Omega124
Challenging Fate
The sun rises.
The sky was a radiant pink as the yellow ball of fire rose above the horizon. The first glints of sunlight breached the windows and illuminated the surrounding bedroom. The room was dead; every object was as still as a corpse and as silent as a tomb. Even the gentle breeze outside was undetectable. In the center of this room was a bed covered in a light, red sheet. Sticking out of one end was a head covered in short, black hair, and the other end had white feet.
Suddenly, the peaceful serenity of the room was shattered with an audible groan. With the night vanquished, the human was entering out of his unconscious slumber and back into the real world. With a slight toss, he shoved the sheet off of him, exposing a body covered in dirty clothes from the day before. The human jumped out of bed, and started to procure new clothes to replace his old ones.
With his mission complete, he quickly walks downstairs. A hoodie was raised over his scalp, and he opened the front door to walk outside. The newspaper should be in his mailbox; which is needed to provide something to read for his breakfast. As he started to walk forward, the man warmly smiled. The warm breeze, the nice temperature, and pleasant breeze all together combined into a perfect morning.
After crossing the street, he grasped the paper out of his mailbox and removed the plastic wrap around it. He glanced at the newspaper, and confirmed it was his copy of "The Armpit Times", the most trusted news source in his New Jersey town of Hummel. When he looked up, however, something strange caught his eye. The cars in everyone's driveways were gone, as if they never existed. Considering it was only around six AM, no one should had left for work yet. Tucking the newspaper in his arm, he dashed over to investigate his house.
Once he arrived home, the human quickly raced upstairs, investigating the rooms of his family members. Each and every single other room was empty. Strangely, their beds were made and the rooms were immaculate, as if his family were never living there the day before. Something was going on in this neighborhood, but he didn't know what.
"Don't panic," he said, in a nervous tone that implied he was about to do exactly that. "There's probably a rational explanation for this. Just calm down."
The only way to calm himself, he rationalized, was to continue his day like nothing happened. He turned on the stove, and started to cook scrambled eggs, hoping that a nice breakfast would help him think better. However, he noticed not even the birds were chirping outside; he was truly and utterly alone.
After the eggs were turned into a fluffy, yellow consistency, he sat down with his meal and unfolded his paper. The human was desperately scanning the paper to see if this disappearance was simply a festival that no one alerted him about. Instead, he found useless articles about supposed superhero sightings in Metro City, how the Chinese economy was starting to break, and the epidemic of writer's block across the nation. All of this scanning, however, was interrupted by the doorbell going off. In a second, the frightened person was opening the door, hoping to find the collective neighborhood outside laughing on how they pranked him.
However, he was greeted by a man he never saw in his life. The man, wearing a black suit, appeared to be somewhere in his early 20s, his young face and messy brown hair completely ruining his feeble attempt to look intimidating. Behind him was a black van without any markings, and a pistol holster was on his waist.
The brown hair man's equally brown eyes widened. "I... I'm not used to seeing any survivors", he shockingly said.
"Survivors?," the survivor questioned.
With a strangely giddy tone, the suited man stated, "When Darkness strikes a town, usually it's a 100% fatality rate. Someone always has to check, and this is why! I can't wait to report this to HQ!" Seconds of silence followed that statement, the black haired human having no idea what to say.
"Oh," the brown haired man said, "how rude of me. My name is Steven. What's yours?"
"Omega," the black haired man dryly said.
"That's a weird name".
Omega shrugged, "My parents were weird people. Now, who are you? What's Darkne-"
"I don't really have time to explain it now," Steven said as he grabbed Omega's arm, "I need to get you to HQ. Come with me".
Omega ripped his arm free from the suited man. "You got candy in that van or something?," he sarcastically said.
"Sorry," Steven apologized, "I just got... excited. I think this may clear things up". The brown haired man extended his bare hand out, with his fingers shaped as if he was holding something from the bottom. After closing his eyes for a second, a tiny flame erupted from his hands, burning but seemingly not affecting him.
Omega stood there in silence, shocked at the display of pyrokinesis. First everyone he knew vanished, then a man who he never met was manipulating fire in front of his hand. His life, normal yesterday, was now like if he was thrown into a poorly thought out story.
Steven continued, "I can explain all of this later. But can you please trust me, Omega? Even if you survived Darkness, you're not safe here. You need to come with me, now."
Omega nodded. "Fine, j-". Before he could even finish, the brown haired man once again grabbed him and started to drag him towards the van. "You better anwser my questions, though," the almost abducted Omega said.
Steven gleefully smiled. "Don't worry, I will".
