Revelations 6:8 (Omen)

[Matrim Gallagher]

Walking through the halls of the school Matrim planned on getting things back to normal. School building in the process of being restored, which cost a hefty amount of money. Matrim himself was willing to donate but he wasn't sure exactly how much or how long it would take. What he did know was that the destruction phase was still going on. Had to tear down what was left and clear it before the new could be built. He wondered how classes would be effected, but didn't worry too awful much. Things were on their way, right on time.

Matrim was in charge of this whole school. It didn't hit him until now... no headmaster, nobody he answered too. This was his school, his place. He had to think of what to do with it. Maybe he'd have a Pillar meeting once they had their new Student Body President. Or perhaps he would have an emergency meeting with Jester and Linda before too awful long anyway.

Of course, his thoughts of this were taken away when he found a nice spot to finally sit down. A tree on campus that looked comfortable, he took a seat next to it and observed the school, wondering how the students morale was after these two crazy council members were sent running with their tails between their legs.

Even if he was a friend of Mr. Purple....

"It's such a nice day out......"

[Omen]

She had a goal.




Her goal was to go from Point A to Point B without ANYTHING happening to her. Notice the caps.



Omen was serious.


The last two encounters with the others had gone...not horribly wrong per se, but at least exceedingly difficult. Both had minor Pasts, nothing to serious. No rape or murder....or mutilation. Omen shuddered, bars were one place she would never dare venture again. But this wasn't a bar. It was a school. A weird and slightly crazy school....but a school none the less.

And this time she remembered to carry her pens and a small notepad. She would never be caught without them again, it was too irritating to attempt to communicate with lesser beings( I.e. "Violent Ones) without it.


The tiny girl and began zipping through the halls, her tiny dark feet flashing in and out as she maneuvered through the crowds. Omen was careful not to touch anyone and more importantly not to hear anyone. In her ears were two shining buds, these buds (headphones) created loud enough music that any and all sound was neatly closed off.

Ha.


But she wasn't to be spared this day.


Omen figured this out when SHE crash landed into the biggest man she had ever seen. He towered over her insignificant 5"2. Her creamy white eyes stared into his before the memories came.






Sunavabitch.

[Matrim Gallagher]

Matrim got bored and made his way back into the building. After all, there was only so many times a guy could meditate/zone out near a try before he felt like a true hippie. On his way through the building he bumped into someone, and he wasn't exactly paying attention, especially considering how short this girl was, so it was easy for this to happen and pass his ability to see things happening. His blue eyes went down to look into her white ones, his blue orbs bright even behind his glasses. He was a bit confused though, he had never seen this girl before, and her eyes and hair were very white and pale, while her skin was darker obviously because of her ethnicity.

"Oh, hey," Matrim said looking down at the girl, "Sorry about that didn't see you. Guess I should clean my glasses or pay a little more attention huh?"

Matrim chuckled lightly trying to be somewhat professional considering that he was the Student Captain dealing with a student he hadn't run into before. It was important to be polite at times like these, right? After all he was a little smarter than he used to be. He wasn't about to beat up random kids just because he didn't watch where he was going. How completely idiotic would that be?

[Omen]

"Oh, hey, sorry about that didn't see you. Guess I should clean my glasses or pay a little more attention huh?"


Oh shit.



Oh shit.




Her heels lifted up to where Omen was just balancing on her toes, black arms like vipers shot out and reached for the sky, or in this case the ceiling. Her eyes so pale and unnatural opened wide as if the sickening crackle in the air came directly from them. Even her hair which was just a split second ago was so pristine was now snapping in an invisible storm. Pain lashed at her insides, destroying who she was. What she was. Her panic stricken eyes locked onto Matrim's and then she let out the most unearthly keening.

As if the gods themselves were wailing through her mouth.

Omen wasn't there anymore.




There was no Omen.






There was only Matrim.





"Kill her...."



"She betrayed us Matrim. She betrayed me, Samara, and Matrim Aldon. She took advantage of my kindness, and while Matrim got his revenge on her, me and Samara never got ours. Do this for her, do this for me."






"Ok, Dad."







Omen could feel the blade enter her body, she feel the blood on her hands, the insane laughter bubbling up from Matrim to come forth from her own mouth.


"Don't worry, I'll explain all of this later."



"Reira!"



Omen dropped to her knees and vomited on the floor. He turned into Reira!


"I'm dead because of you."


Horror gripped her heart and she screamed again. Reira's beheaded body floated in her mind.



"Shit...."




"You... you were my only friend buddy, so just hold on, ok?"

Tears streamed down Omen's face, her back heaved and sobbed.



What had this poor boy done to deserve this??




"I'm sorry.... I couldn't save you Alex..... I'm sorry..... I'm so sorry can you forgive me?"



"Oh, hey Kate. Can you believe this asshole?"






"Trizen....... you better live......"












Omen's body convulsed one more time before she came to a shuttering stop. Her white hair lay stained in a pool of her own blood and vomit and her fingernails had shredded her palms causing them to ooze even more blood and yet she still didn't unclench her fists.

Omen's eyes were closed but she continued to cry quietly. Pain stabbed at her head, stomach and legs where, in her thrashing, she had knocked them against the floor and the lockers violently. She curled herself into a small ball and locked herself there.

In her own language she cried for her gods and her mother; she cried for anyone who could help her. Her mind was a mix of red streaked pain and blazing emotional agony. How could anyone stand this? All this pain? All this suffering?

A warm and slightly pink presence in her mind spoke one word, "Reira."


