sizes. It was a simple idea, but Omen had a feeling it wouldn’t be so easy to put into practice. After all, channeling energy in such a way as to make it not only damaging but also tangible, wasn’t such an easy feat. But he had to start somewhere right? He raised his hands in front of him, opening his palms and aiming a few feet ahead of him.

He’d start small, with an object that would be easy to make. He pulsed energy through his hands, sending a bolt of energy to the floor ahead of him. The energy stayed still for a moment, before slowly forming a small green cube. The cube was made of pure energy, with flecks of lightning sparking off of it. Not bad, but we couldn’t quite use a tiny cube to fight, could he? He shot another continuous bolt of energy at it, charging it up some more. The cube grew, gaining size until it was roughly chest high. The object was certainly there, but was it sturdy? Omen picked up a rock from the floor, right next to his shoe. He tossed the rock at the cube, smirking as the rock hit it and bounced right off with a small flash of lightning. He’d done better than he thought we would.

But a rock was one thing, a bullet was another. He brought his hands back up, charging up before pulsing more energy into the cube, attempting to strengthen it. The cube grew a little more, and its green color became more opaque as he charged it with energy. By the time he finished, it visibly looked stronger than it was before. Now he had to put it to the test. Leaving the cube in its place, Omen walked to a nearby table and picked up a .45 caliber pistol. He aimed the pistol at the center of the cube and fired it. Just as he expected, the bullet reacted exactly the same as the rock he’d thrown at it earlier. Omen was proud of this. Now not only could he magnetically stop a bullet, he could form a wall that not only stopped bullets, but attacked anyone who touched it.

But walls weren’t all the man had in mind. Strong, sturdy constructs were good and all, but Omen had more offensive ideas in mind for his constructs. Now he’d practice making a moving object. He thought for a moment, thinking of the best way to start. He decided to try and form a dog, as it would be simple enough to make and control. He took up his previous stance used to make the cube, and shot energy at the floor. Slowly, he formed the shape of a green retriever. The dog looked sturdy enough, as he’d made it identical to the wall. But would it move the way Omen wanted it to? Time to test that out. He tried willing the dog to move with mental commands, and was surprised to see it responding accurately. The dog darted wildly, running around as Omen’ mental commands instructed it to do.

By now Omen was thoroughly impressed with himself and his abilities. The construct idea had worked out much better than he’d originally thought, and this was only the beginning. He could do plenty of things with these constructs with enough imagination. But right now he wanted to test one last thing. He picked up the gun one more time, mentally commanding the dog to sit before him. He pointed the gun at it and shot, curious to see how it reacted. To his delight, it was a complete repeat performance of what happened to the cube. The bullet bounced right off with a flash of lightning, indicating its deadliness. Omen was excited, he had an ability that could be used for practically any situation. He’d make sure to put it to good use. As a last show of the power, he surged energy around himself, creating a large three headed snake that coiled around his body. The snake coiled up to his shoulders, each head a foot in diameter. At his mental command the snake lashed out, each head separating into its own snake. The three of them attacked a target dummy with their intense fire, leaving it a blackened husk. Omen tipped his hat before turning away to leave, ”now that’s how it’s done.”
Omen rolled his sore shoulder slowly, green eyes narrowing as they focused upon a single object in the distance. His mind was concentrating upon the single object only around twenty meters ahead of him, lip smoothed into a single line that belied the concentration that he was putting into it. If he could master this power he had, maybe he could use it to do more than simply blasting things with a wave of force like he could usually do. Holding an open palm out towards the object he released a single psionic blast of energy that shattered what was a glass bottle into tiny pieces. That was of course nothing for him to do, nothing for a power like his that only required concentration. If only Omen could see what he could do, he would be amazed by the skill. Omen found himself smirking despite himself at the thought that he could surprise the younger male with something like this, an involuntary blush creeping across his cheeks.

Stepping backwards a few inches, Omen let out an involuntary sigh as he ran a few fingers through his blonde hair. The empty basketball yard was the perfect place to practice his talent, as long as no one else happened upon him practicing his power. Quickly putting the now broken bottle into a small brown paper bag, Omen deposited the bag into a backpack as his eyes darted around to the empty area around him. His Nikes tapped lightly against concrete that had worn from constant rains that pounded against it, wearing it away slightly. This was enough training for one day; he could do more later when he wasn’t busy with whatever he had to do these days. ” So, what to do now?” Omen muttered under his breath as he walked out onto a sidewalk that would lead him to his home.

The simple apartment complex was well designed and decent really for a low end complex at any rate, his mother standing pout in the front with arms crossed over her chest. A single cigarette hung between her lips as the translucent smoke curled from the cancer laden stick, the end an angry glowing red. Her blonde hair was allowed to flow down her back in an unbidden fashion that made her seem to radiate a wild beauty that most women didn’t have these days. ”Getting some fresh air now are we?” Omen asked raising an eyebrow as he stood beside her. He leaned against a rusting old railing that seemed like it would fall at any second, yet held his weight as if it were nothing.

”Yeah, the air has been changing. I can feel a great change coming, something that will shake everything.” She said in her usual archaic tone that held no sarcasm in it. He knew that whatever she said would have to be taken seriously, that was just how it was really.

”Oh really, guess I’ll have to keep an eye out for that.” Omen said offhandedly as his eyes drifted to the sky, mind wondering things that many people did wonder. His eyes narrowed into slits as they returned to earth. ”So, what do you think it is?” he asked ending a short silence.

”I don’t know, possibly a storm.” Omen nodded accepting this. His mom had a strange sense, though he just wrote it off as some sort of magical sense thingie. If she really could sense these things, he was not sure of but wouldn’t question the validity of the statement. That would only lead to an unwanted argument that he would not get into.

”Well I’m going to go see Elena; I’m sure she’s lonely without Omen around.” Omen said before walking away, not really giving a chance for anyone to stop him. The complex where she lived was only a good block down and he needed the exercise anyway. His mind wondered along the way, mostly into a stream of thoughts that seemed unintelligible at best. Omen would have to ask something of the woman known as Elena Marie, a person who he knew was no ordinary woman herself. Perhaps she could help him where he could not learn on his own.

After the seemingly long trek he found himself in front of the complex, his eyes trained upon the door as he mentally prepared himself for whatever was beyond it, his green eyes narrowing before he took a step forward and knocked lightly upon the door with his pale knuckles until the woman came to answer it. Her red hair was twisted into a bun but it did not dampen the smile upon her red lips. He knew that she was quite fond of him and that could be used to his advantage if he spoke correctly. ”Would you mind if I asked you a question Miss Collin?” he said with a polite smile as she opened the door for him and motioned for him to enter. He could see that she was not exactly ready to be seen by anyone, with her hair mostly unkempt and face for the most part cosmetic free. It felt strange seeing her like that but he simply shrugged it off.

Taking a seat on the small blue love seat, Omen looked at the potentially powerful women sitting down across from him. Taking a deep breath before he would try to show her what he could do, see if she could offer him help in this department. ”How can I help you?” She asked quizzically raising an eyebrow as she waited for an answer. His mind reeled for a second before eh answered her, his lips parting as they suddenly felt dry.

”I kinda need your help.” he said his voice unnoticeably cracking as he thought of how to voice the question. Elena raised an eyebrow as he voiced this concern which was followed by more. ”I know what you can do.” he palm moved up as it let out a small pulse of force that hit a potted plant and caused the pot to shatter upon impact. Dirt was sent everywhere while Omen looked at her with an almost blank expression.

”I assume you need help controlling your volatile gift.” Elena noted raising an eyebrow as she stood to her feet, finally understanding what the young man wanted. ”I can help you Omen Hale, if that’s what you want.” She said standing to her feet now curious of the development that was presented to her, one that she would not pass up. She had heard of the Hale’s developing gifts before but that was something that had not happened in ages. It was something that was relatively new to the family, or at least restarting it seemed. Pale arms crossed over her arms as she thought over how she would go about training him, considering that his powers seemed different than Omen’s in many regards. His was not the mental manipulation of water but the mental manipulation of telekinetic forces or so her observation gave.

”So when can we begin training?” He seemed to jump ahead of himself almost with an expectant look in his eye, waiting for a response that would say soon. The red haired witch curled her lips into a smile before she motioned for him to follow.

”I suppose we can get to the basics, not like I have anything important to do.” Elena ceded adorning a thin black jacket before stepping out of the door, waiting for the young blonde to follow after. She had a more secluded place to practice his strange abilities but it wouldn’t be the same as her son, seeing as his was just forming and would have been more easily tapped into with the radiant magic of the field to boost it. Omen’s was more fueled by the power of his mind and thus would not need any sort of boost from one as powerful as his. That was of course what she planned to do but nothing ever goes as planned really when Elena was concerned, a dark figure looming over the pair who was walking along with not a care in the world. Its shape was an amorphous black that gave it the appearance of a shadow given a solid form. A single strand of the shadowy substance akin to a tongue licked around an opening that was its mouth before it disappeared in an instant.

”What you have is something called the Mages Gift.” Elena explained to the young male that sat in front of her on a small concrete bench, his eyes trained upon her with intense focus. ”It’s a trait passed down in some families, especially ones with a powerful magical background. You carry the Hale’s powerful gift of telekinesis and one that very few inherit.” She raised a single index finger towards the heavens. ”I have inherited the fire gift as I am sure you are aware of.” She held her palm upwards as what seemed like a small blue fire sprang to life, causing the air around it to ripple from pure heat alone as the flame grew.

Omen looked upon the powerful flame with awe as it grew even higher until it was a fireball the size of a basketball. ”This is but a small example of what I am capable of. I could do so much more really.” She said letting the fire shrink as it disappeared in a small cloud of smoke. ”Now let’s see what you could do, your power is far different than mine. It doesn’t control one of the elements but is still a gift, so that would make it difficult for me to train conventionally.” She rubbed her chin thoughtfully as she mused over the problem. This would be difficult but she would think of a way to deal with it.

That was when what seemed like a dark figure jumped in between them, its form like that of a blur as what seemed like a lashing tail aimed to slice into Omen’s stomach, though it seemed to meet an invisible barrier that forced it to jump back. His arms were up protecting his face as if it would do anything to help. It narrowed its red slit eyes before what seemed like tendrils lashed out at the two only to be met with a wall of fire that caused a scream of pain to echo across the streets. ”Damn you witch.” It hissed as smoke rose from the flesh that was scorched by her, green eyes dangerously narrowed. She would not stand to have her student attacked by a worthless monster.

”I should say the same of you demon. What are you doing in my territory?” She demanded with white teeth bared, an aura of animosity seeming to radiate that would scare even the bravest. Fire seemed to pour from her hand as it licked at the concrete below her and even melted some of it as it was reduced into a sticky, tar like puddle. ’I will give you one second to run away before I end your sorry existence.” her eyes glowed for a second as the fire turned a white color that only increased in heat before turning back to orange. It was unphased by the display of power.

’You have not enough power to back that threat up Crimson Witch. I know what has happened to you and you are not as powerful as you once were.” It cackled to itself as its breath became a visible red mist that slowly began to condense at its feet. Omen had a feeling that it was not something that he would want to touch but was unsure of what really to do except stare in awe at the deadly looking mist slowly spread along the ground. If they were not in such a secluded place, people would have already called for help. Now was the time to think of something to do against this monstrosity. His mind instantly went to cutting it up, though how it went to that was beyond the young blonde. Maybe if he severed its head he could kill the demon here and now. Without even a prompt a ripple of air shot out at the thing, catching it by surprise as it tried to move out of the way, not in time to prevent its arm from being nearly cleaved in twain. Black blood squirted out of the damaged limb, followed by a bestial screech that curdled the blood in his veins. It hissed at Omen before leaping back and its acidic seeming blood sprayed on the ground before seeming to melt the concrete.

”Acidic blood, as I thought.” Elena muttered as she sent out a stream of flames from her outstretched palm. The demon pushed itself to the side as it dodged the powerful stream of fire that nearly hit it, the flesh that held its arms on slowly squirting out a stream of blood. It would bleed out soon at this rate, if it were a regular human. In that instance it seemed as if the area melted and melded back into a viable limb, as if it had healed instantly. Omen cursed under his breath as he took an approximation of a fighting stance, ready for whatever it would do.

The thing dashed forward with an inhuman speed as it aimed to grab Omen by the neck, its claws cold against his neck, Elena barely able to perceive the movement as her fire tried to stop it. It quickly moved as he was sent through the air, his body feeling it sailing through the empty expanse. His sense of baring was thrown for a loop as he felt himself scream and then he fell.

There was that falling feeling for a second, expectation of the darkness that came with death; possibly even the exploding pain of having his bones break upon impact and then bleeding out. It never came though, only this weightlessness and his eyes closed tightly, slowly opening to the sight of the sky above him. Omen was flying. He willed himself to look at the ground, to turn downward, his eyes now looking upon Elena battling the powerful being that was deftly dodging powerful streams of flame.

It was all about thought, this power that he was gifted with. Maybe he could do more if he really tried but what could he do? Omen willed himself to land, to land at least a good five meters away from the two battling. He would need the distance to be able to get a clear shot at its head or at least make it open long enough for Elena to kill it. Concentrating and envisioning it happening, Omen closed his eyes and imagined the things head being taken off. His eyes opened as the ripple was launched, the thing turning around to have its neck meet with the powerful blade that cut through it, its growl coming out as a choked gurgle. It slumped to the ground as Elena moved upon it with purpose. Its red eyes moved ot her with rage still within them.

”Thank you Omen.” She said with a sagely tone that was tinged with exhaustion. She held a palm to its head which seemed to be trying to right itself, as a stream of fire erupted from it but a pure white color that caused the things skin to bubble and melt. The thing melted in about six seconds, reduced to a bubbling puddle that slowly began to fade from existence. He stared at the spectacle in awe, his green eyes widening.

”Damn Shadow Daemons, always meddling with me because their masters think it funny to try and kill me.” Elena grumbled as she spat where the puddle was. ’made me waste holy fire on them.” She seemed extremely unpleased by that. Looking at Omen with an expression that quickly changed, she smiled. ”We ll I suppose that was as good of a training as it ever would be.” Elena said before shrugging as she quickly went to check his neck. ”Nope,no marks.” She said smiling to herself before turning around.

”What now?” he ventured to ask raising an eyebrow, a little confused by all of what had happened. He had never seen something like that before but he knew that he could have died today. That alone made him a little worried if something would spring around the corner in an attempt to end his life. ’Are we still in danger from more of those things?”

”No, it seems like we are safe for now. You’ve seemed to have learned better under stress, which is good. Not sure I could have handled that Daemon alone. Go home and rest,we can do more training tomorrow. Hopefully we won’t get attacked by something else.”
Omen stood in the same training area, his eyes scanning over the light blue sky that stretched over him, his mother stood in front of him with a quizzical expression, lips stretched into a thin line. Today would be his second training session with his mother, a time he would learn only more about his gifts, one that he had only began to grasp not too long ago. He was still nowhere close to mastering them but he was beginning to understand them a little bit. His hands clenched tightly as he waited for the next lesson, one that he was sure would be useful. ”You did good so far yesterday but we still have more to do than that. I will teach you today on how the destructive nature of water can be just as prevalent as the restorative part of it.” Elena explained, fingers stretching out to brush over the soft grass below her feet.

"Grass is filled with water, as is any living thing that exists. They are a great source and one that you can tap if you reach deep enough.” Elena explained as her eyes looked out to the space around them. "Also the air around you has molecules of water that can be condensed into solid water, all for you to be able to use if you really need it. The world is full of the element if you look hard enough; even people have water within their bodies.” Elena added pulling the small matchbox from her pocket and striking it as fire jumped to life from the tip.

”Fire is similar to water and so very different. They both will seek to spread if given the opportunity and both can be hard to control once out of hand.” The small flame grew into one that seemed to coil around her but was still under her tight control. ” A strong mind can control these willful elements, though not master them. They are an extension of yourself and nothing more, not something that you have under your thumb.” With a single thought the fire was put out, leaving behind the smell of a burning match.

Omen nodded at the explanation given as he sat cross legged on the green grass. So he could draw water from all of the plants around him? Omen reached out his range of influence, reaching for any available water that he could find. It felt as if something were rejecting him, as if the plants would not give forth the water that they held within them to him; a stronger conscience it seemed. Omen exerted more of his will upon them, demanding that they give him the water that they held, as everything seemed to fall away in that instance and there was only this. His mind became a black slate that was decorated with numerous shining points, more numerous than the stars in the sky that blipped across his mind’s eye. Amidst that was the sound of his heart beating slowly, something that reached his ears.

”Come.” It was a singular mental command that seemed to resound as if within a room. In an instant he could feel a resonance that shook him to his very core,one that was as if a very familiar friend were coming to him and within that instance it felt as if a part of him stretched out; grabbing all of the water to pull in.

Omen’s eyes shot open as they saw what seemed like a vast quantity of water spiraling around him in a torrent, more than he had ever had under his control before but the grass in a large circle around him was a sickly yellow color. The price for the life giving fluid was that all of these plants die for it, that he drains them of their precious life blood. Elena looked at him with a silent bemusement, her red lips in a thin line that betrayed no emotion. This was of course not the entire lesson but only part of it. Omen could feel that this small triumph was only the beginning of something greater. ”Let’s take a break. I’m sure that you tired yourself out with that one.” She said handing him a bottle of water as the water seemed to congregate into a vast puddle. She was right of course, he needed a little rest.
”Omen wake up!” The single voice pierced the veil of his dream and pulled him to the surface; back into the reality that was his life. He was laying on his side with arms wrapped tightly around a single teddy bear which was ripped along the left side, white cotton stuffing seeping out of it like organs of some kind. Sun peeking through the window lightly as it stung his newly opened eyes, which retreated behind closed lids that shunned the very light, the life giving light that stung them so. Today he had decided to test the upper limits of his abilities, to see what they could do beyond simply moving water around. What could he really do with these magical gifts that he was born with? Rolling out of his bed, Omen fell face first into the fleece carpeting as he took in a deep breath and let it hiss through his teeth. It was going to be a long day for sure but not one that he couldn’t deal with at any rate. His door opened as Elena peeked through and glared down at him, wondering why he was laying face down in only his boxers. ’Omen Michael Collin, wake up!” She said a little louder as he rolled onto his side as his blue eyes looked upon the red haired woman he called his mother. Her fierce green eyes almost like polished emeralds commanding him with only a look. He knew that she would not take no for an answer, even if he begged.

’Fine mom,I’ll get up.” Omen grumbled as he pushed himself up a few inches with his arms, letting his senses gather as he calculated how much force he would need to push himself up and then did so. She closed the door shut as he quickly gathered up a few clothes to cover his otherwise nearly naked form, a black graphic tee, and worn out jeans that were tattered around the end of the legs. His toes wiggles as he plopped onto his bed and suspended the appendages a good foot above the floor and gazed at the ceiling for a second as if he were trying to think of something before moving to his feet. Not wasting another second he walked out of his room to the smell of bacon permeating the hallway that connected his room to the rest of the house, doors branching off from it to the rest of the enclosure.

His mom was at the stove making what seemed like was breakfast with a cheery smirk on her face, red lips in a pleasing expression that would disarm even the most cold blooded man. Omen smiled revealing lime green braces as he took a seat at the table, an older man with short, well kept hair sat opposite of him with a jovial expression. He propped his head on his palms and took in the smell of the food slowly cooking on the stove. ” So,bacon for breakfast?” he asked raising an eyebrow.