The sky was a radiant pink as the yellow ball of fire rose above the horizon. The first glints of sunlight breached the windows and illuminated the surrounding bedroom. The room was dead; every object was as still as a corpse and as silent as a tomb. Even the gentle breeze outside was undetectable. In the center of this room was a bed covered in a light, red sheet. Sticking out of one end was a head covered in short, black hair, and the other end had white feet.
Suddenly, the peaceful serenity of the room was shattered with an audible groan. With the night vanquished, the human was entering out of his unconscious slumber and back into the real world. With a slight toss, he shoved the sheet off of him, exposing a body covered in dirty clothes from the day before. The human jumped out of bed, and started to procure new clothes to replace his old ones.
With his mission complete, he quickly walks downstairs. A hoodie was raised over his scalp, and he opened the front door to walk outside. The newspaper should be in his mailbox; which is needed to provide something to read for his breakfast. As he started to walk forward, the man warmly smiled. The warm breeze, the nice temperature, and pleasant breeze all together combined into a perfect morning.
After crossing the street, he grasped the paper out of his mailbox and removed the plastic wrap around it. He glanced at the newspaper, and confirmed it was his copy of "The Armpit Times", the most trusted news source in his New Jersey town of Hummel. When he looked up, however, something strange caught his eye. The cars in everyone's driveways were gone, as if they never existed. Considering it was only around six AM, no one should had left for work yet. Tucking the newspaper in his arm, he dashed over to investigate his house.
Once he arrived home, the human quickly raced upstairs, investigating the rooms of his family members. Each and every single other room was empty. Strangely, their beds were made and the rooms were immaculate, as if his family were never living there the day before. Something was going on in this neighborhood, but he didn't know what.
"Don't panic," he said, in a nervous tone that implied he was about to do exactly that. "There's probably a rational explanation for this. Just calm down."
The only way to calm himself, he rationalized, was to continue his day like nothing happened. He turned on the stove, and started to cook scrambled eggs, hoping that a nice breakfast would help him think better. However, he noticed not even the birds were chirping outside; he was truly and utterly alone.
After the eggs were turned into a fluffy, yellow consistency, he sat down with his meal and unfolded his paper. The human was desperately scanning the paper to see if this disappearance was simply a festival that no one alerted him about. Instead, he found useless articles about supposed superhero sightings in Metro City, how the Chinese economy was starting to break, and the epidemic of writer's block across the nation. All of this scanning, however, was interrupted by the doorbell going off. In a second, the frightened person was opening the door, hoping to find the collective neighborhood outside laughing on how they pranked him.
However, he was greeted by a man he never saw in his life. The man, wearing a black suit, appeared to be somewhere in his early 20s, his young face and messy brown hair completely ruining his feeble attempt to look intimidating. Behind him was a black van without any markings, and a pistol holster was on his waist.
The brown hair man's equally brown eyes widened. "I... I'm not used to seeing any survivors", he shockingly said.
"Survivors?," the survivor questioned.
With a strangely giddy tone, the suited man stated, "When Darkness strikes a town, usually it's a 100% fatality rate. Someone always has to check, and this is why! I can't wait to report this to HQ!" Seconds of silence followed that statement, the black haired human having no idea what to say.
"Oh," the brown haired man said, "how rude of me. My name is Steven. What's yours?"
"Omega," the black haired man dryly said.
"That's a weird name".
Omega shrugged, "My parents were weird people. Now, who are you? What's Darkne-"
"I don't really have time to explain it now," Steven said as he grabbed Omega's arm, "I need to get you to HQ. Come with me".
Omega ripped his arm free from the suited man. "You got candy in that van or something?," he sarcastically said.
"Sorry," Steven apologized, "I just got... excited. I think this may clear things up". The brown haired man extended his bare hand out, with his fingers shaped as if he was holding something from the bottom. After closing his eyes for a second, a tiny flame erupted from his hands, burning but seemingly not affecting him.
Omega stood there in silence, shocked at the display of pyrokinesis. First everyone he knew vanished, then a man who he never met was manipulating fire in front of his hand. His life, normal yesterday, was now like if he was thrown into a poorly thought out story.
Steven continued, "I can explain all of this later. But can you please trust me, Omega? Even if you survived Darkness, you're not safe here. You need to come with me, now."
Omega nodded. "Fine, j-". Before he could even finish, the brown haired man once again grabbed him and started to drag him towards the van. "You better anwser my questions, though," the almost abducted Omega said.
Steven gleefully smiled. "Don't worry, I will".
Spoiler :
Yes, I decided to go with the DYOS author character style. Sue me