Omen only cried harder, her choking sobs made her cough up blood and she still cried all the same. THIS was why she couldn't have friends. THIS was why she couldn't have the equivalent of Reira in her own life. So much pain. So much destruction. How could she love someone, anyone when people had pasts like these?

Murdering, violent pasts.


Matrim was both monster and victim, hero and villain. But so was Reira. Maybe that was why they were thick as thieves and loved so hard. They were so alike.


At least from Matrim's perspective.


God help those two.


Her insides twisted and Omen yelled in pain.









Why'd it have to hurt so much?

[Matrim Gallagher]

The girl was reacting almost as if Matrim had attacked her, she was freaking out on the ground and he wasn't sure what to make of all of this. She yelled and freaked out and all Matrim could think to do was get her help. So he quickly picked her up in his arms and ran at full speed, yelling for students to clear the way and as he ran a student near the door actually opened the door for Matrim, being nice and helping out since Matrim seemed to be doing the 'knight in shining armor' routine. In the end he wasn't sure how much of the good guy he was in this situation, she was reacting badly to bumping into him and he didn't know why. What he did know was that he ran the entire distance to the hospital, an impressive feat sure but he had panicked, and when he got there and got her there he didn't know what to do. He was in the emergency room of the place but didn't know who she was or anything like that.

"Hey, what's wrong? Can you hear me? I need to know what's wrong with you so I can tell them," Matrim said as he got in the emergency room. He looked at a nurse and said, "She started having a panic attack of sorts I don't know what's wrong with her."

The nurse directed Matrim to a room, the emergency room didn't seem filled with much emergency. It all seemed like stupid injuries and people who didn't want to make an appointment. So Matrim's Jane Do patient seemed to take the priority. Matrim heard her speak a different language when she had freaked out, so he wasn't even sure if she could speak english. But they got her a room and Matrim stayed inside, refusing to leave as they waited for a Doctor.

It was at this point Matrim realized how fast he made that run, setting Omen down on the hospital bed. "Seriously, you need to snap out of this..... what's wrong?"

[Omen]

Blood trickled from her mouth as she moaned. Her head had taken a beating during the vision, pounding her noggin against the tiled flooring would do that to you. She was dizzy and very disoriented. Flickers and emotions from Matrim were still fluttering inside of her even as he laid her on the bed.


God, she hated this.


White eyes searched for his face; for this monster that was kind. "Seriously, you need to snap out of this..... what's wrong? " My Qi, my curse. It hurts." Her aching fingers tried to wipe the blood from her mouth and only managed to smear it more across her chin. A shiver ran down her spine as she looked at him, as if half of her was going cold from fear and other half was trying to sympathize with the big brute. She didn't really know how to deal with him.


The kind killer.



"How do you do it?" She asked in sputters and gasps. Her sides throbbed maddeningly and every part of her body seemed to weep with the effort of merely talking. But it was important, she simply had to know. Black bloody hands grabbed his forearm and clutched it tight. Savior of writhing kids in the hallways and yet...a murderer?

What kept this man/boy thing living day to day?




Was it simply Reira?



Or was it just his thirst to be the best?




The strongest?


"How do you live with all this?"



"All this....pain?"

[Matrim Gallagher]

"How do you do it? How do you live with all this? All this....pain?"

Matrim noticed how blood came from her mouth, and from what she said he understood her Qi. Not completely, but he gathered that she knew more about him. She wouldn't be talking about Qi unless she knew he had one. She wouldn't talk about pain unless she felt he sympathized, and the only way he could sympathize is if they had common ground. She must have seen something...

"The pain passes in time..." He said, "It comes in waves... I get a break from it around people I care about. But mostly, I try to make sure that those who don't deserve the pain don't get it. In the past I've failed to protect... and I've made horrible judgment calls... I live to correct those mistakes. The pain drives me to live on...."

Matrim sat on the side of the bed so that he could observe her properly. "You're eyes... blindness? And your Qi allows you to.... sense emotions? Feel others emotions as your own?"

It was a guess because he wasn't sure on the mechanics, and it wasn't like anybody would magically be able to understand someones Qi without actually experiencing it first hand. And since he wasn't a Qi Empath, he would have to rely on her to describe it. His hand moved to her forehead to see if she was feverish. He took off his collared shirt, and wiped blood from her mouth, and handed it to her to wipe the blood off of her hand. He got up and walked over to some of the equipment in the room. His grandmother was a nurse so he understood some basic stuff, and finding a wash cloth he soaked it in hot water.

After that he'd come back and wash her mouth off with it since there would most likely be blood still.

[Omen]

"The pain passes in time..."

No pain passes, she thought, it only dulls and represses but it never leaves. Not ever. Omen had seen enough nightmares to know that.


There was no such thing as escape.


"It comes in waves... I get a break from it around people I care about. But mostly, I try to make sure that those who don't deserve the pain don't get it. In the past I've failed to protect... and I've made horrible judgment calls... I live to correct those mistakes. The pain drives me to live on...."

Ah, so he did know. Pain came in ebbs and flows, forgotten one year and ravaging the next. Just when you think it's gone you invoke it's coming once more. Omen's hand released his arm and moved to stroke her brow. Her head was still killing her. But then again, it always did after such an attack.


"You're eyes... blindness? And your Qi allows you to.... sense emotions? Feel others emotions as your own?"





Ah, an thus the questions came. Not the she resented it or anything, it's just....for once she would like to be a person whom no one questioned and who was left alone.

For once, she would just like to crawl under a rock and stay there. No one outside was worth knowing anyhow.




" I See things. Pasts. Futures. Everything. I have no choice. No control. No hope"

She smiled faintly with bloodied teeth.



No hope indeed.