”Not just bacon. We have eggs,toast and pancakes. Can’t have a complete breakfast without pancakes.” She said finishing the last strip of tantalizing bacon, saliva seeming to build within Omen’s mouth at the thought of the bacon, as well as the other breakfast foods which he eagerly awaited to eat. Elena made the plates and before long they were sitting in front of the three as she began to dig into her food, which she did with a certain class. ”So Omen,hows your schooling going?’ Elena asked raising an eyebrow as she wiped away a small bit of grease from the corner of her mouth and taking another bite of bacon.

”it’s going well,I’m passing in most of my classes and things like that.’ Omen said eating the eggs slowly, salty flavor blooming over his tongue as he did. His mother was always the grade A cook, though she never really aimed to make it big with her talent with food seeing as she preferred to go with her skills in magic more than food. Why she did so was beyond him but to each their own had its way with him. His father on the other hand was a simple worker, though he did have aspirations of writing his own novel and having it published one day.

”that’s good to hear, Elena thought you were failing and she was getting worried over nothing.” his father chimed in with his usual cheery tone. The meal went on for about ten minutes, until Omen was finished with his food and placed the plate in its proper place. He thanked his mom for the food and knew he would have to wait until the house was empty to begin his training, which was fast approaching really. His dad would leave in about ten minutes for work and his mom would leave shortly after that. So he had about an hour before he would be alone and that was when he would be free to do what he wanted; which was experimentation.

After patiently waiting, he was finally alone in the house. Omen made his way to the pool behind his house, one of those in ground pool that were deeper than one would have expected them to be, about 12 feet deep. He pressed his palm against the liquid surface as he concentrated his power, his thoughts onto the clear water that was touching his pale skin. If he was correct, he could condense the surface of the water to a point that he could walker on it like solid ground, which opened the door to many things that he could do. His hand pierced the surface as the chlorine infused liquid quickly wetted his hand, which was pulled back. He wasn’t doing it right but he would learn how to.

Putting more concentration into it, he could see the water react as it shifted. He imagined the water stable and him standing on it as if it were land, as if he were just walking along a sidewalk. He pressed the palm against the water and it did not give way this time. A sudden happiness shot through him as he continued this thought process and moved to press his feet against the water’s surface as it held him; he was standing on water, just like that miracle he couldn’t quite remember. Omen took a step forward with trepidation as he felt the water kept steady, the water he was walking on. Omen felt an indescribable happiness shift through him, one that he could only describe as ecstasy as he continued to walk along the surface his concentration only half upon the water and half upon the feeling that surged through him. ”Woah,this is freaking great.” Omen whispered as he simply stared at the water below him, his reflection looking back with the same expression. If he showed Omen this,he would totally freak out or be interested in his own way.

Maybe he would try to find a person to tutor him in the art of using his special talent? Maybe he could do something else except simple water walking? Omen imagined the water rising around him, like arms that would protect him against anything. Which the water reacted to as it rose in thin but powerful looking tendrils that wriggled to life, all transparent but dangerous looking. A large fly flew past him with an annoying buzzing sound, which one of the tendrils reacted to with a swift attack that sliced the fly in two. It was dead without even a single thought, just his will to see the thing silenced. His trepidation was only heightened by this as he let the newly found weapons move around him with a steady rhythm. He focused on one imagining a blade forming on the end, which did, resembling a butcher knife in appearance.

With water he could make weapons, anything that he could imagine really. Would his mom be proud of his awesome abilities or be worried that he would abuse them? This thought entered his mind as his concentration broke and Omen felt the water give way beneath him; and he fell. His hand reached upwards as the water closed in around him, mouth opening to suck in a breath, expecting to feel his lungs clog with water but that was not the case. His head was surrounded by a bubble of water that seemed to keep the water from otherwise killing him. Omen swam upward as his head broke the surface and he took in a deep breath, bubble breaking.

Pulling himself out of the water, he lay on his back, smile still on his face as he considered what he could do. There was so much more to his abilities than that, he would have to think of them though. Maybe the possibility of him being a superhero was not beyond his grasp? All he needed now was someone to teach him how to use his powers, how to be a master of them so to speak.

”Damn,that was pretty intense.” he said pleased and it was.
The idea was simple, extend your consciousness out into the world and feel, and communicate with plants. The hard part was not losing you in the mass of individuals in the mind of the plants. Each individual blade of grass, tree, shrub, plant, rose, and tulip each wanted to talk, to scream, to cry, to laugh to do whatever it is they did together for the sake of communing together. If The Collective were going to work together with their newest members, they knew it would be beneficial to share their capabilities. The discussions helped to put everyone on the same page, but unfortunately it also made something abundantly clear: none of them had any particular expertise when it came to the arcane Darkhold.

Omen recalled some information on the ancient book from his studies, or stories that Omen had been told during preparations for one of the haunts. According to legend, the Darkhold was originally inscribed by the Elder God Chthon, collating all of the primordial entity's mystical knowledge in one place. However, despite the lure of the secrets that it contained, the Book of Sin also carried the curse that an unwary reader would lose their very soul to Chthon. The Darkhold acted as an indestructible link to Chthon, forever allowing him a foothold in the Earth's realm when the other Elder Gods had all long-since been banished from this plane of existence. It was possible, if the pages of the Darkhold were unified and certain spells were read by a skilled practitioner, that the book could perhaps be used to summon Chthon in a manifested form, unleashing the malevolent Elder God to walk the Earth once more.

Of course, the Darkhold was a grave threat above and beyond its association with Chthon. It contained an endless array of the blackest spells imaginable, any number of which could be used to create horrors and potentially catastrophic events to unfold. Mythical reports from pre-Atlantean scholars had suggested that spells contained within the Darkhold had been used in the original creation of a variety of monsters, including vampires and werewolves, spreading their curses through the Book of Sin's mystical means. It was without any doubt a highly dangerous object, and it was imperative that The Collective managed to locate and retrieve the Darkhold's scattered pages before it fell into the wrong hands. However, one would question wither the Collective was the right hands to have said book.

While the others shared whatever information they possessed, whether it was about their own abilities or otherwise, Omen wondered about how to further him and the group by gathering a helping hand. While he wasn’t a techno-savy individual, one might make a claim that he was the most advance computer, and he wanted to connect to a Windows 98 computer. He set out to try and create a difficult but creative link between himself and the plants surrounding him. Tree’s, grass, potted and staked plants. At first he would try and use a physical connection, tenuous however this being his first real try, it could be a stressful experience.
"Hello? Can everybody hear me? Apologies for the bad connection, I'm still getting the hang of using these styles for communications. Give fellow plant a few moments to adjust please..."

The voice came from nowhere, seemingly projected directly into all of their minds by some unknown individual. Although somewhat distant, the sound was coming through relatively clearly, and did not seem affected by the language skills of Omen. They could all hear the voice despite the noise of the meristems, and identified it as belonging to a young male, probably someone who wasn’t from around here.

"Everyone's there? Fantastic! Well, let's get down to business then. My name is Omen... don't worry about trivial things, this is somewhat of an emergency. And if I've checked the proper values and ideals correctly, I think we all have a very similar goal. You are all in grave danger, I wish to save this planet, and to that I want to find the missing pages of the Darkhold. So I propose that we work together. Many hands make light work, and all that? Don't worry; I'm not expecting you to find the Darkhold pages for me without anything in it for you. You'll give me the pages, and in return, I'll promise to clean up this place, this awful tainted place"

It was hard to take in what this phantom-voice was saying. Apparently, this plant was not only fully aware of The Collective and their reasons for being in the city, but he was hunting for the Darkhold's pages himself.
"So... do we have a deal? I don't mean to be a pain, but I'd appreciate a quick answer. And so would the world.” The reply the meristems gave was one of well, unrequited danger and forbiddance at the mention of the Darkhold, however the very planet being in danger, communication with them was perhaps key.
Omen reacted to the unseen presence of the plants in different ways. This method of mental communication was a completely new experience for some of them, like potted plants who chose to remain quiet while they waited to see how the world would respond. Others had a little bit more of a history dealing with psychic connections, and tree’s remembered there past clashes with the telepathic mutants in the town of Sleepy Hollow. Trees was ready for anything and steeled there mind against any possible mental manipulation. But Omen was savvy enough to notice the differences from when mutants had used their powers against plants; they could not feel any attempt to control their mind or delve into their memories during this link. Apparently, Omen was a plant, and that was more than enough for trees.

"What can I say, I'm not someone that feels the need to be the control I’m asking for help, I’ll only take what I need. " Omen responded to meristems comment about not having heard of him, sounding more amused than offended, " After all, doesn't that make it much easier on your conscience to see the Darkhold in the hands of a minor league player like myself, instead of one who can’t listen? It's really a win-win situation for everybody if we all cooperate together, and you find the missing pages for me. Help me forge a path, let me use the tools I have to work for you, and I’ll use the tools you have to work for me."

Although he sounded like he was playing himself down, the meristems were fooled. Despite his apparently flippant attitude, this man clearly knew what he was doing if he had managed to contact and hold such a collection of plants in his mind at once. Perhaps some might have suspected Omen was probably intentionally trying to present himself as less-threatening as perhaps he truly was. He was certainly well-informed, if nothing else, as he responded with amused laughter to their mentions of phoenix and Darkhold.

"Oh, I heard all about that! Either way, it would be SUCH a shame if someone was to destroy this planet, along with the life on it? That really would be a lousy thing to do. And I'm sure it wouldn't have to come to that, as long as you all do the smart thing and find me those missing Darkhold pages!"

This was news to meristems. If Omen was to be believed, and admittedly that was a fairly big 'if', then the powerful phoenix was on its way to destroy all life, not just humans. The power it had unleashed upon the world, would likely be a earth ending event. Would Omen really resort to such tactics against fellow plants, if they refused to cooperate with his hunt for the Darkhold pages? Even the plant that had not been a part of provoking of the phoenix knew they had to be wary; if it was called down upon them, it was highly unlikely that the phoenix would be particularly discriminating about who was-and-was-not present at the time, and would simply attempt to kill everyone in sight as it condemned them to burn. And speaking of burning, plants particularly hate that.

"This connection is fascinating and quite hard to maintain, you all speak at once, you need someone to speak for you, with you, and about you" once again, he sounded more amused than truly offended, and quickly responded to meristems's later comments about a possible deal, "Ah, now we're getting down to business! Well, if saving a planet that's in dire straits doesn't quite float your boat, then I'm sure we can work out some new terms to a mutually beneficial arrangement. Like I said before, I'm all about the win-win! So if you need a certain problem solved, area cleaned or creature taken care of. Not a problem whatsoever, for myself of my not-inconsiderable resources. Consider it a done deal, as soon as you find me those pages."

Apparently, Omen was more than happy to grant merisems anything that it wanted in exchange for their assistance. Everything from cleansing whatever garbage dump or toxic fill was all approved without any problems. Of course, Meristems did notice that Omen did not even acknowledge the question of what he actually intended to do with the Darkhold pages once he had them, but that was probably to be expected. Likewise, they was unsurprised when Omen neatly avoided any answer to his straightforward inquiry into how to stop the phoenix. He did have some information on where they could actually begin their search for the pages, though.

"Trust me, this planet will be saved. But still relatively safe, all things considered. And I can personally assure you that it will come to no harm whatsoever, as long as I have your cooperation. I'll contact you when you have the pages that I require, and ask you a location where I can find them. Now, as for where to find them... that's a three-part answer. The Darkhold pages have been scattered, but I've been able to gather the majority here in the city. And as I knew it would, it's drawn other would-be collectors, who are hoping to finish their own collections when they know the rest of the pages are so close at hand. So other than myself, the three other people that currently own Darkhold pages are all in town. Convenient, right? I'm making your job so much easier, you can thank me any time that you want..."

While Omen started to explain, some plants decided they had no intention of listening. Instead, they wanted to explore the possibilities of the mental connection that Omen had established. Using his own terresital powers, they focused their consciousness through the link, attempting to ride it directly into Omen's mind so they could possess the other man. Their's astral form whirled into an indistinct, ghostly mist... then vanished with a spectral howl as he was torn from the side of his team mates!

"That... was not very bright," Omen's voice sounded different, less like he was trying to sound cute or non-threatening, and more like there's actions had genuinely annoyed him, "I'd strongly advise the rest of you not to try anything like that. Otherwise, I might not see the funny side."

They reappeared, back in natural forms, and with no memory of what had happened during their brief absence. Needless to say, attempting to possess Omen had been less successful that they might have hoped, and they felt... strange. Like something may have happened while he was attempting to access the mental connection, and that it had unforeseen consequences.

"Alright... back to business. The first of the three other Darkhold collectors is a voodoo necromancer named Samuel Barone, athough his followers call him the Black Talon. He's involved in the local drug trade, from what I've heard. Not a very pleasant character at all, and definitely a lot more interested in zombies than any right-thinking person should be. He only has a handful of pages, mostly involving spells to do with the dead, but Barone knows that the Darkhold is his chance to become a real force to be reckoned with on the occult scene. You can find him at his squalid back-alley 'office' on the Eastside of town. Don't worry, you can't miss him if you're looking, Barone is not a difficult man to find. Just look for the guy in the ceremonial chicken garb."

"Collector number two is a lady... and I'm using that term VERY loosely... by the name of Vivian Crowe. She's a fervent priestess of Set, the Seven-Headed Serpent God of Chaos. And because according to the ancient lore, the Darkhold was written with a 'get-out-of-jail-free' spell for another Elder God, it's author Chthon, Crowe thinks that with a little bit of creative interpretation it will be just as effective at summoning her lord and master into the world. The snake-worshipping cult that she's leading has actually gathered quite a few pages of the Darkhold, and they've set up for business in an old theater along Hollywood Boulevard."

"Last but not last, we have Elsa Bloodstone... the daughter of legendary immortal monster-hunter Ulysses Bloodstone. PLEASE tell me that at least one of you has heard of Ulysses Bloodstone? Well, anyway... his daughter is a bit like all of you, only even more uptight. She's been gathering pages to 'safeguard them' from evil-types that are going to use the spells for their own nefOmenous reasons. Now, being the resourceful young man that I am, I've already been able to relieve Miss Bloodstone of most of her pages, along with the ones that she had left with a fallen angel friend of hers for safe-keeping. But she's got a final set, and they're locked away in Bloodstone's secure vault... which is warded against demonic intrusion, so unfortunately I can't simply send my Hell-Hounds to play fetch. Although I'm sure all of you will have no problems overcoming the wards, traps and other defenses that Bloodstone has set to keep the pages safe. The vault is at her place, the old Bloodstone family mansion in Beverly Hills. So yes, good luck with that!"

Although his threats against planet's life or to bring the wrath of phoenix down upon them if they failed to comply could not have won him many fans, Omen had actually provided meristems with some useful information. They now had three locations of where to begin their hunt for the Darkhold pages, and make sure that the accursed book would not fall into the wrong hands.

Omen had just came from a wild goose chase with a thought that he could just drop everything and try to be some kind of superhero. To escape the realities of life. The plan was to save someone trapped in a burning building, but he hesitated. The woman trapped inside turned out fine. A firefighter managed to save her. Those firefighters were the real heroes today. If he would've ran into that building he would've been in the way, or worse, he could've gotten them all killed. The smell of smoke still lingering in his clothing put images in his head of how wrong things could have gone. The thought of becoming some super hero of the day blinded him. He could only continue to ask himself what in the word was he thinking.

He looked at a clock in the window of a shop in the middle of proceeding down the sidewalk. Just forty five minutes had passed since he was on that bus on the way to school. He could go back. He could probably make it in time for his other classes. Only on that bus he had made a small self-revaluation of what he wanted to be in life. He thought about signing up to work for SINS. It would give him the heroic thrills he sought and then there was the pay. Risking his life would pay more than being a doctor would. Right now it seemed like his best choice. If only he wasn't so impulsive about these things. He started to wonder what his mother would think if he told her what he wanted to do.

The subtle thoughts turned into images of his mother crying over the loss of his father while he died on duty as a police officer. He imagined that she might be against it for that very reason. He was all she had left after all. However, not even she knew about Omen's secret. The fact that he owned a power. A power that made harm seem laughable. Only he never tested his limits. He had no idea just how invulnerable he was. The idea of dying foolishly scared him. He felt stressed.

At the corner of the block he spotted a Starbucks coffee shop. Since it was so early, those hot coffee beverages sounded like a nice way to calm his nerves. He entered the shop and went up to the cashier to order his drink. It was quick to prepare, so he was there relaxing at his table alone to sip away at his coffee while he thought over how stupid his actions were in no time at all. He leaned his head on his elbow supported hand and stared blankly out the glass window at the outside world. "What was I thinking?" He said quietly to himself before taking another sip of the aromatic sugary drink.
Omen sat alone in his bus seat row closest to the window. He took the occasional glaring around but there was nothing to see. A woman talking on a cell phone five seats back, an old man dozing off on the opposite side of the bus as him, and a mother and her two children carrying book bags that were apparently on their way to a school. The lack of people on the bus at this time of morning wasn't strange. Everything seemed average and expectable. Omen set his elbow on the windowsill and rested his head propped against his hand and sighed. The foreign boy that he had met at the bus stop's words echoed in his head while he let his mind wander and dream.
"I see a bright future for someone like yourself..."

His eyes darted over to his book bag laying on the floor partially opened. One of his medical books were poking out of the half unzipped bag. There was his future. That was going to his way to make a living. "A doctor... Doctor Ryker. Few years maybe..." He mumbled to himself for no real rhyme or reason. Just absentmindedly letting his thoughts flow. It seemed like a pretty good life from one point of view. Being a doctor paid well. It was respectable. It meant you were actually a valuable asset to society. Right?
"...and it seems like you want to be much more than just a doctor."

More than just a doctor? It sounded appealing. Only his reality was he had to make a living somehow. His mother was working part time since his father died. His loss meant that someone had to step up to provide for the family. He took his eyes off the books and went to stOmenng out the window at all the buildings they passed. You could be a hero, sure, but in the world we live in, being selfless only made you rich in character. Not rich in wealth. The look in his eyes seemed to turn duller the more he thought about it.
"...You may not be a superhero, but nothing is stopping you from becoming the hero you inspire to be."

He rubbed at his temple with his thumb while he thought over that line. How wrong could it get, is what Omen felt like asking. He didn't voice it. He he felt tired. Not physically tired. More like he was... bored? Where he was headed just didn't seem so appealing anymore. It was starting to sound like a duty instead of something he really aspired to be. Did he really have the ambition to make a decision on a whom to just go out and try to save people following some dream of being some hero? It would be careless and stupid in the world he lived in. At the end of the day, life came first. Can't live without income.
"Ryker, you should choose your own destiny. Not follow the one society has laid out for you..."

Just as he recollected that thought, the bus had came to a stop at a pickup point to gather more passengers. Right there on the side of the bus stop was an advertisement for SINS needing recruits. It made Omen raise an eyebrow at all the possibility. He had heard of Shield a couple times on the news but he didn't know much about them, other than the fact that when you heard about some super powered rampaging behemoth on the news they were there on the front lines holding them off. He could've sworn they took up heroes for hire. Heroes of the 'special' variety. It seemed like a great idea. He could be a hero and they probably paid well too. It met all specifications you could say.

While he was still in daydream mode, the new passengers had boarded the bus. It started to pull off but before it managed to accelerate more than ten feet it jerked to a stop. Big surprise that almost no one had their seat belts on, including Omen. From his rested position of leaning on the windowsill, he ended up catching himself with both hands. "Ah! Damn it!" He said in a hushed exclamation. The blaring sound of a siren in the distance covered the swears of his vocalized pain. He choose a bad placement of his hands. A loose screw had punctured the palm of his hand.

When he held his hand in front of his face to look at the severity of it, instead he got to see the last of it finishing up with mending itself shut. He stared vacantly at it for a second. It always surprised him no matter how many times it happened, his regeneration. He wiped the little blood that managed to bleed out onto his sleeve before anyone caught on his his discreet little healing. As he did, the source of the siren flew past the front of the bus. An ambulance followed by a parade of police cars and fire trucks. His head turned so that he could follow their trail while they went by. In the distance he caught a glimpse of a towering smoke rising into the air. It could only mean one thing. "A fire..?" He said to himself.

He looked at his healed up hand again. This power that he had was going wasted not being used to help more if he could. That's when a reckless idea popped into his head. What if he went to go save the people inside the building from the fire? Although it sounded like the cliché origin story of some comic book hero, it was a real situation and people needed help.

Omen stood up just as the bus was beginning to gain momentum again. He yanked on the wire coil that signaled someone wanted to get off the bus. The driver hit the brakes again, making the bus rock on it's suspension once more and shake up the passengers a little more than they fancied. The out of shape tubby dark-skinned bearded man looked back at Omen. "Son, what's the matter with you?! This bus is five minutes late already! You trying to make it later?" Omen hesitantly made his way to the door while he stammered out, "Uh.. sorry. Almost missed my stop." He exited the bus with his eyes anchored to the end trails of the firetruck which he could still see and hear in the distance. The door sealed shut behind him and the bus pulled away.

He broke off into a sprint down the sidewalk. The people walking the streets were probably questioning what got into that boy, running like his life depended on it. If they could get a good glimpse of him wearing his book bag over his shoulder, then maybe they would assume he was just a college kid running late for some class. Only if. He looked up at a sign that he passed at once of the street corners. It read something about a speed limit, and he could've sworn it said thirty miles per hour. He looked beside himself to see a car. It was moving just as fast as him. No! He was moving just as fast as it? Was he always this fast? He pressed on without a hint of fatigue or tire.

There were more clusters of people down the path. He diverted his running to the street, darting into the traffic to merge. The idea sounded smarter in his head than it did on paper. Surprisingly, he started to outrun cars the faster his stride rate became. He started to smile and chuckle to himself out of the excitement of it all. It all seemed like something out of a fantasy. What if he was still on that bus, dreaming after he had fell asleep?

'SKURRRRRRRRD- BAM!' He had his answer. It had stuck him like a car moving at forty miles per hour coming down an intersection in his blind spot. Actually, that was what struck him. Omen felt his body go light for a little. Was he flying now in this little dream world his impulsively decided to live in? No. The impact had carried him into the air. With a impactive thud that was drowned out with a fanfare of horns from cars in every direction, Omen layed there motionless.

Like a heart beat he felt a pulse of pain rush through his body. It only seemed to last for an instance before it went away. He opened his eyes and looked up. His first thought? Man the skies sure cleared up fast today. It was as if the fact that getting hit by a car seemed like nothing to him right now. He set his head up a bit to look down at his body. His arm was busted and bleeding but it was already healing up good as new. Civilians of the sidewalk and car drivers alike started to approach the man who had just got hit by a car. Their expression were a mix of shocked, astounded, surprised, and some worried.

The first face he saw since getting knocked senseless was that of a frightened man. The driver of the car that hit him. He was scared that he had killed a guy most likely. His hearing finally adjusted from being hit so hard. It was like a dull white noise was all he heard until the guy started to speak. "Oh god man! Are you okay? Oh god! I'm so sorry man!" Omen shook his head while he was still on the ground. He sat up and started to say something, but before he could he noticed that a tooth had been knocked ajar in his mouth. He spat out the blood covered molar to the side and felt around the edges of his teeth with his tongue to see where the gap had been. Only there was none. Apparently it had regenerated. It made Omen hesitate before he said something.

"Don't worry about it." Omen picked himself up off the ground like nothing happened. That only made the car driver even more scared than before. "I.. are you sure man? We gotta get you to a hospital! Someone call an ambulance!" The guy kept looking Omen over. The look he was giving him was like the kind someone would make if they saw the living dead walking again. 'This is going to be a problem', Omen thought to himself. What was he to do? Just tell the guy he was some kind of super powered invincible person taking a leisurely stroll through a busy intersection? That would've probably worked. It wasn't as practical as just running away to leave the scene was though.

He left the crowd that had gathered in the dust. "Hey! Come back!" He heard vOmenous screams from the people. Mostly from the guy he got into the accident with. He felt that they would be better off without his explanation. After all, he had people to save from a burning building, right? He couldn't deny it. He felt really powerful right now. Like he could do anything. Maybe all this hero stuff was getting to his head. Maybe he was being immature. Those thoughts never crossed the budding hero inside Omen.

He had lost the firetruck, but he could still see the smoke rising into the air about five more blocks down a few more turns in the forks of the road. It seemed like smooth sailing from here on out. That is, until history repeated itself. Another car came at him, but this time he was ready. Just as it crossed his path, he instinctively leaped up by reflex. He stuck the landing without losing his baring in the middle of a cross walk, then he looked back. Did he just jump over a whole car? Was he always this fast, and agile? It was like this was all a trail run of what he could do. He looked up at the number of the street sign up on the street post that dictated what street he was on. Judging from the number, he had apparently ran about fifteen city blocks in less than seven minute's span. Even after he had ran all that, why didn't he get tired? Why did he feel so energetic right now? He shrugged off the questions and advanced down the street.

With each breath he could smell himself getting closer to the inferno. The smell of smoke. The smell of embers. The smell of smoldering things. It was all over the air. It made things suddenly feel so much more exhilarating. So much more real! He was so close! He turned down another corner and there he saw it. A Five story high apartment complex. The building wasn't isolated. It was build as a part of many apartments, connected side by side into other buildings. The fire fighters seemed to be all over keeping the fire from spreading by drenching the buildings next to it in water, breaking through the windows with their powerful hoses to was away any potential for the flames to catch. They had a barricade up to keep civilians back. Most were those that evacuated the building.

He looked amongst them first. His intentions were to save anyone if they were still stuck inside. The first problem he had to tackle was to actually see if anyone was in there. It would be foolish to just run into a burning building on a whim that someone was still in there. Not all comic book clichés were accurate in real life. He wasn't going to deny that the intensity of how the flames looked didn't make him rethink his plans. If anyone would know if there were people still inside, it would be the tenants of the place, or the people who lived there.

A man accompanied by a small crying child caught his attention. They were standing near the edge of the barricade. Omen got closer. He could hear the girl's cries better to decipher behind all the screaming that she was crying out for her mother. "Hey! Are there any people still in that building?" Omen placed a hand on the man's shoulder to get his attention. The guy turned around with a frightened look in his eye. "My wife! My wife is still in there!" He went back to staring at the blazing inferno of a building pleading for his wife to come out okay.

Omen felt a small hand tug at his over coat. He glaringd down to see the little girl looking up at him with a desperate look in her eye. "Please! Please save mama!" It was a sad sight. One that only made Omen want to break into that building even worse now. "Don't worry. I'll save your mother." The little girl let go of his jacket and nodded. Omen noticed the look in the girls eyes change somehow. What was it? Hope? Had he given hope to the crying eyes? It made him feel like a hero already.

Omen distanced himself away from the group in front of the building. There were officers forming a perimeter, along with the barricades and busy firefighters doing their job. He didn't want to interrupt them or possibly get in the way of their work. It wouldn't make him much of a hero if he acted recklessly and got in the way of the normal average everyday heroes.

The place was crawling with officers and firefighters. From the front and back of the building at that. Darting in would just bring him grief. He knew that the officers would either try to stop and restrain him from breaking in. The chance of that ending up in his favor was high, but he didn't want to risk it. Getting tackled or tasered by an officer like that would look bad on his record. Fighting an officer back would look even worse. If he was seen making his entrance there was a chance that they would send another firefighter inside. By the looks of how intense the flames were, he didn't want to add on to the people he would need to save.

He had to be covert. Only there was a problem. No entry point was out of sight enough. He wasn't skilled nor stealthy enough to take a different one, and time was ticking. The longer he spent standing around thinking it over, the longer that poor woman stayed helplessly trapped in the building. He was in too much of a rush to notice of cool and collected his thoughts were under pressure. Not that running into a burning building to chase after some hero dream was logical, mind you.

Omen came to the conclusion that if he was really going to do this, he had to act now. He was just about to get a running start. His heart was nearly beating out of his chest before he started running. Looking at the fire was like stOmenng a king cobra right in the eye. It psyched him out and caused him to hesitate. Before he could even take a step, a large explosion occurred on the second floor of the building. The flooring collapsed. He could tell that much just by the thunderous sound of all that wood framing hitting from the seven foot drop. Smoke furiously poured from the building. The husband of the woman inside started screaming her name. Omen couldn't make it out over all the other sounds around, but he knew just by intuition.

Out of all the smoke and haze from the flames spreading out, a dark figure could be seen carrying something out of his shoulder. Once freed from the curtain of smoke, the black yellow stripped wearing firefighter made himself and the woman he was carrying over his shoulder known. The people cheered for the marvelous rescue. Just by the skin of his teeth he managed to escape the final blast, he the fire fighter. The real hero here. Omen turned down an ally to get away from the scene. He didn't stay to watch the happy reunion between that woman, her husband and child. As much as he hated to admit it, he had failed. He couldn't do it after all in the end. He was too impulsive. He wasn't prepared. He found no reason to stick around. Becoming the hero he aspired to be would have to be a dream achieved on another day. He turned a corner onto a busy main street where he could disappear and go on acting like he was never there.
Omen sat twiddling its thumbs, the recent accident had recently just. This was quite distraught as you put his hand on the machine trying temper with the power controls it can be grabbed and thrust it around. This cause the machine to move faster and faster the machine actually nearly broke his arm after spending a more rampant. It increased in speed every single time and rotation spun and spun and spun. It quickly exploded after his arm started catching the slammed against the metal bar nearby. Cause the machine to stop in his rotation was a central part of the machine began to malfunction sparks began to fly and exploded, sending sparks flying everywhere hitting him and him in the face and everything is soon the huge first-generation pop from one of the pipes spewing into the area causing a massive amount of gambling metal doors immediately shut down closing them off from the world. This would cause a faltering in what he had assumed would be a bright future in the age of 18 he already been assured along into a long line of successful sciences. This would create huge urge for him everywhere and everything, but soon this would change people stroking his freak even though we still had ingenious mind, many things were blessed to be understood. This would cause more people problems in the future and have untold consequences, Newt Gingrich strength as he'd always been strongly skinny man. But his height which would just so unnatural and would not make any sense whatsoever. You would double the size beyond any tallest man in the world, he was now the largest human being that ever existed. He was Jane Norman as he towered over people made them look small and scrawny. His entire body room to extreme lengths, and it made him hard to communicate even have a relationship with anyone, as people automatically thought he was some sort of freak weirdo. His next few years six years with the karma, and will now go into further detail of Wisconsin to live in turmoil and stick to his studies in psychology. Which was something he was arrested but at the time that was his major, but that was quickly changed when he found the gamma radiation class, so he volunteered going to experiment. The salon to get engines but after entering the class he really thinks him it might be extremely dangerous and. In this would lead to his downfall, in the Indian research of nuclear physics or anything of that matter, he decided that he would stick to what he knew he would keep the psychology in cinema builds and lockups, is now use a big strong man they needed some way of defending himself. He didn't want mine people the public interest mindedness and change things, as the students possible handle mine has an unbreakable will. This is what he would attempt to do and would do so grateful with great force. After this he would continue to do this and continue set up his mind, this is little important for this was just the start of the years it never even wanted the 10 facilities are trigeminal right now he was just working on the psychology. We will start this chapter with day one day one of 10 day one of what he will become. On his first day in the cities really weren't very successful really didn't have much to do anything to do it all, it really wasn't something he expected to do to be so hard it was really quite complicated and 41 he was almost impossible. It would make it impossible for him to continue me this is a venture and the students slight world. So he decided just freeze he would go to the park on his first day of the accident inside the bin doubled to 12 foot three. This would scare many pedestrians walk across or walked around the park he said outside of his house and he started to walk down the stairs he would notice something on to the corner of his eye he knows the lady was stOmenng at him is recommended and also in difficult to go downstairs so we had to almost crouches have been as he went down the stairs even though the stairs from immensely tall it's taken to go halfway down before he could even bring that up. The doorways of make it impossible for the amount he would literally have a complicated procedure to go to get the doorways, but currently he had none of this you came into the building only one time after his giant size so it really only been two. Two or three times. The lady across from him was stOmenng as gargantuan size wondering what this monster was worried we would do what he could do session for their and simply stare at him. So he would continually pushing move forward down the stairs eventually would reach the flat footing of the floor the marble metallic floor that was surrounded by a veil of spotted black diamonds. He would continue his weight woman the whole entire time stared at him as if he was some kind of monster this meeting take great offense he looked in. Woman dies that talk off. That is all he would need to say
that's all he wanted secular he wasn't feel like dealing with people who are ignorant when it happened to him or even cared to look at and we are. Is he which continue moving up continue moving down and forward towards the entrance he didn't care what people thought of what they would do him or even significant sieges continue down the stairs. This was his choice and this is what you would do with his life he was going to decided that's what he would do and there was nothing anyone could stop them to do. He was good to be ignorant and not care about anyone besides himself, that admitting decision today, that he would make sure that you make this point of the foolish and he would care for no one and only love himself. With this decided now it would make it possible for him to continue his ways, he decided to the part you some observation for psychology coupon cost crash that, because he really didn't have any books or anything he could use to help him with that he would just decide to go on this way and is a little routes and that would be his decision. So we continue walking outside he made it to the door luckily this time. But now is on the streets he towered over everyone making them look as small mere baby infants. And he never wore shared in the problem ladies wear short scratch that problem that is why you can wear shared with you really feel like Esau hit the big muscles he could show them off. But this would more likely frighten people and his muscles were protesting to enormous, it looked as though he can lift up semi with a single arm flinch. And that would cause problems as people become unfunny and be scared to death, and as he continued towards the park he will begin the steroid was wearing all kinds of things were said it may want to screen your needed one to lash out he didn't know what to delete his continued his walk. He shrugged his shoulders and his eyes down he kept his shoulders very low and very tense he was wanting to punch hurt any of the people now. But he gives a thought nothing only cause trouble for himself yet know what they scratch that he had no idea what he could do what he was capable of so we decided to just keep his mouth shut and do nothing. He continued his walk along the sunny part scratch that he continued his walk along the sunny sidewalk. Some Blair behind his back making the right scratch that the some Blair behind his back making the sidewalk extremely hot in even notice it for some reason he wasn't sure why he didn't feel any heat or anything at all. It just felt like a normal dating him, so you continue his walk down the pathway towards the park he continued keep going and keep going and going. That was his decision immensely with do you keep the kept going in eventually drench the park after a while of walking. People were still looking at him funny but he decided men whatever it's not a big deal. He decided to go it and scout out the area looked at the area has multiple trees sprouted up all along the place, it had a green grass variable shall one side with the cut straight through the middle. This was a Manhattan Park but it was good enough for him he quickly walked up and sit on the bench nearby. He could see people walking their dogs giggling and laughing but every so often someone would notice him sitting on the bench and look at him funny he wasn't sure why. It wasn't like a normal scared look it was like a a almost a eccentric woe to you would use not see something and so he decided to stand up and when he stood up he realized what happened. As he turned around he saw the bench that he'd been sitting on the broken free of the bars that had called him up. It was only wooden benches so was easily broken by heavyweight and that indicates that made him extremely worried, he hadn't checked his waiter how much later, she could lift or anything like that. Maybe use that instead of looking at studying people because most of them anyway the fee without him they would run away or get scared. He can do a psychological analysis of fast trinket and other people's mind the you really didn't have an aptitude for it himself he would have to learn trying to get better at this for defenses against people who could do things like this. After breaking these the bench he decided it was time to go you standing there looking, five anyone please offer us to make him pay for it as yet no money at all. Is even his own parents had sent a message on his phone had been disowned him, so therefore he decided it was time to move and get out of here. He quickly began to run and respect something was on the in the running the giant holes in the ground humongous holes this is for the crushed the ground itself. He was traveling extremely fast by the timing or the rent is running smack dab into next to the building quickly abruptly stopped himself leaving a giant trail screeching across the street and across the sidewalk. This made it very obvious where he was he decided maybe you should walk is this destination will now change to a nearby gym he attempted to go to a while ago but it hasn't been very stressful. Ms. never really strong and never had any great strength. So he decided to keep going when he ran forward and kept yelling and he was still leaving giant holes in the ground but right now even care he's making test and he could hear people already clamoring around the holes looking at the giant men and even her people on the phone with 911. During property damage and the Holcomb monster and all kinds of things. He continued his walk average price it slow down because you can't damage even when the trail eventually it passed down the people obviously knew it was new he would just delaying the FROM coming in talking to him in a few minutes he didn't plan to work off you didn't want to these officers could do anything anyways decided it was time to check the gym and see what he can do. He walked in and they were very big muscular men are strong but he was much bigger and much more bill to make it ever be in their entire lifetime. Even though this was a professional gym and he felt as if he could do much more weight they were doing. You know why is the way it's actually looks huge in the numerous to, for some reason his body was just telling him this is easy. So you decided that now it was his time to continue to the listing for the cops would show up you when you get a good estimate of what its capabilities were going to do, he even asked the biggest and strongest man looking man to punch him is hardly cut he would walk up to the man the man wouldn't look at him oddly any was little bit scary innocently asked him to please punch me sorry you can't in a memo to employees share the. He replied with if you don't SNAP your neck this infuriated the man started to be in Wayland. Something was odd though he felt nothing is punch is announced off of his skin as if they were nothing increasing your the man stripped hauler humans looks as if he's about to cry. His hands been battered and bruised as if they been hitting a steel wall his armor in armor on his skin stainless steel. Is what he was thinking it really wasn't steel but skin was strangely complex compact and extremely strong and tough. This would make it almost possible for them to be killed but it also worried this would this have other things in impacts his wife we obviously do other things we not nearly do all kinds of different things. When asked if he wasn't yet sure yet. You value the cops motioning outside you the sirens in the scene almost would be like an entire force swipe cards policemen and offices of all kinds sheets. You heard them yelling and screaming that he needed to test the strength first before he did anything but quickly went over to the nearest bench manager had stacked up on their 500 pounds or more in this was 90 families that use being assisted by partners they were trying to max two is very limited. Pick this up in with one hand leaning over the bench he could easily curl it even programmers had with one hand this the baby weight it was nothing compared to what he could do. He decided now was time to switch weights he quickly walked over and when he walked over to the next rack in racket thousand 2000 pounds. This is Mr. bench Brett's scratch that this was meant for like us in the many been doing was big bogeyman he been pressing with all his might have looked like. He was even able to he still had assistance from part C decided to lift up the bell that was the rack of weights that was set by find them but present you with an over 720 begins waitlist Joseph was moved is nothing he could twirl it between his fingers as if it was no weight at all he would throw it) catch and throw it and catch and throw it and catch it. It was nothing he quickly through the rack back on he now knew that history is far superior than anything can ever event. This would make them decide below more confident with Lisa C quickly started the had to do towards the door tripping and tackling overweight and other things and even people the cops immediately told him stop right where you are not the guns pointed at him and his station even this one squatted behind the cars in it now fanned doubts surround and wasn't sure what would happen all he knew was he didn't want to go to jail and he couldn't pay for this. Thought maybe with my legs I can jump to numerous height and make things possible that no one could ever believe. He quickly decided now was time to test his abilities the men began to five points each vOmenous sounds would come off and fired up against the skin.

This wasn't much effectively felt nothing it is not confiscated if it was nothing but a boy shooting with a Nerf gun. He was surprised with… It was nothingness it felt easy felt like he could do anything that will help the offense he was flying in the air even though the RPG launcher scratch that even the grenade launcher that it fired at him bounced off the skin and exploded next to me fell just intensely compete in nothing less he was was unsure what kind of must-read become but for some reason he liked what he could do it was shared that this could be helpful in any was hopeful in what events could he do. Maybe can help the world maybe fix himself maybe you can do anything he wanted. I default to their he jumped way too high he was flying hundreds and hundreds of feet into the air he this is extremely unexpected as you voltage is higher and higher into the air this was impossible it's speeded increased exponentially in strength that increased exponentially everything about unlimited priest into increasing the same levels. This made him unsure about how to be be the straw how could he be as powerful what could he do with it. Are you both higher and higher-Eric speed increased and he kept going faster and faster air this was unexpected.
The travels must be increased to increasing bull high levels. He was not reaching the sky is the limit was the man he was everything you never wanted to be right now is only the Phyllis Kenney filled air every splashing into a. His fellow me think of the fill-in all in the cops bullets sprayed in a new and completely he was not too far for the shoot. Even the sniper bullets were fired off and bouncing office in they could meet the damages he felt informal phallic and anything can happen. Something he noticed he started to descend down to earth something on bounced their demand that many were down below him had it it had extraordinary things happen to them when he folded off you destroy the entire front of the store in the cop cars the been thrown extremely high into the air and the Minutemen bounced back and now you a the cops to find anymore viciously for ages than a few pups in a few pellets every now and then the initial barrage was not a full-fledged fire. They didn't think would be that hard to take down but he was still alive and you still find even the snipers or far away he can now track on did and he continued his pace towards the pH was a sniper smashing of the destroy cop cars smashing into the giant and throwing it 50 feet of their you move that's one advantage if it was heavily chucked it with the shoulder brunt force it completely smashed deeply and three and it was no use if metal was week he was strong. He continued snipers went that far out they were actually only a few blocks over on high building. Need one jump training misfire he completely missed were you aiming for he explained right in front of the police officer smashing causing ability entire building shake, with every giant stroking me with his giant feed a massive earthquake with underway anywhere near him. This earthquake was extremely powerful and because the wind shakes violently and lose their footing and fall over quite easily I might add. His incredible capabilities and powers made him extremely powerful medium extremely tough this allowed him to do anything and make anything he wanted now enact what you plan on doing with it. Wasn't sure if you'd be a villain or contact now that discussion came up. He although did see strange girl that he was quietly interested in he had no idea where she was now the one to find anyone to help her out. She saw on the news it was a big story about how some hero in California and stopped her with a single glitch the flames it. Nowhere, he wondered if those flames themselves would hurt him at all or if they would just retard an office in his use this deal is stone and the heat would not even affect night in the chambers from truly complex fire. If you could take sniper bullets he wondered what kind it would flames you would use with a instant. He did was probably withstand massive amounts of friction in massive amounts of things like that, but he decided not not to do it yet or railway. Only been taking the shield recently at quite a commotion at the nearby prison it was me all over the news and some national emergency by villains, even though nobody heard of major villain operate. It's just that many officers lost their life to chief K 50 policemen and this is quite probable even though that was a problem. He really didn't care she seemed interesting enough we wanted from Wikimedia and see what she could do seem to be quite stronger self maybe she had superhuman strength or maybe she was a toned down version superhuman strength he was really sure what she was her who she wants, only knew is that choosing sexual international prison which was an unknown location and he wanted to find anyone to deal with the cards as the ball to bounce off him as a pile of pebbles thrown at him. This would not kill no this is merely strike him with a little pain otherwise this was useless this can make them stronger teaming up with this girl. He now wanted to find a superhuman powers but he wanted to find other people but he wasn't sure how or why you would. He is now questioning everything about us-what he wanted to do with himself he didn't know he wasn't sure she gets a good idea and you should meet many thoughts and questions rose through his mind flaming is that. He wasn't sure exactly what you wanted to your where he wanted to go so he decided that maybe he would just try and find something or some way to prove he thinks. With a superhuman strength and superhuman power and ability this day one of his powers had become extremely useful. He decided now after flying towards the caught the snipers that he broke away from the situation and just get out here. He started make false increasing in speed becoming over 200 mi./h's flying through the wings of the street making it impossible for anyone to catch him even helicopters the pace cannot keep up with them. He eventually made it found himself on the very outskirts of the ability. This is where you would start his training and this is his plateau of deep deep deep training. He would start to homes villages. Natalie is going to try to do. But for now he decided it was best to round up some food before he would start his actual training and run up food of course you would need to find some pray. Resuming outskirts Dahlia and well it took a while of traveling for him to actually reach the forest and now the use of force it had many boulders and things like that nicely freshwater lake and you also wanted to find some animals to kill if not with the superhuman strength is groomed you would be very easy to find him find anything actually. So he decided to start making his way to the place he would find the silly little rabbits and silly little you had no idea what that it was coming. City running senses had increased all but he was able to rendezvous the quick pace. He kept traveling to the force deeper and deeper into a tree throughout our life with and you meet your needs tax well the need to make sure at the urgent need to cite the pound. Continue moving and traveling to the area. After moving faster than the area finally found something on his way on the and it is animals is a person and very a will of the forearms the person with weight on villages of the room you the person that everything else is normal though but it looked as though they had some kind of deformity of some kind. He walked up to the person asking them who they were or what they were doing out here, the person turnaround streams crazy how bearing giant monkey like Keith. He just now realized by seeing her boob used. Any started to be in pound on her chest's trying to intimidate him she didn't know that he could Flickr killer and instant. She wouldn't speak to she said nothing she continued her aggressive stance to continue pounding your chest moving forward towards him and trying to push him. She was useless against you had enough is he simply backhanded Persinger flying to retreat she slammed into the ground in sheer money he would decide that maybe he's eager to know how the cannibalism might you ask for right now he was really sure what she was. So he would simply leave her there hoping she didn't break anything because the starving to death with the terrible and it also weeks to meet. You are a track is my non-survival now and that's what is mine would be tracked on surviving in the wild and he needed to spend the next day figuring out what are you doing I was going to do it, PC I needed to custom sports he originally thought he was going to train but now that seem to change as training it seems important has been able survive it realizes biasing this woman was in a fragile she wants there's no way that's week because he could feel her giant muscles out the answer it seems as if you lost almost strength may be to help her the mediator he was really sure. If it came down to it he would do it without his only choice I I him and he kept his travels into decent, and to continue moving towards the intake. Forced finally was able to see something. It's a large dealer about the two beasts precise. Were stalking around each other boxing and ramming it seems that is the perfect time to kill and eat both, he quickly ran towards them they had no time to react if they were both fighting. He quickly slammed into both of them throwing and fashion them into the ground you with both his arms) in Mexico quick twist his arms back and forth ripping and heating their neck was a good position to snap up but you eventually squeezed to death into life out of. This was enough to chances for strength squeezes what you can and he continued to squeeze humility ripped off the had them they were now bleeding sticking on the ground with the last nerves being sent. We felt like a monster for a second felt we just done was wrong but he knew it was her survival through, he was The heads it was getting into the girl we decided not to she might be dead by now it was really sure. So you continued his movement strewn throughout place. He decided that now is the time to fight and train a little but now that he got something to eat. But now we need worry about water and it started to seem like the him that every single time he made some kind of beeper and he had to backtrack and find something else that you something else to survive. He continued down this path of curing the giant deer carcasses with them when they were waitlisted him they felt like they were nothing. He was backtracking extracts his first trail he laid down is not where he was actually going to somewhere totally different trail demonstrate up and found nothing. Just the area where he had quickly find the old lady and she was now on the ground crawling and screaming like a monkey. Jesus I hate she decided that she was going to be rebellious against him screech. Period is responsibly to throw simple. Towards her met with but you would do. He was covered in blood although but he really didn't care. You go back to the waterfall wash off. He finally found his original steps and began to walk backwards and thought maybe you need to make a trail actual halfling for him to travel in. And you would maybe one day after a while takes place. Any idea of time now the younger the days of flyby. But now he was at the waterfall is thinking had stopped he began to realize what you plan to do and defined by what he needed a accuracy use firewood scratch that need to find firewood accurately. Not can't not voice the defining document of firewood that we need to light a fire and configure. Cindy started the drinks of water from pond and this began to make an urge almost a feeding frenzy begin to drink and drink and drink and drink pretty soon the 10 m radius lawn and put to been deducted by meter in Utah read both of your cards simply grabbed them and through them across the side and it made him extremely full. But now his body it seems satisfied of somewhat guards, he knows that it is time tonight against powers maybe could use the wood for chaining maybe to become more precise strikes, hitting the girl he had no idea how much force to use against her he wasn't even sure of the actual capabilities it would be hard to test and register current strength. So he decided that he would continue his journey into the forest this kind of stuff in the ground to create some sort of a trail Midgley, nice clearing of trees that were trying to pay me to build a mouse this would take some time for him is Lee would focus on for the next week. He would start by chopping off treats but every time he tried to jump news isn't much force it within them flying out of control sledding and other trees breaking and ending of Mark net selling it to begin to become more precise strength precision was he continued to smash into the trees of the signing extremity Miguel are more accurate the strength making little more control uses precision to cut the firewood up it wasn't it was very oddly shaped. But it was not enough he would need for Nighthawk in many ways easily with scarily thing still the heat he was unsure of what kind of abilities that again with his durability. Unified and effective was that cold didn't. So you quickly sit down and wait with pretty numerous thing to happen. After the jump of the day you decided stunning rest had taken three hours for him to chop up some sort of firewood it really didn't look like fireball was kind of raw and uncut and unshaven beside this book would do for now he also knew he needed to create a much larger larger place for his firehouse. And he would call firehouse because he decided that he would make a fire pit that directs Internet be the center of it, so that's when he decided to name the firehouse. Now he also decided maybe you can make a ravine or some kind of cut that would lead the water and his house and even have a pool water and fire within the next few days working on his foot chopping skills for they were quite poor right now. Each day passed by he was chopping it would over and over again chopping and shopping and shopping he finally got a somewhat accuracy please still is not good at it, but at the end of the week he found something on the monkey: two-year-old single of symptoms were present it was pants pants and top. Maybe his principled money look down and they were ragged and worn holes reported that, and this likes that she given them were nice and pretty it starts like to kind of old and outwitted them for some reason the woman seemed even know his pants size. This can be quite a shock that is resting place which was only a fire pit right now of all a large bulky chunks of wood. So now he now thought that you had been watching midnight when he slept he made his own little sort of bad after but really was not much are comfortable of all. Maybe she was trying to maybe think you'd feel more comfortable with a pair of pants on that or three years old. They are custom-made to science we slipped them on decided this would be good for now maybe we thought he could leave out food and start leaving extracts from any dearer rabbits are animals you would kill. The been able to attain more certainly wasn't ripping had thought he was more just squid killing the animals quickly. He continued his style of killing for a while but eventually he began to try and kill them as quickly as possible and started straight of speed while he killed them. Another few weeks I is now been three weeks in the wilderness he'd it's still been terribly poor at chopping and make accurate types of firewood or types of plank for his house. So you would just continue his work on it you're going get this right into the largest biggest firehouse he could possibly make. The analysis decision on that. As the days wore on he continued to notice that every week or so she would bring him food and the straps that he set out to eat and even the pool he been making currently for the foundation so he could be lazy and not have to travel with the waterfall is work on his fire tilting and wood building of his house which he now finally form some sort of faith which actually was starting to look nice. They continually try to work and shopping makers chopping them up. He related how much knowledge of anything right now but he decided that didn't really matter he would just continue his work on the would continue scratching it messing and fixing it up. This would be his decision for right now and he made many decision in the states and these were all very important to himself. He had liked the idea of being able to choose his own will and not have to worry about the cops busting in or anything like that he disappeared off the radar unit is still in Dahlia and be quite hard to find in the steeped in forests. It's what you know is when he was jumping in supplying its own direct that he'd actually ended up in Canada. He still thought it was Dahlia but that's relayed and this is quite odd for him because he'd assumed he was there but he didn't know, the deep wilderness was almost impossible to find anybody or anything or anyone. Back to the firewood chopping decided to make sculptures and dry mix of significant make a sculpture of some kind. Least make of house that was dirty and strong. He used the foundation now to start making some sort of the bad he didn't have any possible, but each time look and search for animals or anything that could use it eventually was able to pile enough person pelts by using his own and the cut off the pelts which he had been working on for a while now two after each cut animal. The pelts now formed a nice full that he really only had some sort of an elevated stature not a real bed but still some sort of something better than nothing fact. He continued his deliver work on his house now form some sort of a wall any form some sort of a empty doorway he really was only about 2 feet I need to make a much bigger though was now 100 feet wide most of the trees he torn up smash the dirt and formed a very flat area. By this time there are even a few months and he continues working and aggravated assault pounding into the dirt and pounding into it each time trying to make a plan and then he would stop sliced cut would work on sculptures of all kinds making from females to hold us to anything he could think of. His imagination was his limit any continue make things even try to make a sculpture of a woman. They really never talked reason saw each other at all ever. But they had some kind of mutual really. She brings an pants and underwear and he brings her food. And that was agreement that was all he also realizes the water he'd been bathing in to get off the pleasant things not working it started to the water would collect and this made him decide that maybe he should start changing up where he stayed so instead of bathing his body would start using in making status of Virchow that would absorb water he would shave off of her and make all kinds of things the first coat trying anything to blow off none of this work of course well. So we continue bathing the water but this time he tried to set some kind of filter system he would start to shop where they make it's specifically designed area to wash off beaten but but you also makes some kind of filter system that would cut off the blood and bring it back forward facing small nets from the deerskin. He continued his work on the system essentially been able perfect at it now been three months and he really had not done much of anything at all with anything. You'd been boring he just paid a house you just now finished the house back finally, he worked a lot and David's house as gentle as he began adding furniture periods of an out of his house of the to be decided maybe it was time to start actually training himself and molecular strength was or how you do it but he knew that he would have to do it newly had to do this thing. Urgently. It is without a you would simply just become stature that his powers and abilities for the finality could do, as first test of his vehicle pretty how much will you stand, you really have higher night sometimes the blog tonight any breakup feeling perfectly fine without any cold or anything like that that sort. To notice me to wonder what the abilities of our work is, with a totally useless against them. This way you would start traveling further and further north you have adjusted the method used some old tricks you Boy Scout find the North and the mainstream went directly the area make sure you have to turn around exactly the same area. Even left a trail you try to drill least plan on heading directly towards the farther north boy to get being traveling to travel with set off ERA meeting Gil Pearson Meet this even left to a full-size innocent next to the place of his hut and you leave it there published a enormous huge and hopefully you decidedly the note of sorts on some scratch with saying you can stay long gone rate very intended to it nicely I should be back in a few months. He began to decide that on his way up there testing the cold he would try and see how strong his legs were how powerful is when, and how quickly you move run. He began to run great job easily sprinted back to the legal and top out about 20 miles you really have adjustment events we have guests he was heading to the forest, his editor jumping jumping speaking to increase exponentially. The speed increase in faster and faster and faster people don't thousands feel most of you think. He jumped in voltage and moving quicker and quicker quicker and quicker, you wonder how fast he was going and how far the stuff you didn't know willy-nilly to becoming extremely high and extremely far. Every time he jumped he couldn't even see the area been previously. So you would jump jump jump eventually became some sort. This was not cold enough yet for the this is not a good test we continue heading north, eventually use continuing North after killing and eating animals in the nearby area he said to stack up well. It seemed as if in the distance all was white and still and he got a good estimate of how strength was jumping and things like that he got very constant that he's accustomed to strengthen private preciseness of it. You'd are you learn these two things in decided now that it was decision to figure out was cold as is, he `multiple kills of animals in game and drag the mall next to. Him he was heading directly in decided that it be easy back place but he also carries animals of them just in case you could get back. Continues trials further and further from eventually after cracking through ice and smashing having many occasions dumping the vendor cold water between the vasectomy felt normal again. Decided it was time it indicated as you place the coldest place he could think of possible. He couldn't tell something was odd it was freezing cold personal animal site it was ran out of food newsletter already on his last animal. He was eating it very sparingly. So he decided maybe it was time back baby was time to leave baby wasn't time for him to test the school. But he wanted to would simply dive the ocean, you have not used as diagnostic The Waterford house on housing nothing he felt nothing noble is no temperature changes body at all, he felt the same fields and drop you feel numbness he felt nothing this. But while a normal feeling but not nothing is more like a felt nothing is coming from the cold. The fish has been snapped up and down. He continued this way of thinking in this way of power. The authorities portable make you do anything wonder what his moments where you wonder how strong he was fewer than Amazon she wouldn't let him humorously vast numbers of things that you could do. Times were extraordinary never quite exciting to he wasn't really sure what he could do with them aware how he could do the he just knew that unique could be exceptionally well. He started make his way back he means travels down towards the beginning traveling smashing Judy asked if he left of the full path for a while but eventually sociopaths. See the cracks in the ice that inserted reach the tundra is but have entirely disappeared. He was now leading blind bring straight towards the direction is couple of water with a small little metal piece was helping him video view eventually find it. The you moving its jumping trials continue going further and further and further and further after traveling for hours with the hours upon hours you not Phoenix University finally came upon salinity the campground road and he was unsure of how we rose you pass the past few honest travels doesn't seem to be stuck is with she thought maybe his first time help, is he a precise he was with the strength. You said it help him he stopped down in these begin speaking below where youths gather my things like no I'm here to help you its shouts and reply needed more than the think you're some kind of monster he he simply lifted up the truck with one hand and placed out of the way of the ditch. At the Manning got stuck in the man thanked him and he drove off to you the man of the entire time still escaped death of them is the he was going to kill him and minute. His muscles grown even bigger from previously was known strictly rip extremely muscular he was quite scary the beast. He continued his journey going same way many give him some sort corrections of where he was at work so he was lawful speculations the likely due to to him faithfully traveling his miniature odd compass of metal and water it would help him arrive in the fractionation or the general area the familiar areas of his own. After jumping for what would seem like days and months eventually reach the area of waiver that look sort of familiar themes of the forest was there, he began to see if half the distance it seemed like as if they had not been thus arrested over the month that he be gone they seem to be exactly the same as for what he laughed. Maybe the woman had been there quickly would start walking down the path continued moving on area but something had a strong something was off about this area was completely wrong. Soon he saw the woman stretched into his next to his cabinet he finally reached. After quickly walking at brisk pace saw her bloody and dead bolts or wounds were everywhere and noticed small details of chart sales and cartridges he wasn't sure who was here but something was here to be killed or something was hunting. Was its shield was that the government will wasn't what was going on he wasn't sure he decided he would stay here find out he was very worried about the woman she'd been shot up he and he was sure she was dead. She lifted him up her up off the ground you would have said some sort of a tear, as he literally come too late thought maybe they were still in the area. Killing a woman down as for bad, he began to turn around and realizes removing the parties wooden furniture and use with stacks of close that she given and was ripped and torn apart as if they were looking forms of fantasy capacitance yet no such thing but they they were still looking for him is what seemed like. He had no knowledge or anything of boards. He would decide to find out what was going on he jumped forward out of the house scratch that left the house closing door slowly the places enormous. No woman would probably feel small and there is no she'd been living there for probably the most likely since he shoes look like these issues defending the house. Jim's Heidi could but he saw nothing nothing at all he could see roads in the distance but nothing of value or anything like that only solid emptiness empty force it back in the forest roads every so trailing entering the edges of the part of what you would center apart or of roaches faxing through the part of places. He was in Canada all and no places really had some strict line a road that correctly looked anything American it was more of a style of trails and pass new pavement roads or anything like that. The solid and he thought you would release the overseeing anything but he saw nothing nothing was nothing is nothing anything not one single thing. After searching looking for hours in the air by jumping full to himself higher-level but each time he realized he could find nothing or see nothing yet complete control over his body now by now but it wasn't capable of him to find anything it's anything in the distance is even have the super site or anything like that he hoped that you would build find people babies come back from maybe they would ask the area maybe she said he was a hearing was never coming back maybe it is that anything, but is more worried by how the news area we been going on maybe been tracking woman going back to the house maybe she was still coming back, he decided before he before you adventure venture toward the waterhole and get something to drink you check the room and she saw a lot of odd things that are not women are more technological appliances resume the generated that input and she put a lot of things in air-conditioning unit everything generates seem to work fine and you had lawful power self-loathing for it so it seemed she'd made this her home and made it very well heated minority have honors month. He was gone for almost an entire year is travels, and even that short travel distance it to trim for a long days and nights streets of place and even even though you might think that it would not take that long for him he made many pitstops many training exercise along that route which is not to be divulged right now for his deep secrets of the immense power that he found out on the way there is more the man you had regained substrate strength in his abilities now. He couldn't see anything in the room now anything new maybe abutted she deftly been making trips to the city and nearby city but he had no idea were any fees were anything was maybe she made up after trail some time that she defined. The woman was still passed out colder – he was really sure you not try to check her pulse yet he was too scared to frighten the thing that she was dead. Moving on is trying to look for any signs thinking that happened he assumed it was most likely shield or some other agency looking for he would try and find take the metal analysis: that's what he wanted to do you look for anything anyone fight now that was his goal. He was going to venture death if she did die he was a medical doctor in yet no idea where he was or how long would taken to get to a doctor, Sweden should probably be dead. More like she was most likely sitting dead in the water now. After that he began to walk around the mileage looks pretty dirt trails and finally found to tire tracks that lead on the convoy you looking for the as some of the tracks were not the same. They moved in shift to cite the industry for run towards extracts in the hope of finding something or someone he sprinted faster and faster and faster eventually was capable of finding something. It looked like they'd recently set up a cave campsite and he decided this abuse place for you at strike and attack them with this on his back he would try to fight them off and kill them all. He was angry with them for what they did so he would make sure they didn't have the breath to do anything about it he would fight and kill them in one single blow up. But it wasn't like how he thought was good to be it was impossible find he couldn't see anyone or anything you were gone to the spirit no matter how fast you render her fasting moved the couldn't find anything or anyone or any ruminants of anything or any person. You need down the trail looking for a site of a person or anything is the sole nothing, only solid tracks that get going going going how fast these people move. He then realizes she didn't like that for a while and that most likely meant she was that she didn't look dead but he felt that for some reason something was off. Maybe she was a life insurance is holding on abductor in her time of need, maybe they hadn't left a long time ago and he was just now realizing this and this infuriated them to the point of anger. He'd been transformed like this for a while and for some reason now he was starting to lose control and it was not the sort of control they think he was losing control of himself Spidey's actions. Started to thrash around smash to anything you find cracking open and destroy the ground pound to the church smash anything he could find sure anyone he could see your anything but there was no one around locally. He continued this anger toddlers rants of fighting and showing things. And suddenly he began to become smaller and smaller and smaller eventually you realize that the return was for side for the first time in year is capable of returning to his original size and become a normal person again, but this didn't last for long began becoming. In the end increase in size once again become stronger and bigger and tougher then before the strength increased again his body began to both out and become bigger and larger. This was not over yet he still had the strength that was weird that never happened before something was seriously wrong he would soon find out the five years that something had happened sure what would happen to him next. So he discontinued his ways continues with the following shield agent you would know you find. The media which allegiance he thought video something else in there someone else think they were something looking from humans they could be anything anything you can think of to the suitable mouth things. It seems to him that his anger had brought him something new is powered increase triple he could fill it newfound strength in anything he could do strength increased tenfold this power was the new report and measurable.

He said it was now time to go after the assailants a continuous path sprinting down the move and the asserted increase speed increase be even further Moving and moving and moving faster the speed of doubles he was now heading quickly towards the cars were close there was many of you decided it's time to smash and brash. He quickly ran up towards the nearest one scratch that he began to approach Amica now see in the distance they were getting closer and closer he could see them he decided now was time to destroy them he jumped with when properly he flew streaming high smashing onto the tops of the cars began to rip and tear through it. After ripping through the first widely found using group of shield agents who are all destined for year end up smashing their faces and throwing them out of place killing and snapping pics showing them killing first floor and quickly going to ingrained attitudes heads together and stronger brings. After doing this huge leap to the next car the car started increase speed but it was useless computer in the smash and destroy the second car ripping the people out and throwing them onto the dirt road he began to plot the metal smashing Stewart pushing through it and destroying anything or anyone who would drink it this way this was what he was going to he was going to kill and maim anyone who is in his way he had no remorse for any of us he wanted them all day you would see the blood rain on the ground. He had no idea why they did this the guns reduce consumed amid the menu decided to get out of the two cars and leaving front firing bullets bounced off as they were nothing but weaknesses he continued his fight towards the men punched in the face. Men were bouncing and throwing a false ripped off the hood of the car and shut the nearby person that slammed into them regarding your fifth. Facilitates sort of friendly running around trying to stop this monster there was nothing they could do is to strong is too powerful, he continued beating towards him punching them in destroying them ripping their jobs from either my office he was a complete massacres he destroy anything and anyone in the way. After eventually finishing off the remaining agents in their it he laid in a pool of blood with two destroyed cars going down the linear road in the other two in a soulless robot formation flipped upside down with playing chili and spilled all over the place, after the destruction of the agency knew someone would come from he wasn't ready for it but he knew they would come. He ran back to the story scratch that. Back to his site and begin to wake there he stood there stood there and did nothing all day he just sat there for an entire day muddling his feet and moving around he really didn't have much to do anything you want to do the cottages sit there and do nothing at all this is all he wanted to do for a while this is all he could do anything with it. It's a very comp. For me wasn't sure what would happen with the meeting would happen knew they had radioed in for backup but how long would it take to make a massive solo on this house the two days weeks years or anything what would happen to her how would they attack how would you go about it what would they do was anything he should be worried for watching out for. His minds. And things like that is large size medium foldable target and I was starting to slow down again began becomes more human now is a regular person uses old self. He began to freak out at Mori Scotland to left a minivan scream and cry into all kinds of things you know what to do began to slam his head against the table repeatedly over and over and over and over again eventually his head he began to come bigger larger and become stronger. And now he's backed himself he didn't understand realize that these veins of all was that he could never become stronger and with the was in some metaphysical maintain the meat and severe he could just get a straight continue to have some physical pain is now his head was actually hurting party was slamming instead. He continued his anger accident continue moving in and fight with doing anything you could use an angry person renowned methylene units all he wanted to be it was really sure why he was so pastoral I was so angry but he did know that. He was fighting with himself constantly now every day he came about over his mind and his body immediately fixes your fixes himself. Look at himself and he began talking to himself and set up on barriers against himself swell out and become more complex person allowed them to bring out psychic instruments of life. Allow him to set up barriers and allow him to protect himself after I decided was to leave he couldn't stay here forever even though he wanted to so knew he would have to leave. He began to pack his things or anything did as he left a given place one goodbye and he began to ask the place. As he did he give you the swarms of God and was sounding sirens and things of that such. Finally converged on place in the private would look like an army in one handle this so he decided it was time to just leave he ran for the place and kept running as fast as he could he ran further and further and further away continuing the space. The strength of increased from this running pace running from cops even doing this for months now and he continued running and running and running and running. This was his life he ran from the cops forever and will depart for always. This was his next occupation was just a runaway and to never come back he would spend endless amounts of years which is running in trying to understand himself and become under control with power he had this is his life is what you do. He really couldn't explain how we had to do or why he had to do it it's just something I had to do if he could control himself with you, monster an evil person he needed this mutability this is transports and only took a little matter of time it took it such a short, and became huge and massive than the single bound pathway is so impressive and strength numerals in his power was powerful he could become anything or anyone he wanted. At least that's how he felt in this wasn't true that fellow power given that field of just open strength and power, began became almost drunk on the power was stingy with the strength it was odd for him because you'd never been the type of person that's would begin the head on forward's mind. United 90 of his confidence and strength that was a little different than other things he wanted to but that for now you have to deal with at this began to gain strength each day of the running should can never catch him nor they with a predicted after a while should stop chasing him. He began to settle down and wait any decided that maybe now is the best time to run he decided it was good time to give it a break and at times he know relaxin do things you want to do that constantly run from the police or anything like that. He did to himself all in Washington DC and this is where you probably stay for a while he decided that that's what he wanted to do for current time. The discount of moped around and did nothing all day nearly didn't have much to do is been quite boring person and this was normal and he beat human for the longest time ever he had none you the chains are transforming the is a larger self at all her efforts this is now him and that's just who he was he was big and is large and he was fun, or his personality was now he completely changed himself into something he wasn't now is a new person but he still retains all of his foremost self but even given the new contents of his and his mind. He had now formed his own minds of opinion always he with the five small apartment in shack and began working again or radiation decided to see if he could fix himself from a consultant through better, you'd it ever be possible or he could do it all but you at least try to do this is to be scalability in this power maybe would allow them to do other things through my fixing this would make it quite easy for him to change the things differently but it would also allow him to become more powerful, as Wally bided his time in this research to live for and to do many different things they would never thought to do began to strengthen himself become inner strong and this allowed them to get even more sophomoric inks to his ability with this you be able to become stronger powerful more faster anything he could do was at his fingertips he now felt incredibly powerful now felt as if he could be something more strong than anything ever before. We walked outside his apartment began to walk downstairs in his human form so very to purely want to say something to her but he could just never find work up the courage continued walking her blonde hair. He classes in her skirt and her gray overcoat Maeterlinck is a dazzling sheik ever be keyboard small things that make up the just activator looks perfectly. But this is not a time to be stOmenng at woman he continued his staff and running and he moved downwards towards the exit he exited the building and begin to think and wonder and ponder with this time what could he do and what should he do how could he advocate his time in what could he. The latest time properly now. He exited the building and he began to look around the five using DC the capital power allocated to hear he began to walk around and kick its stones and move around and do things like that it was really sure what would happen no one I'm as matter. As he walked out of the place began to think and ponder about more things these are useless things that really didn't matter as his walk down the sidewalk evil man stared at Mrs. Phoebe notes from somewhere and soon he realized that they had a RAD need the connection between him and his previous self. So now he couldn't even hide himself you just have to go along with it and this would have to be fun but I guess he could do it for a while. You have to enjoy this little feature of being able to be noticed and be related by everyone from Wendy Karen look at him. Instead of looking as if retailer more kind of gossiping and then you, look who's that in all kinds of things like the swords and mean it was quite impressive about with the thought about him but he didn't really understand it either himself. Wife helped sway me with the confidence of his previous self that made him feel this way it was his confidence of his new abilities made him feel its way. Maybe that they were looking him in amazement and wonder when really they were looking at him and weirdness, and controllable we uncontrollable strength. This is just the way things are and how it would be for now on that side of thinking you think people always marvel at it a little self-delusion to make himself feel better about himself. When in reality which is the source sad sack of person he really had no one understanding to deletion duly wedded to happen to the gamma radiation it completely changed him as a person and made him something different that he previously was and it was just something that was quite impressive although but it was still a tragedy for himself. It was not improvements in this process even more endurance to in and not making them more interesting private making more of a loser more of an outcast that he was now before. Even though he thought he was in the you really wasn't it was a delusion all of it was a delusion. Despite sinking his positive outlook on life now he would just become a household name of cycle afterward he didn't still agent people probably fear him and sink them, right now people he knew he was the man of the experiment they all they only knew a little so. Maybe they had even found other use one who killed the officers who had found that much of that even understand anything yet about what happened there. It was still all secret shield was keeping it from anyone who is unsure of all this as he walked. That was how things would go for him he had no understanding of it either he really did have understanding of much at this point even though he thought he did he really was and he was such a useless person right now. It was kind of harsh to say that was the truth behind who he was right now he was diluted and he was a completely scarce of a person. The today walking down the street and a few birds blocked his way he's simply connected them with a small slope kick given them away I quickly started in move from off-site flying way deep into the distance this would cause unknown panic and him though because you date and $.81 scuff the bird is you had a burden had which he didn't see and the bird is been injured and he felt bad for the animal but it was not his problem neighbor did move quick enough he was slower he was not a part of the natural selection of things. He felt mouse. Humans and he felt like he could take himself further than anyone else he felt that he was not stronger, this is all false delusion but that's how he felt. He had no understanding intellectual capacity anymore and most of it been removed, only what little remained of his previous knowledge become part of him and that's all you would really ever know or learn. You become more stupid and less intelligent, even with his high-level intelligence it was diluted in change from his strength in exchange. This is much different from other superheroes but this is what happened to him and his experiment and he was unlucky it was not fair but that's how things would her to play out for him. He felt that side decided maybe she do about started. We backward started back with her tickets cost the county still need to crowd around him and looked around in., He was getting annoyed by this but he was elated to be decided to keep walking and moving forward you really want anything to change him immediately different. So you just keep walking with pleasing to this is the you do with people right now he was quite angry with himself playing with the world honestly so you just continue walking until he left his apartment with heat pump to the lady that he seen us he finally came to towards his building she exited the building he ran into her knocking over on the ground he felt so bad and so sorry for her he didn't mean to this is all just an accident you felt extremely sorry and sad and heartbroken you quickly ran to try and pick her up and help her up off the ground. He quickly grabbed her arms and lifted her up into the air to her so I've become extremely close the bodies ran into each of the other. She gave him was the sexual abuses fugues the roadster in-by him gay but this really was and how she felt this was just a quickly under a misunderstood thing that it occurred. The register natural with the way of her self as she was very sexual person he had no idea this that's how she was in a just spiked your interests but maybe this was a spiky for the good maybe this would turn out something but most likely would this likely would maintain his his dirty ways and never got a call from her at least that's how he felt inside could become better could become any more improved most likely not but that's how things are going be for a while. He wanted to go for say something but they just have awkwardly walked away as he walked up to his building in the end is tried on the steps with the states and the girl would ever at work and work up the courage of all discontinued up the stairs and just continue moving up. She said nothing to her he had nothing to say to her he didn't want to but that's how things were going be he was a quiet silent person. Even on the inside he felt confident person who could do anything it still is the outer acts towards people was still the same in the mutual respect he felt still awkward by saying some the things he thought is that he felt weird and unsure of what things he could say to people. So just shut up and keep his mouth shut and not say anything to anyone that's when you decide to do. When engaging people are talked to you thought was better off if you just keep his mouth shut this way. He decided it was time to take a nap he would jump up in the air and land on his bed he candidate with the sprite misstep almost as if he was kind of happy he did like talking to her. That was not it he maybe just been excited about was happy he'd never really had the chance in these years to ever take hold of what happened and how strong he was. You just kind of in it to win it and make its strength increasingly never really tried to become happy or anything like that. He needed to expand his abilities is frightened to be more powerful for right now he only had super super strength and superspeed that's all he really had going for right now and he would try and prove that make it better and that's what he was trying to do in the next two years he's his head began to nod as he slowly being falsely his eyes closed and shot opening and closing he was trying to think of something more birthright now his body was just too tired eventually begin this dole out things in the in the slowly slowly pass out he could really think much right now and that's all that matters to you pass. Eventually his eyes closed shut for a while and he began to doze off he could hear stories from around the world he finally fell asleep he finally come to peace for a while he would resume his sleep and be a little wake up hopefully with a morning dew on his nose and being able to continue his journey. This was the final of the continued his journey in life and he never wanted his life in the he even though you little thought about it she'll be on his back and did what I go to prison or have anything like that happen this fall risk you take with everything it done to them everything you would do in the future he would become of Violet I Shields and this would be his path fighting against the injustice. Even though he was good at heart and he believes and things like that in that his anger one time came over him and talked up everything and he showed up for himself but now know that mattered for now he's locked. This long hard training and new found thinking would change him quite a lot and who he was. Hopefully for the better, with killing under his belt who knew what would happen?
Omen flew slowly, miles above the jungle of buildings and busy streets below. Even from here he could hear the faint sound of car horns honking from all the road rage prone citizens below. In his hand he held a common smart phone, navigating himself to where he wanted to go. He maneuvered till he was right above his destination, a comic book store that was quite popular. Omen himself had never been, but the customer reviews had spoken, and everything you hear on the Internet is true, or so they say.

As he levitated down, he could see pedestrians looking up and pointing. It was pretty exciting. To them, that is. Omen was so used to flying that it was as natural as walking. It always felt awkward to land in public places. And this public place was superhero obsession central. It could've been worse. He was glad he choose not to wear his 'Ghost' getup, else the hype of him, a super-powered vigilante visiting a small comic shop would give him attention he didn't need. That's why he wore nothing more than black sneakers, jeans, a black hoodie with a green shirt beneath. Shades were a must, since flying was hard on the eyes with all the bugs, dust, and wind resistance.

He landed on the sidewalk, but before he managed to set a foot on it, the onlookers had formulated a circle around the area he was bound to touch down. "Oh my god! Who is that!??! - It's probably just some mutant! - No! That's Super boy! - Mutant scum! Get outta Dahlia!! - Sign my shirt! - Sign my comic! Please!" Those were among some of the many things he heard as he made the short distance to the door of the shop. He paid them no mind and casually proceeded on, ignoring them without saying a word. After he entered, Omen twisted the lock on the door behind him. He didn't need a cluster of violent and noisy stalkers disturbing him.

He looked over to the check-out counter, where the clerk that ran the register sat in a chair leaning back while he read a comic book. The guy broke away from his comic just for a second to shoot him a glaring. It was like the clerk was used to seeing his kind in places like this. The super-powered kind. Omen remembered seeing some comments on the review page about so many other heroes by name visiting this place. He didn't bother memorizing anything further than that. His interest in that kind of information vOmened.

Without any more delays, Omen went into one of the many isles of comics, taking his pick of some good ones. A big variety. He was never a fan of comics in the past, but he thought maybe he could get some ideas for expanding his powers from this creative output factory of fiction.

He brought them over to the check out desk and tossed them down. Ten random comics, that came up to 26.23. "Expensive.." Omen said, stOmenng at the price projected on the register monitor. "Before more people with powers like you came along, they were even more expensive, but now that they're popular that's as good as the prices have been. Paper or plastic?" The clerk responded. He was surprised how uninterested the man was in a mutant with powers being right in front of him. It was like he found the comic better than the real thing. Omen shrugged his shoulders and paid the man, which tacked him with a plastic bag labeled 'Stan's Comics'.

Without delay, Omen flew off, using his intangibility to pass right through the ceiling to avoid giving the crowds any more power eye candy. He disappeared into the skies and eventually landed on top of a random sky scraper to settle down and read. The first one was about a mutant with the power to shoot energy blasts from his hands. It seemed possible for him to do, what with his powers being surrounded by manipulating the unseen energy that a whole dimension overlapping their own was made from. Energy blasts were like the simplest technique out there; First you gathered the energy and then you tossed it.

He stood on the edge and prepared himself. He could feel all the excess energy in his body, and see it too with his astral sight. His body was constantly absorbing the ectoplasm, so he had no need to ever charge energy up from the outside in bulk for something so simple. He put his fingers into a gun shape and held it out pointed at the horizon. With a lot of concentration, he managed to create sparks at the tips of his fingers that started to shape into a ball. It was a process harder than it looked. First it was too dense and wouldn't go anywhere, then it was too fluid and wouldn't direct to where he wanted it to go. Hours passed, and eventually Omen managed to unleash a good beam of energy.
In the pitch black darkness is where Omen awakened. He sat up in a cold sweat, momentOmenly forgetting where or when he even laid his head down to sleep. His heart nearly beating half out of his chest and his breathing pace in short uneasy inhales followed by exhales that barely eased the fright he felt. It was that dream again. The one where his brother died right in front of him and there wasn't a thing he could do about it. The dream had been bothering Omen since exactly three months ago. That was the day his brother died. You would think that he would be used to it by now. Used to it, or gotten over it. Only there was something different about this dream. The young Omen tried not to think about it, but he couldn't stop his mind from releasing and revealing to him his deepest fears. This time in his dream, the events played out a little differently. After the murderer shot his brother, the man walked up to the dream Omen himself and bestowed upon him the very gun that he just used to kill him brother. "Pull the trigger..!" A unidentified voice had echoed to him from all directions. It almost sounded like an amalgamation of his brother and parents all speaking at once to him. With just seconds of hesitation he did it. The loud crack of the gunshot in his dream was what woke him up. Right after that everything faded to white, then to the blackness of his bedroom.

His eyes slowly started to adjust to his room's poor lighting. It eased his franticness when he could see the space around him. His bed was a mess. His covers that were once cleanly tucked along the edges of his bed were now crumpled and in disarray from how he tossed and turned in his sleep. His pillow had somehow vanished right from beneath his head. His alarm clock that usually rested on the head of his mattress was mysteriously gone too. Omen peered over the edge of the bed and found them without much thought put into it. Resting on top of his pillow was the digital clock. It read in a bright red display 3:40 am. Much earlier than he had even awakened from one of his reoccurring nightmares before. Usually his parents would hear his sleep screaming that his night terrors brought on. They would come to wake him, get him a glass of water, then sit with him at bedside until he was lulled to sleep once again. Only this time they weren't. He wondered if it was the factor of the dream changing today that changed the norm of his parents being there to comfort him out of these scares. Only he was glad he didn't disturb them this late. They had work to do in the morning to support their church. Even he knew about their financial problems since his brother's death. He knew how important it was for them to work. With his frequent dreams, they weren't only keeping Omen awake, but his parents too. He hated to be any bother to them. They weren't his real parents, and part of him wanted to be invisible to them so they wouldn't try so hard to care for him. He was grateful none the less. He reached down to reclaim the pillow and clock and set them in their rightful places.

After straightening out his bed he climbed in again. He felt far to shaken to go to sleep again, so he imagined that he would just sit there and think about his dream until his eyes got tired. Minutes passed. Thinking of the dream wasn't as scary as it used to be. It also felt satisfying to take the revenge on his brother's killer that the judicial system failed to. Until he realized that gratification and closure like that only existed in dreams. As much as he hated the killer of his brother, he knew he would never be able to do anything to get revenge. He was just a boy. A twelve year old boy who was the son of a preacher that owned a church. The chances of him ever even getting his hands on a gun were low, much less killing the murderer to exact his revenge. He wondered what his parents would think if he told them about his dream. They would probably lecture him after it about how wrong taking vengeance would be. Make him promise that he would never try something like that, even if he had the chance to. He figured telling his parents about it would only trouble them more. Keeping it to himself would be for the best he told himself.

He could feel his eyelids getting heavy after about fifteen minutes. He still didn't feel tired exactly. He felt exhausted in a way. His eyes felt like they needed rest. He tried to focus them, looking up at the ceiling fan of his bedroom that slowly spun clockwise from the air flowing in through his open bedroom window. He blinked twice and rubbed his eyes with his hands. When he removed them, it seemed that he only made his vision troubles worse. The ceiling actually looked a light green tint now. He payed no mind to it at first, but then he heard rustling in the corner if his room. His eyes shifted to his peripherals to take a look, since he wasn't very alarmed by it... before he saw what it was. A strange glowing ball that seemed to melt right through the wall. He sat up with haste to stare at the wall. His vision 'cleared up' and was no longer seeing green everywhere after he blinked. "What was that...?" He vocalized to break to silence. He took a minute to think about what he just saw. Maybe it was just his eyes playing tricks on him? It was possible seeing as those dreams persistently haunted him. It wouldn't hurt to make sure though. Omen got out of bed again and slowly made his way to the bedroom door. It was right by the wall that whatever he thought he saw went through luckily, so whatever that thing was, it would be right outside his room if it stuck around.

The door opened without a single creak from it's hinges. The only noticeable sound was of the doorknob twisting to make a distinctive clacking noise of the parts retracting inside. Omen was trying to be as stealthy as possible so he wouldn't disturb his parents. He only opened the door enough to look outside though a crack. Nothing looked out of place. Everything looked untouched and at rest. He was just about to retreat back into his room when he heard a pulsing sound in his ear. At first it was all over the place. He could barely focus on anything else from how loud it was to him, but after a minute or so of getting used to the noise, he was able to tell it was coming from downstairs. Either the living room or the kitchen. He was sure of it. Without fear, Omen proceeded across the padded rug floors down a hall that led to the staircase. He tiptoed his way onward to remain as quiet as possible. Waking his parents right now would only end in them getting suspicious of him having a nightmare again. Him not wanting to talk about it would only be even more suspicious. Thanks to the risks he didn't want to take, being cautious came easily.

Once he reached the foot of the stairs the sound of that terrible screeching came back. It made his head ache just getting closer to it. The more he walked closer to the living room the worse his condition became, but he was determined to see what was causing this freaky activities. When he entered the living room door, his eye lids started to feel heavy again. The world felt like it was spinning. And then, 'THUD'. He collapsed right there on the floor for only a few seconds. When he regained his senses, he saw the room in a whole new way. Something had changed. The world around him was a mix of light neon greens and cotton candy blues. Everything seemed to be coated in the abnormal colors. A humming sound that entered the room took his mind off the change long enough to look up and recognize a familiar sight. It was the same glowing little floating ball that was in his room. Only he could see it now. See it, and hear it. It was making a low hum as it flew above his head near the ceiling of the room, circling the ceiling fan. "Hello..?" Omen called out in a whispered shout. The creature seemed to notice him. It hovered down to right in front of his face and stayed there without making a single move. Omen reached out to try and touch the weird ball of light, but his hand had passed right through it. Not that he expected this luminous creature to be solid. Still, he had no clue what it could possibly be. He was leaning towards telling his parents what was going on at this point. Perhaps they would be able to shed some light on this strange occurrence.

Without warning, the glowing sphere shot over to the flat screen TV mounted on the wall. He didn't even have time to ask himself what had just happened before the TV magically came on. FeOmenng that his parents would hear the commotion, he started making shushing noises to try and get the message to the entity that was now in his TV to turn it down. Only it didn't listen. The volume bar of the TV displayed on the screen, then up it went to as loud as it could go to. 100 max volume. Before it reached that high Omen had bolted up the stairs to his room. He wasn't as worried about disturbing his parents, since he knew they wouldn't sleep through this. His main priority now was getting back into that bed to pretend he was asleep and that he was never there in the living room.

He heard the telltale click of his parent's bedroom door opening. The footsteps that followed sounded heavy, even on the rug. It was his father. Omen climbed into bed, making small noises that were over shadowed by the larger commotions going on down the stairs. His father wouldn't even notice that. Waking up in the middle of the night does that to your senses. He was going after the TV. Checking on Omen would have to wait. Omen awaited for his father to turn off the TV downstairs and then a minute later, peek into his room to see if he was the reason behind the mysterious TV's activation. Only it didn't happen as fast as he anticipated. His father had run into trouble with the TV. For some strange reason he couldn't get it to turn off. Even by pressing the power button. Eventually he gave up and just unplugged the set. That was the only thing that assured success. After that Omen heard the footsteps coming up the stairs again. He turned on his side facing away from the door, threw the bed sheets over himself, closed his eyes and hoped that he looked convincing enough to make his dad think he had been sleeping this whole time. He could tell by how loud they were and where they came to an end that his father was now right outside his door. Before he came in, Omen heard that same buzzing sound again. He wasn't going to let it ruin his focus on acting asleep.

It worked. Shortly after he heard his door open it closed about ten seconds after. That meant his father would be heading back into his room to get back to sleep himself. What did that mean for Omen? He could go back downstairs to investigate the paranormal activity going on downstairs. Or he could ignore it and try to get back to sleep. Just as he was going to close his eyes, the glowing green sphere arose from somewhere under his bed. It phased right through so that it could float in front of his face again. Omen let out a groan. This annoying thing just had to show up again. "Go away..." He whispered again. Only this time, the glowing ball listened. It floated out the window to make it's escape. He considered going over to close his window to make sure the thing didn't come back, but quickly found the meaninglessness in it since he knew that the thing could pass through solids. It was like a ghost or a spirit. But why would he see it? Why now? A randomly acquired power like this just so happening to come to him on just an average day. It was so unreal, but Omen had seen it with his own eyes. Heard it with his own ears. Whatever it was that he could see and hear was abnormal ad unnatural. That much he was sure of. He drifted off to sleep with his questions unanswered. With them on his mind, having a bad dream was the farthest thing from it. The questions rested with him and would have to wait till morning to get answered.

He woke up feeling refreshed after the night of unexplained strangeness. He was even more relieved that it was still there. The way the world looked. Everything being normal except for the light neon greens and blues that were circulating over everything in rifts. That meant that whatever was happening was real. He looked over to his clock. The time now read 9:54 am. A much more appropriate time to wake up this early in the morning. He sat up and was met with the scent of breakfast cooking downstairs. Even with his bedroom door closed he could smell it coming into his open window from the kitchen window right below it. He got out of bed and proceeded down to the kitchen.

He was greeted with a good morning from his parents. His father, who was sitting at the kitchen table holding a cup of coffee in one hand and a newspaper article in the other. His mother was working at the stove frying up some bacon. His father was a tall man, but mostly everyone was tall to Omen at this age. His facial features were nearly identical to his older brother's that died, only more aged and distinguished. His dad was known for how he always had an answer for everything. When he told you what was what, he was usually correct. He also had an eye for detecting the truth most of the time. He had a friendly vibe and a voice to match it, conditioned to talk like that since he was a preacher. His mother was a average sized woman with brown hair and brown eyes. She was a cOmenng person who would never hurt a fly. Literally. She found all life precious. Most would wonder where Omen got his looks from, since he looked nothing like either of his parents. He was as well mannered and behaved as them, except for where his morals were aligned after his brother's killer got away with his crime.He returned their good mornings and sat down to the table. The remote was conveniently placed right in front of him, and on Saturday mornings like this as a kid, Omen liked to watch morning cartoons. He aimed it at the TV across the room. The one in the living room that was possessed last night. There was no wall in between the living room and the kitchen to separate them. Just a change in floor material, since the kitchen had wood floors and the living room had a rug surface. He could see it from his seat while he waited for his breakfast. Only when he pressed the power button, it didn't come on. His fathered looked up at Omen, persistently mashing the power button of the remote. "TV's not coming on? It's because I unplugged it last night after it came on by itself and wouldn't turn off... do you know anything about that, son?" His father asked. Omen shook his head side to side, even though he knew he was probably the cause. Him and that strange glowing thing he met.

Omen got up and went over to the TV. It looked pretty normal. Northing out of sorts about it. He wanted to be cautious in case that ghost thing was still sticking around to take over it again. His strange vision and sense of hearing told him that nothing was around, so he went ahead and plugged the wire into the outlet. The TV came on, and in the seconds before it displayed sounds and the picture, Omen held down the volume dial so that it wouldn't come on blasting out noise. His father was watching him carefully, and noticed that Omen knew about how high the volume was before it came on. "Are you sure you don't know? I think you're lying to me Omen." His father accused. This got his mother to turn around. "What is it?" She asked. "I really don't know, dad." Omen said back, which caused his mother to turn back around and go back to cooking. His father went back to reading the paper. Omen went back to his seat and was met with a plate of food. He slowly started to eat, and never completely finished his meal before he went back up to his room to get dressed. He was too concerned about what was happening to him to have a good appetite. When he came back downstairs from his room he was fully dressed to go outside. "Where are you going?" His mothered stopped him at the door to ask. "Out to the park..." Omen said with half truth. His mother let him pass and even opened the door to let him out. "Be safe, okay?" His mother said with a hint of worry to her voice. He could tell because that was the same voice she used when Omen wanted to go outside as he would usually do with his brother just a week after he died. Only this time she was much less protestant about him not going, if not protestant at all. He simply nodded his head and proceeded along the front lawn to make it to the side walk.

He could see the park from his house, but that wasn't the reason he was aching to go outside so badly. He wanted to see how the world looked and sounded with his newly gained ability. It wasn't that different. Everything was still where it should be. The people were on the ground. The clouds were in the sky. Everything was in place. It was the new things added to the picture that were the disturbing ones. There flooding the sky were numerous flocks of the same neon green spheres that he had met in his house. At closer inspection he noticed that some were different colors and sizes entirely; and they were everywhere. Floating above houses, floating in cars, floating all over the place. What were all of these things and how was he the only one who could see them? That was what he wanted to find out, but the answered were not going to be easy to gain. These things didn't seem to be aware that anyone could see them. They just continued on about their own business. He thought back to when he told the green sphere of light from his room to go away and it listened. Maybe they could understand English? He tested his theory in the park. He wandered around until he found a single neon cotton candy blue looking sphere. It was levitating by a tree. Very casually, Omen approached the ball of light. He didn't know what to say or do, so he looked right at it and simply said, "Hi." At first the thing didn't react. It probably thought he was just some crazy kid talking to himself. Wouldn't you if you were invisible and the chances of someone knowing of your existence was about half a point away from zero? It started to float away. "Hey! Wait! Don't leave!" He said. Now that made the sphere stop in it's tracks. It levitated back to Omen and floated there in front of his face, as if it was trying to say something to verify that Omen knew it was there. Omen reached out to touch the sphere, but like before, it was intangible to him. However, him pointing was proof enough. The sphere floated up and down like it was nodding. Like it understood what it meant. "What does this mean? What are you?" He asked.

There sphere floated down to a memorial that Omen had overlooked. It was a dead person's memorial. Complete with a stone that had 'In loving memory of Henry Jameson' inscribed via chisel on it. There were flowers there along with pictures of a business man looking adult with his family. A wedding ring also. Omen processed it for a while. A floating sphere of light that only he could see plus a hint being a memorial of a dead guy. He had his answer. "These things that I'm seeing... these are dead people's spirits aren't they?" He questioned. The sphere went back to floating in front of his face and slowly moved up and down like a nod. "How is this possible?" The sphere gave him a side to side shake. It didn't know. He backed away timely and waved to the spirit. "Thanks."

He just had a conversation with a ghost. It sounded crazy but the reality of it was it really just happened. He sat on a swing in the playground to think. He did that noticeable more often now. Just sit and think. That's how baffling this ability was. Should he just go up to his parents and go hey, I can see dead people? That would only end up with a trip to the psychiatrist. Thinking this hard was starting to give him a headache again. Just like the one he had before when this abilities symptoms just spontaneously started all of a sudden. This one didn't feel as worse and it didn't feel like it would make him pass out either. It did make him bring his hand to his head to massage his forehead in a fruitless attempt at soothing the aching originating from his cranium. The second he let go of that swings support chains, he fell to the ground. Not in the conventional way, no. He fell right though the seat. Literally. He laid there in the small ditch beneath the swing flat on his back, groaning from the unexpected fall jarring his head around some more. It only made the headache worse. He was in too much pain to think clearly, but the least he could do was stand to his feet to get out the way. He got up and looked around at his surroundings. No one was there. No one had seen what just happened. He was sure that being discreet was a must if he didn't want to end up being the victim of an exorcism or whatever else might be victim to if he disclosed this weirdness.

He started to walk home and his headache was clearing up. He looked down at the ground to avoid seeing the light from the ghost flying overhead. The light they irradiated only seemed to make him feel worse. If only he knew what this curse was. Or where it came from. What if it was all in his head? Maybe he was crazy. If only he had that luxury. But alas, this was far to real to be just a delusion. He still hadn't figured out what had happened back there with the swing. It was like he passed right through it. Just like one of those spirits. That couldn't be right! He wasn't dead like them! Wasn't he? He decided to try it again. Instead of going to the front door of his house, he decided to use the back. He had forgotten his keys in his room so there was no other way in unless he knocked or rang the doorbell to get his parent's attention. Very slowly, Omen approached the door and placed a testing hand onto it's wooden surface. It didn't pass through. He was solid. "Come on.. work..." He said to himself in self-encouragement. He closed his eyes and thought about how he felt when he did it before at the swing. He had a headache. He felt dizzy. Lighter than air. What if he tried to induce one of those headaches on his own? He started concentrating on the moment he fell. Simulating it in his mind over and over until he felt it. His fingers had slipped past and into the wooden door. It was like nothing was even there. Except he was the thing that wasn't really there. He passed through all the way, moving quickly before he lost it again. He hated the idea of seeing what would happen if he stopped using whatever it was that gave him the ability to walk through walls midway. It probably wouldn't be too pretty.

He made his way to his room. Luckily he didn't have to pass the kitchen where he was sure his mother was in washing dishes, or his parent's bedroom where he knew that his father would be, working on his bills and taxes at his work desk there. He sneaked up the stairs and eased his door shut. After an hour of playing with his new found power, he came to the conclusion that somehow, someway, he had attained the power to do what the spirits could. He figured out how to turn it on and off too. The more he used his abilities, the more in touch he felt with the power that they came from. He noticed that he himself had a faint light green aura of energy outlining his body with his specialized vision. It was like the very same light from the air and objects coating all things around him was being fed to his own glow. Like he was sapping energy from it. He could feel it. He was getting stronger by the second. He had to try more! What else could they do? He saw them pass through walls. Possess his TV. And levitate! That's what he wanted to try next. Levitation. If he could fly, then that could be just what he needed. An escape. Something to enable him to make his dream a reality. Just like before he started to concentrate on what he wanted. That feeling of being light as a feather. Formless. His body responded to this. He opened his eyes from the concentration to find waves of the green outline extended outwards from below him. Just like some kind jet, only more controlled. He could feel the energy beneath him. It was like a platform that covered his whole body. All he had to do was move on it, and did he ever. He was flying circles around his room in no time. He couldn't contain himself from laughing aloud when he decoded this ability well enough to use it with ease. It made him forget that his parents were still there in the house. He heard the heavy footsteps of his dad coming down the short hall to his room.

He had to act now or risk revealing his powers. Only his father would wonder how he got back into the house without his keys, since he saw his mother let him out. He was too analytical to fool by just acting natural in the room like he had been there the whole time. He stared at the window in the fleeting moments before that door knob started to turn, but he was too far away and his dad was approaching to fast. He tried to stay still against the ceiling and hope that his dad couldn't see him. He closed his eyes and didn't dare make a noise or movement. Little did Omen realize, he really did render himself unable to be seen. The door swung open and his father entered the room with a puzzled look on his face. "Honey? Did Omen come back home yet?!" His mother called back, "No. He's still at the park!" Omen's father looked around the room a small duration but ended up finding no one. He closed the window that had been left open since last night and then walked out of the room scratching the back of his head in apparent confusion. Omen floated down from the ceiling once his father left. His veil of invisibility came to an end. "He couldn't see me.." Omen whispered to himself. "I really am just like a spirit." Omen said in self-discovery. He floated over to the window and without opening it, passed right through, and hovered to the ground. He walked his way around the house to make it to the front and knocked on the door like he had just returned home. His mother met him at the door and smiled. "Did you have fun, sweetie?" Omen hugged her and smiled back. "Yeah Mom. The park was fun. I made a new friend today." She gasped and said, "That's great, Omen. What's his name?" Omen released her from his hug and walked with her inside. "Henry Jameson." He replied, making a reference to the man's spirit that he had come in contact with back at the park. Of course, his mother didn't need to know that.
He was normal as could be to the naked eye well normal in his own way one could say, his appearance was more of a young delinquent looking to settle a score with someone rather than a productive member of society. Messy caramel colored hair with a large blond streak in the middle that was pulled back into a crude looking ponytail, his eyes a chocolate brown that were rather warm rather than the cold fierce look most people would have if they looked like him. He was young looking but he did not look like a teenage anymore, most would have guessed young to mid twenties at best, his clothing baggy jeans with a red tee shirt though his body was deceptive in it's own ways. His body was that of a runner's rather than a body builder's, with clothing it seemed thin almost weak to most yet underneath the clothing was a lean muscular form that most would never suspect him of having, he may or may not have been encouraging the weak look by wearing such baggy clothing. His shoes were not shoes at all but instead a pair of flip flops that made a little smacking sound with each step he took, a soft tinkling of metal could be heard as his revolving iron ring spun around a bit.

It was mid afternoon and everything seemed to be going okay as Omen walked down the sidewalk ever so calmly heading to the bank, he had a couple of checks he wanted to deposit directly because he had heard of the ATMS not putting stuff through lately. Plus with all of the super abilities going around these days it was better to talk to a real person than use a machine that could be easily manipulated he thought to himself as he walked into the bank calmly now. He stood in line and waited his turn like any other person would and as he got to the female teller she gave him a real smile rather than the fake smile that you always saw on bank workers face as if they had to act cheery all the time. Just as he was about to pulled out the checks from his pocket there was a commotion at the front door which was six men rushing into the bank with ski masks on. Omen could not believe his luck for a second as he watched the security guard go to pull his pistol only to be struck in the head with the butt of a shotgun from one of the robbers. The older man crumpled to the floor like a bag of rocks and then came the gunshot that got everyone's attention, it rang through the air like the sound of death as usually the sound of a gun brought such a thing.

Omen's entire form was tense as he looked towards the exits but already the men were spreading out with their weapons and blocking them so the people within could not get out. If Omen were to transform he could get himself out of here with just his iron form but as he glaringd around and saw the terrified faces of the others around him he could not even stomach the thought of abandoning them. The men were already gathering the people up towards the center of the bank now and Omen complied without a fight as he knew he he tried to take them all the innocent people would be caught up in this as well and he couldn't have that. So for now he sat down with everyone else and gave up his cellphone as well, he watched carefully to see what they were after but it seemed like they were just here for the money as they got to work on the vault in the back quickly. Two stood guard over the hostages while the other four were working on the vault with a practiced efficiency, he could hear the soft whispering of someone behind him and as he looked back he saw the slightly attractive teller that smiled at him whispering to the children that it would be okay.

She really was a good person he thought to himself before his head snapped towards the main doors of the bank as he heard the sirens, shit one of the workers at the bank must have tripped the silent alarm he thought to himself. It was their job and all but now that the cops were outside waiting things were going to get a lot uglier with hostages in the middle he thought to himself, his fists clenched and unclenched as he tried to think of a way out of here but there was nothing that came to mind. What good was his ability if there was nothing he could do to help himself and those around him he thought to himself in a angry and worried fashion that must have been sensed by the woman behind him. Her hand came to his should comfortingly as if he were one of the children and she whispered "everything will be okay, just relax" her voice so soothing actually did seem to relax Omen as he nodded while a bit calmer now.
Time seemed to tick by ever so slowly as if someone were intentionally slowing down time so this stressful encounter lasted longer, Omen knew that was all in his mind but every time he looked back at the clock on the wall he couldn't help but notice that the hands barely moved. The men were still working on the vault and it had been nearly an hour since then, the cops had been outside for just as long waiting for demands from the would be bank robbers. Omen could tell that others around him were getting nervous as well, an older gentleman continuously tapped his fingers against his knee, the sound was soft but Omen could still hear it and it began to annoy him a bit though he said nothing. The police outside were doing nothing but sitting there waiting still as if that would do something, where were the heroes Omen questioned mentally as this was definitely not a small little thing, if one of them didn't show up twenty or so people could just be killed outright he thought grimly. The self-doubt of his own abilities was what led to his inability to do anything, his ability was nothing more than a danger to those around him and if he used it those people wouldn't thank him they would fear him or hate him instead he thought with the same grim mindset that came with thoughts of his powers.

His thoughts must have translated onto his face as the woman behind him once again placed a comforting hand upon his shoulder while giving him a gentle smile, he couldn't understand how she could remain so calm under such pressure. With every movement of the men Omen felt his body tense and he felt the urge to leap forward and tackle the man so he could beat him into the blackness of unconsciousness yet he did nothing of the sort even as the men got annoyed as well. They weren't expecting an extra lock in the vault system so it was taking more time than they originally planned but they continued though it was far riskier than before it seemed the payload was worth more than they wanted to leave. Finally there was a cheer from the vault room ten or so minutes later as the men managed to cut their way through the vault door and got their first look at the millions that was stored there. With this done Omen had to think positively as they would make their escape with the money in some crazy fashion he thought to himself as he watched them bringing out bags and bags of money before placing it on the floor in front of the hostages.

With the money in front the men were now willing to talk to the police only to demand that they would be given a bus that would drive them and the hostages to the airport where a plane would be waiting to take them and the hostages to a non-extradition country. Omen's face paled when he heard the leader talking about doing something like that as that meant this ordeal was far from over, of course the police refused to do such a thing at first but then negotiations were opened up when the threat came to the hostages. The leader sounded like a cold man that was willing to do anything to get out of here with his crew and the millions that they now had that could be carried out by the very people they held hostage at gun point. The negotiations went back and forth as the police tried to get some of the people released as a sign of good faith but the leader would not let even one person go as he knew the police just wanted less collateral damage in case they tried to storm the place which everyone knew they eventually would. It seemed like the police could never comply with the demands of criminals or terrorists yet if they came in here it was obvious that someone was going to get hurt whether it was the robbers or the innocents was yet to be known.

It was as if every brick within the good luck wall had been smashed because just as the bus arrived to take the hostages out the police tried their attack, flash bang grenades came in and everything seemed to go white. He could barely hear anything now and he simply sat there as gun fire from both sides rang in his ears, at some point the police managed to make it to the hostages but only long enough to grab the mother and her two children before taking heavy gunfire from the bank robbers. Now that negotiations had broken down the men were furious that the police dared tried to test them, with the next phone call the leader screamed into the phone furiously before saying that he would use an example for his wrath now. No one knew what he meant right then but when he pulled out his pistol and began walking towards the hostages it was clear what he was going to do. Omen could practically taste the fear from the others. No one who the man would choose and that was actually worse than the fear of dying as this would be the death sentence, he stopped right in front of Omen and for a moment everyone felt relief as it seemed the delinquent would be chosen. But instead he pointed to the comforting woman behind Omen and demanded that she come with him.

"Wait a second there is no reason to take out your anger on us it was the police that broke the agreement not us" Omen said quickly trying to diffuse the situation as fast as he could without getting himself shot at. For his words Omen got a nice smack to the face with the back of a shotgun that split his cheek open quite a bit, he could feel the warmth of his blood flowing down his cheek right away as he looked up from the ground. Before the caring calm woman was taken from them she reached down and pressed her handkerchief against the wound and gave him a warm smile "everything is going to be okay" she said in such a confident tone that Omen almost believed her. Once again Omen could not imagine how this woman who was being taken away to die could be so strong in the face of death, it was as if her spirit was unbreakable though her body was not. In a way one could call it inspiring but at the same time it was like the woman had come to terms with death as there was no escaping it at this point and that was worse.

Suddenly it seemed like things were in slow motion to Omen as he watched the men lead her to the main window by herself and then it happened, like a wave of death they shot her right in the back for everyone to see. The news camera, the reporters, the police, and of course the hostages all got to watch as the woman was basically executed because the police were not willing to negotiate properly. Omen could not believe what he had just seen, of course he heard of people dying and he had even seen it happen once yet this was something completely different, this woman hadn't died she had been murdered in front of him. The piece of cloth in his hand held against his cheek now fell as his hand was limp from shock, suddenly the world was a much more dangerous place than he thought and he was going to become just as dangerous. Omen reverted back to his old self in the moment, the excitement of possible death causing his hair to stand up, his lips curling up into a wicked almost evil smile.

Now came the Omen that was used to hurting people because they had wronged him in any way, "bastards!" he suddenly yelled as he got up from his kneeling position and slammed his right fist into an unaware robber. The force of his blow doubling over the man as his breath expelled from the forceful punch to his stomach, then came up a vicious knee that slammed directly into his nose breaking it. The soft crunching sound was like music to Omen's ears as he turned towards the second guard who was bringing up his pistol, his first shot rang through the air yet those that expected to see Omen die instead got a surprise. Within the time that the man brought up the gun Omen showed that he was not human but something else, his flesh had become a dark grey, his clothing, his hair, even his eyes were all the same color now. He was a living statute of iron, the bullet hit him squarely in the cheek yet ricocheted off without Omen even blinking, the man had no idea how to react as Omen approached him slowly savoring the fearful look on the man's face. When he got close enough Omen suddenly spun around and drove his heel into the man's mid section, with the force of his blow and the new hardness that he had Omen easily shattered multiple ribs.

The robber sank to the ground like a puppet with it's strings cut gasping for air while clutching at his ribs pointlessly, now the other were aware that something was going wrong and came back to find Omen standing over their comrade so of course they opened fire on him. But the small caliber rounds did nothing more than bounce from his iron body as he walked towards them just as slowly, he took his time letting them unload every round that they had. What happened when he got close enough was almost a recreation of his past, the men were on the floor in a heap with bones broken, teeth broken, flesh split with blood pouring from wounds upon the face yet this time Omen did not feel as if he were in the wrong. Sure he had enjoyed beating them down but this had been justified because they were nothing more than worthless murderers to him, he could hear a commotion from the front and caught site of the police and hostages moving now. Omen let his transformation disappear so he remained normal and he ran up to the back of the hostages line as they got out, he did not take his time he pushed through the crowd and managed to get away from the police and hostages before they could question him or arrest him for his deeds.
What a good feel of the night in the big NYC. A starry night sky and a nice cold breeze just outside. A lot of people were walking in and out of the JFK airport, and one man stood out the rest with his delinquent features, white hair and a scar on his nose to prove he was a badass. Marcos walked out without a problem, even if some gave him quite the suspicious looks. He stood on the taxi bay outside, waiting for one to come and bring him to a random hotel, a good and cheap hotel, if there was one. He had just arrived from the Philippines, and although he hasn't been anywhere other than his homeland, he has seen enough of America and specifically, Dahlia, on television and in the movies. Maybe that wasn't much, but at least he knew some of the landmark and tourist spots in the city, that's all he needed. For a teenager like him to travel alone... was a bit rare. Sure there are a lot of rebellious kids out there, but to actually ran away to another country, well, that's something else. But for him it isn't, he had a reason, well, two reasons actually. One, he had gotten bored with living with his family, and two, he had an ability he'd rather not talk about. He heard about the many heroes and villains that had strange and powerful abilities, each one different to the other. This teenage boy would fit right in, and what he wanted right now was control of his own power, so he can contribute to the greater good or the lesser evil. Only time will tell who he will side with, but that time is still far, far away. For now, what he needed was a ride to get him to some place to crash for the night, then its job hunting for him first thing in the morning. There must be at least one job someone like him could be good at, hopefully.

Marcos scratched the scar on the bridge of his nose since it itched, and he didn't like that. It usually signifies for either a dangerous encounter or an unlucky encounter very soon. Chances for both happening were there too. After a minute of waiting, an eerie-looking van passed by, and in the movies he saw, that wasn't a good sign. There was almost no one left on the airport too, only him and a couple of airport security. His eyes never left vehicle, following the car until it stopped, just near the far end of the opposite of him. He sighed in relief, "Man, I gotta stop believing in those things". That's when he was pulled aside by someone behind him. The figure wrapped one arm around him and covered Marcos' mouth with the other. He tried to struggle, whipping around like a crazed person, but the guy who was restraining him was strong. The teenager kept himself from using his ability, even when the situation needed it. The teenager also tried to scream out, but only some muffled sounds came out. That's when he felt something sting him from behind; he knew it was a tranquilizer from the things he felt once it had taken effect. 5 seconds in and he was already getting numbed, the figure dropped him and he fell to his knees. "Oh I hate being wrong!” he said before falling face first onto the pavement, unconscious.

Marcos woke up startled, quickly opening his eyes and sitting up, finding himself in a small room with completely white walls, still wearing the clothes he had on when he was at the airport, and with nothing more than his new bed, a blanket on covering his legs, and a desk sticked to the wall just a few feet away. That is, other than the small light bulb and a door big enough for a bear to go through. His head was aching inside, moving one hand to his head and the other gripping the blanket. Once the pain was gone he sighed in disappointed, wanting to believe that everything that happened up to the abduction was just a dream, but from the looks of it... that was least likely. The door opened and revealed a man wearing a pitch black business suit and tinted glasses. "Well, how are you feeling?", the man said. "Well, I just got kidnapped just on my first hour in this country, how do you think I'm feeling?", Marcos answered. "Well, I'm guessing you want to know where and why you are here?", he answered as he entered and closed the door behind him before leaning to his side on the wall.

"Well, duh", Marcos responded before turning his legs and sitting up on the bed. His feet felt cold because they were bare, and the floor itself felt like it was kept that way almost every day.

"You are in a top-secret government facility built so that people with abilities like you, could be trained to control the powers you possess, whatever they might be."

"Wow, straight to the poin. But trust me mister, if you're talking about controlling my abilities, I've spent years doing just that. I don't need your help. So..." He said before standing up. He started to stretch his arms and legs, trying to get the feel and energy back to his body. "Are you gonna let me out or what?"

"Well... we can't just let you go like that you know. I'd love to see you outta here, you can trust me on that, still got to introduce myself to 3 other newcomers. Then think about this, harnessing the power you have, broadening your horizons. We'll help you discover what more you could do."

Marcos thought for a second. He wanted to leave immediately, but the thought of finding more about what he could do than just letting attacks past through him, it'll be good use for him in the future. He grinned, "I'd like that. But first... what specific group fronts this operation of yours anyway? I doubt the CIA and NASA even have the time to bother with these things."

The man sighed, "I thought you might say that. We're not really from the government. We're much more of a personal group who just wants to help mutants control their power, and if they wish, help them enhance it. You don't need to know us, specifically. Me, I’m Max, Agent Max."

"Alright Max, at least you told the truth. If you've kept up that government racket I'd have escaped from here for good. So where do we start?"

The man in the suit didn't say anything; he only opened the door and stepped out before signaling for the boy to follow. And he did. Once they were out, the scenery was a bit too plain, same walls, only bigger, the rooms were circled around a space about as big as a football field. No raised platforms, just a pure white ceiling 100 feet above. The only thing strange were the people there, about 20, 30 people and from the looks of it, most of them were children in primary and middle school, but 4 teenagers like Marcos, and 3 men wearing the same suit as Max. They didn’t seem to notice the newcomer, but a few were staring at him. He turned to the agent, “Let me guess, this is just the dormitory.”

“Right you are. But I’m guessing you don’t really want to make acquaintances with anyone for now, so let’s head for the training grounds now.”

The agent lead Marcos to a large clear-spaced room, much larger than the space of the dormitories, and walls as white as snow. There were a few more people inside, agents from the looks of it, but different from the ones he saw earlier. Five in total, and one stood out the rest, a middle-aged woman with a strict look and a serious, confident atmosphere around her. "Well, that was fast. Usually, it would take a panic attack or a lot of resistance before they would come here. This one looks pretty calm too", she said while raising an eyebrow just as the two stopped in front of her.

"Well, I'm a good listener, and I doubt this would be the worst thing that could happen to me while I'm here. Don't worry, I trust you guys.", Marcos answered.

"Great, then this isn't going to be that hard after all. I'm Agent Victoria, me and my colleagues here will help you train and control your powers, whatever they might be. Let's see what we're dealing with here, shall we?"

"Okay, then shoot me", the teenager answered confidently. Bullets wouldn't be a problem after all, and these people would see just why. "Okay", Victoria said calmly before pulling a gun from inside of her suit and pointed it at the teenager. Quickly, she pulled the trigger and shot him three times, only for the bullets to pass through him while leaving a bright glow on where the bullets would have pierced. His power, the ability to turn to light particles and become intangible in the process, like what he did just now. None of the agents were shocked, guess these people must have seen and experienced much worse than what Marcos could do.

The woman agent simply sighed at the sight as she put the gun back inside her suit, "Let me guess, you're a light manipulator", she said without even a hint of care or worry. It seems that this Victoria had handled someone like Marcos before. He was amazed, not at her, but at the organization he was dealing with.

"Well, not really a manipulator... all I can do ever since I discovered this is turn into light particles", the teenager answered depressingly. Well, he had a reason to, it took him years just control that one trick, so he might actually just stay at this place for a lot longer.

"Alright, we're gonna have you learn the basics of your powers, that is, if you can really control light. If you're a one-trick, then we'll send you on your way", she answered before backing up, with the other agents following and Max following. They lined up, with Max in the middle and Victoria on the far right. The agent on the far left stepped forward, a man about 20-25 years old, "I'm Agent Cryo, a fellow mutant, so you don't have to worry about my knowledge about powers. Since you got the turning into light and control of it already, all that's left is controlling the very element.", he said before bringing out his hands and showcasing his ability: cryokinesis, true to his name, or maybe codename. The agent's hands were now covered with ice, and even the air around him was getting frozen, getting the whole room cold. "So we understand each other?"

Marcos nodded. Cryo turned off his ability, the room heated back and his hand returned back to its normal state. "Good. How about we start with offensive control and use? Feel the photons inside your body, start by releasing them slowly", the agent said before stepping aside and crossing his arms.

The teenager did. He stood straight and concentrated on trying generate and actually feel the movements of the light inside him. In a few minutes, he succeeded. His whole body glowed, and for the first time, he knew what was going on inside him, the photons were going wild inside him, bursting out through every pores and holes they can. He struggled to keep them in place, not just scattering out, but actually holding them inside. Cryo saw his progress and took another step back, before signalling for the others to do so to. "Good, good. You learn quickly. Now try to concentrating those photons into one specific place. I would suggest leading them into one hand, that works out great... most of the time", he said. Marcos did his best to do so, but it was hard. He had just noticed, noticed that just moving those photons by a bit was a lot of work, and also is keeping them in place is a struggle. After a minute, he managed to transfer every bit of light onto his right hand, which now shined so much it could be compared to looking at a light bulb's directly and up close. "Perfect, keep it steady now", Cryo advised.

Marcos continued, but it was taking a lot of his stamina. Sweat poured out from him like a faucet, his body shaking from all the struggle happening inside. "W-what now?", he stuttered. "Well release it now, will you? Try to imagine a projectile or way for you to do so and discharge it quickly anywhere" , the agent answered. The boy didn't have to be told twice, he raised his right arm slowly, like there was a barbell strapped on his wrist. He imagined releasing the energy in a beam and threw a jab out in front of him. Success, a small cylinder of light came shooting out of his hand, with the root or foundation being a sphere of light wrapped around his hand, with the beam continued to go forward in a straight line at break-neck speeds, before disappearing after reaching a few feet away.

"Perfect!", the agent cheerfully exclaimed before walking towards the boy with a smile on his face, and then patted him on the back. "Again!"

They continued this for another 2 hours, allowing Marcos to gain more and more control, and also discovered how to use another form while they were at it: an explosive ball projectile. An hour after that, the teenager had gotten used to it, no more struggle or pain, no more uneasiness, all control and power, and rather than having to transfer the light, he can now simply generate and release the energy at the same place. The second agent came forward, an old man who looked like he might be in his 60s. "I am Agent Howard..." he said with an Australian accent, "...and although I may not be a mutant, I am more than capable of teaching, or even beating you younglings. Let us begin!"

Agent Howard's course was a worse one than Max's, rather than simply releasing the light particles, Marcos had to handle the photons, even those from the external source. Then he had to condense those particles and form an actual object from that. A few failures, more than 20 actually. First success was a small pebble, then key-sized objects, then furniture, the last time was a small car. Took a couple more hours than the first one, and a lot more exhausting(Marcos collapsed a few times). The old man was really strict and too serious, never smiling or joking. Even sarcastic comments were too far to imagine. Thankfully, the (spartan) training session ended just as the boy was at his limit. He wobbled back towards to the dormitories, only to collapse halfway.

The next day was nothing different, he continued the sessions with Howard and Cryo, further advancing his control in both creating constructs for various uses, and projectiles for destructive purposes. By the end of the day, Marcos had already close to mastered his level of use in these two subjects. He stood crouched, with his hands on his knees, panting heavily from exhaustion. The third agent approached him, a young woman, maybe 20, 21. "Alright, I'm next. Agent Redh's the name, that's with an s. Anyway, the next thing you need to learn is... speed. Another perk for turning into light is that you can go as fast as light... or close to it."

"What do I need to do then?", Marcos asked, ecstatic. All the other trials were hard, painful. But he guessed speed means running, and running shouldn't be all that bad.

"Well, you got that, 'light form' right? Turn into that for now." He did. His whole body shined in a bright light while leaving a few shades of light particles where it shone. "Now try running around. Feel your body being carried by the very element, let it take over your body and then move."

Marcos followed her instructions down to the last and least detail. From all that he had done for the past two days, feeling and moving his body and the photons weren't all that hard. He stayed still, concentrating to set the feeling and flow of the light inside of him. Then he walked around, but his speed wasn't all that normal now, with the light dragging, carrying him and all, he circled the room in under a minute. "Nice, now run."

He followed. He felt himself going around the room a couple of times, only to stop and find that it hadn't even been a few seconds since he had started. He was amazed. "So this is my power... nice!", he grinned, wanting to continue, to learn more. For days they continued to do this, with breaks for food and rest of course. The last session was with both Max and Victoria, a short simple session actually, much less brutal than he had expected. Two whole days of non-stop training for more control, and more speed control. They didn't say why, but Marcos got a good guess he would greatly need both for what the two were planning. After another day, the agents finally revealed the oh-so great ability they kept, flight, and that was via light manifestation. A gruelling session involving a lot of motivation(combat with the all the agents involved in the training), and more concentrating. Finally, after 2 more days of training, the sessions finished.

"Congratulations. You finished the basics. You sure you don't want to continue?" Victoria asked as the group were escorting the young mutant outside. Surprisingly, the facility was just below the Statue of Liberty. Marcos shuddered at the thought of more of those brutal training, he spent more than a week and that was enough. "Nah, I'll pass. But I'm guessing I'll see you guys in the future, who knows."

He set off, sent back to the mainland by boat to the nearest beach, by his request.
Dark clouds against a black sky quivered with potential. The air was stiff, rumbling with the thunder of an angry night. No stars were visible, lost behind the black veil the storm provided. All trembled beneath the spring squall.

One rallied his pain as he roared over thunderous echoes. “I didn’t mean to!” the voice cried. “It’s not my fault!” it shouted.

It knew better.

A light, brilliant and awesome, split the sky as radically charged particles raced from ground to the clouds above. Few understood that lightning ran up. Spidering forks of lightning dances amidst the clouds, an eerie and ghostly radiance that did more to enhance the shadows than illuminate the night.

Blurry vision saw only a wash of light and it startled the screaming child. Through wet windows of azure, he gazed in the direction of the fallen (risen?) lightning. He quieted save for the heaving breaths escaping his lungs. His chest rose and fell quickly while rain pelted his flesh, slicking his gray shirt and matting the dark curls of his hair against his forehead.

The boy roared angrily, his rage manifest of his pain. As if in answer, the storm replied with another tremendous bolt and the deafening echo of its thunder. The cacophony filled the night, momentarily blocking out the poring rain. It boomed over and over again as each splitting peel of light shone on a scared little boy, lost in the hills of southern California.

His feet, bare now as he’d long discarded his socks, slopped in mud and slid on grass. He fell and squealed like an escaped pig when he felt the sting of a cut on his face. He was delirious, flailing in the night and screaming from the turmoil that warred within him. Outside, it was warring with the very earth.

Every stab of pain brought a thunderous roar. Each remembered scream of fear brought a flash of lightning. The rain was his tears and the winds, the winds whipped as he tried to dash away the memories. He saw students laughing at him. He heard sirens. Lights flared. Desks flew. His peers screamed and ran. What did he do? He shouted and walked with cool determination even when the tornado tore through the wall.

A tree cracked, lightning flaring flames to life only a hundred feet from him. He stared back at its mocking beckons, unable to seek out the warmth and light of its shelter. He didn’t need it, no, but he wanted it. He couldn’t accept it. No one loved him. He was a genetic monster. He was a killer.

With a frightful wail he ran and the rain raced over him. Overhead the clouds churned, whirling and shifting to form a chaotic whorl of grays and blacks. When he slid again, almost going down on his face, the wind picked him up and ahead he went, stOmenng down at the decline of the hill he’d almost slid down. He shouted and the wind whipped him up again, a random path of jerking motions that made his sore legs tense and cramp.

His hands claws at the strange ledges he saw, but they weren’t solid. The currents could not be held, they could only be studied. He called for help and the winds flung rain water into his stinging eyes and open mouth. He gagged and coughed, riding the storm like a mad bronco at the rodeo.

The air popped and he went flying in a myriad directions. His body jerked and the pressure on his chest made him gasp. What was happening to him? Was he going to die? Had the tornado missed him just to come back for its kill later? The storm would be his final destination and in his delirious state, he didn’t care.

Arms flung wide, the teary murderer surrendered to the superior power. He jerked back and forth, riding one gust after another that lifted him higher and higher. He spun and whipped, his neck and shoulders cracking and craning against the terrible speed. He didn’t know how to hold back; he wasn’t holding back. He was going and his body responded with heavy bruising.

When he opened his eyes and took the sorrow from them, the departed tears revealed a bright city dwarfed by the entirety of the sky. The clouds hugged the skyline for miles, washing away filth and yesterday’s tragedy with a clean curtain of rain. The brilliance of the lightning gave inspiration to a midnight crowd of the recently awakened. They looked outside to find the magnificence of a natural nightmare. They were in awe.

Devon was too.

He moved an arm and struggled to right himself, the ledges supporting him as he hovered backwards. The currents could carry him; the winds listened. The temperature was cold but it was comfort against flushed skin. It wasn’t too cool; his body adjusted. The clouds thinned as he moved into them, showered by trapped moisture. Yet he wasn’t trapped, he sifted and sailed through them.

Above them, alone he felt the light of the moon and the stars. An eerie silence sat above the clouds save for the distant echo of thunder beneath his feet. He stared out over a sea of twinkling eyes and a bed of gray, a new world that was his to explore. He was free to see and to sail, navigating his own path on currents that were his alone to climb.

What had been a symphony of pain, fear and dismembered sorrow had to become a crescendo of invigorated onward cries. He called for the wind and it came, taking him down and propelling him through the air. When lightning was charged to its potential, about to snap with the crack of thunder, he dove sideways, spinning and hollering in excitement. The storm cried with him; he didn’t have need for tears now.

Devon took to flying like a child to crawling. He moved along with ease, the breeze supporting him. Hooking quick turns was next, an application of gusts to fling him and curb his speed while propelling him onward. Sudden stops and starts required little but the end or start of heading gusts.

Finesse required more focus, a series of current catches and gusts that brought him to a new path. Pushed to extremes he could catch amazing speeds upwards of two hundred miles per hour. He could direct them at first, but soon it was second nature. He flew around trees, through clouds and soon up the Golden Gate Bridge.

When he landed, the winds roared around him. He denied them and they understood. They could have him again soon, but for now he’d stand. He was a vigilant eye looking down upon a terrified world. With a flick of his wrist a gust of wind could surge down into the water and send a spray high above. A grin made the winds spin and the water funnel, surging upward in a tower that turned back and over upon itself.

He tried to flash his rage down in lightning, clap hungrily for thunder, but they were beyond him. Only the wind would answer, coming back and urging him to ride again. He did, never delaying the feeling he’d struggled to attain for years upon the ground. These weren’t games anymore.

Tomorrow it would rain again and he’d trail the fog. He knew it was true. He’d call for eighty mile per hour winds to bombard his body and knock him higher into the skies. They would, but even he learned that he could not withstand their fury for long. Red welts rose on his arms and legs. His right ear was bleeding. The scratch on his face stung.

The Tempest was dangerous. It was power, primal and tremendous. When he cried, it felt his pain. When he soared ever higher, it welcomed him. But it could not tolerate play. It was to be enjoyed and respected, and for once Devon truly understood the profound respect and fear given to nature spirits and pantheonic gods of old. He wasn’t a god; Devon knew he was a mutant. However, he knew more was possible if he had only the desire to try.

As the sorrow, rage and joy quieted with him, the storm quieted. A slow drizzle heralded a dawn that left Devon reclining upon a rotunda bench. He tucked his bag behind his head and looked out into the park of whatever small town he’d found. He inhaled and felt the world with him. When he exhaled, the swings swung and the trees bowed.

The Tempest smiled.
The sun was hot but the shade was cool. Shadow positioned himself so his legs were crossing and his hands were behind the back of his head with a piece of wheat in his mouth. He reopened his eyes to the world above. The clouds were big and bushy that day, the birds were chirping and the flowers were blooming, if at all a clear sign of spring and Shadow was bored, he wanted a little mayhem and chaos but of course he was too busy dealing with other forces, such as strengthening himself up so he doesn’t die first day on the job, which would REALLY look bad on everyone. Shadow stood up and paced around for a little while, he was trying to master lung control.. well at least make it so he can last longer if he ever suffocates. He looked to his evil foe the large bucket of water ”Phew.. Alright Shadow you got this, no water can defeat me! I’m a Wizard Lord after all! hah!” he said to himself. He walked over to the bucket of water and stared down into it right into his reflection. His eyes were glowing red, a clear sign of his heritage, and his hair was spiky and long. He touched his right eye scar and then in closed his eyes, remembering to when he was abandoned on the side of the road. He awoke from his daydream to be still stOmenng at himself, to himself he counted from three. Three, Two, One.. and down he went plunging face first into the water. He sat there for a couple of seconds before he opened his eyes underneath the cool blue water and looked around for a second. he thought to himself ”Have i done it? Ah ha! See! What did i tell you Shadow ol’ Boy! No water can defeat a mighty Wizard Lord! Nothing can! Ah ha!--” he would be cut off there by a sudden gasp for air, he jolted himself up out of the water and fell backwards landing directly flat on his ass. He stared at the bucket of water a for a bit then stared down, saying to himself ”Greeeat going Shadow.. A god damn bucket of water defeated the mighty Wizard Lord warrior... What am i? A spirit demon or a bloody cat..” he said to himself before getting up, he walked over to the barrel and stared at his reflection after the ripples in the water stopped moving. His head was drenched in water from his hair to his neck and was still dripping water everywhere. ”Well... I hear the circus is a nice place.. not as entertaining as causing destruction but.. Hey! I can pull off that whole lion jumping through the fire ring act easily..” he said to himself still stOmenng at his reflection. He went over to grab a towel and dried himself off before laying down again stOmenng up at the skies. Was this really all he would ever be? Was this is true potential? It couldn’t be, not for a spirit demon. He stared up at the sky for a little bit longer daydreaming about nothing He reopened his eyes to the world above, and pondered about his place in it all, Where did he come from after all? Of that he had no clue about but it no longer mattered, his only goal now was serving his ultimate master, but how can he serve him in such a weak state right now. He stood up and unsheathed his blade, using it to cut a watermelon he had shoplifted from a very dumb merchant. After munching down on that and thinking more about where he belongs he in the universe he got back up and started pacing again around the water bucket. He stared at it for several long seconds before moving around to the left of it, he put up his fingers to it like he was framing it in order to get a good look at it. He closed his eyes and dug deep, he breathed in and out, this time he could do it for sure. he went over to it and plunged his head in face first. He sat there for a few seconds, a few seconds became a few minutes, a few minutes became twenty minutes, he pulled his head out of the water. He smiled and walked away.
Shadow walked into the dojo, he looked around for a little while before proceeding to step in and cross the room. It was empty, and it was damp, and it was ugly. But Shadow didn’t care, he knew what he was here for. He had managed to locate an old and abandoned karate dojo with the equipment still intact. He dropped his stuff and proceeded to pull out the duty old equipment, he found an old bed as well as some wooden swords and staves. After searching some more he found some dusty old books that were in a language to foreign to him he thought he was reading a secret code to somebody. He walked downstairs and took off his robe, he pulled out the practice dummy, where when you struck it, it would spin around and strike you. He struck it once as hard as he could, a wooden stick from the left came flying towards his head but he just barely blocked it in time and then striking it again. The more he struck the practice dummy the faster it got, until it was too fast and one of the wooden poles struck him in the side. He fell over holding his side “Damn it!” he yelled throughout the dojo only to be responded with the echo of him yelling it. He stood up and walked over to his robe and put it back on, the dragon silk thread ran down the robe and flowed as he walked past the training hall and into the kitchen, which was only getting half power so he couldn’t cook any nice meals, however at least there was water and enough fire to cook Ramen noodles. He put the Ramen in the pot over the fire, grabbed a glass of water and sat down waiting for his food to be finished. He slammed his head against the table he sat at, he hadn’t had any sleep in the past few days and was dead tired, but he still had work to complete by the end of the week. he recently learned that he can enhance his speed and his reflexes by the force of hard work and physical punishment.. they weren’t kidding on the physical punishment, Shadow’s side still hurt from when the training dummy struck him in the side, he had almost threw up right there and then but contained himself. He really needed something to help with his pain tolerance. At any rate he lifted his head and walked over to his noodles and added the beef sauce then began to mix it all up, after finishing his noodles he cleaned up his mess and returned to the main hall he went for a stroll up the stairs and around the area. He went over to the back to stand in the sun for a little bit, after a while of standing there a small cat appeared and began meowing at him, he stared at the small cat for a while, it was a skinny long haired tabby cat with brown fur. He picked it up and began petting it for a while, it began to purr and he took it inside with him and fed it. “Hmmm... I’ll call you... Kurai.. yeah I’ll name you Kurai” Shadow is not entirely sure why he just fed a cat and then named it. but that didn’t matter. He walked back into the training hall and positioned himself in front of the training dummy once more, he began to strike it, block incoming wooden poles, strike again, block again, rinse and repeat. Until the same thing happened he once more was hit by one of the wooden poles, this time he fell over and gagged but didn’t puke, that one hurt for sure. The cat came up and sat beside him, purring and rubbing her head against his. He smiled at the cat and said “I see.. So you understand me...” the cat simply meowed. With that he would get up and walk over to the corner of the wall. he leaned on it for a while before stopping, turning and walking towards the training dummy, he struck it once and blocked it, struck it again, and blocked it, over and over again the same process, but when he got up to is normal limit he noticed his hands and legs were almost moving on there own, he continued to block and strike the target until the training dummy was just a blur in motion, and then *SNAP!* the training dummy broke. Shadow smiled he picked up his gear, he placed Kurai in his bag and he left the building he would keep the cat around for a bit longer.
Shadow walked down the street, his sunglasses on to hide his red eyes, and Kurai the cat relaxing in his backpack, and his blade hidden inside of his robes. This was the calmest creature he had ever seen, the pathetic humans held nothing against the calm creature who seemed to enjoy Shadow’s company. He continued strolling down the street. He looked up to the big buildings above where the lawyers and officials of the city had conducted their daily unworthy business, “Ha!.. Truth worth is proven by the warriors test.. not by talking your way out of a situation.. pathetic right Kurai?” the cat meowed in response and Shadow continued on his way. He was not entirely sure where the hell he was going but he was sure that he would find out when he got there. He came to an underpass of a bridge, walls of each side were covered in graffiti art, trash bags, beer bottles, and soda cans littered the floor, it was a downright mess. To make matters worse six thugs were dealing drugs when they walked up on him “Sup Punk, you're getting a little too close to our little operation here, so unfortunately we have to off you now” with that two of the thugs laughed and moved towards him, Shadow dropped the bag but Kurai remained perfectly still, he unsheathed his blade from under his robe and rushed forward cutting off the drug dealer’s hand, as blood spewed everywhere he fell to the floor and his buddies ran away like cowards who just saw a ghost. Shadow looked him dead in the eye before saying.. “Luke... I am your father” with that he burst into laughter holding his side, even falling over and sitting down, when he finally got control of himself he looked at him again “Aaaaaaah.. I crack myself up.. No seriously get out of here before i do worse” he said with a smile. He watched the thug run off into the next tunnel over, probably never to be seen again.. or will probably die from blood lust and shock. Shadow smiled again before sheathing his blade and hiding it once more under his robes, he picked up the bag with Kurai in it and walked on. He crossed the street, multiple cars passed by and one of them called him a loser while driving by. He paid them no mind, he had bigger goals, he needed to find a spot where he could be at peace to learn his super speed. He needed a long stretch of terrain, and no one to be nearby. As he continued walking he started to pet Kurai causing her to purr again. He eventually came on an overpass above the tunnel he was just in. He looked down to see a bunch of teenagers walking along and making noise. He had started to really hate humans, how could they live like slobs? They couldn’t be possibly this stupid could they? No matter, he would see the world at war with itself, only then would they learn that there lives are meaningless, ants waiting to be crushed by the boot. His master would be the boot, he would be the one who makes sure nothing happens to the boot and the that the ants accept their fate. He was walking along when suddenly, a car drove by and jacked his bag just as he was walking. Shadow glared “You little shits!” he yelled, there was a lot of money in that bag, his journal, and most importantly, Kurai! He ran down the street but he couldn’t keep up with the car, they would slow down and speed right back up as if a child taunting another child, but Shadow was no child and he was not happy at all right now. He began sprinting after the car but it kept speeding up faster then him, after a while he noticed he was getting faster, and faster, and faster until he was right next to the car. He smiled and slashed the tires with his sword, catching his bag and Kurai then running off. He stopped behind a gas station. He smiled at Kurai and then ran right off again.

RETREAT

Where ya been dude?