THE OMEN
A roll of thunder echoed overhead. Lightning was soon to follow, clapping violently and spreading against an empty street nearby. Cars lay overturned, some on fire whilst others rotted away; black tendrils rising from the very soil they rested upon. It was as though nature had suddenly reclaimed them, though what few survived knew the incident had only occurred a couple of minutes ago. The air smelled of petrol and wet soil, yet despite this the rain had done little in terms of touching the surrounding inferno. What shadows remained were illuminated by the dancing flames as more tendrils sprouted and embraced both trees and homes alike. No part of the city was left untouched, with the ground caving and cavernous pits forming in areas otherwise thought stable. The screams of women and children echoed, some drawing closer as they emerged from their cars in an attempt to run to safety. Unfortunate. Black shapes emerged from the flames, seeming to manifest out of nowhere. They snarled as the charged ahead, their wolf-like appearance morphing in and out as the bounced from car to car. Blood red eyes peered through the shadows as two more, considerably larger than the rest, stepped out not long after. Standing between them was a man - flesh and bone, or so he seemed. A trench-coat - looking pristine and almost brand new - stretched to his feet, and on his back lay two large swords. The blade of one glistened under the moonlight, while the other did not. Smoke rose from its tip and bled off the edges, and should one have looked closely enough they may have noted the inferno that blazed within. A few moments passed. The onlookers seemed to look on in silence, unsure as to what to make of the strange man that stood before them. His head rose, silver hair strewn messily around his shoulders as his single fixed on each of them. Only then did more of his features become available; half of his face covered by an intricate white mask whilst the other half lay scarred yet very much intact. The eye behind the mask was made of the same consistence as his blade, while the other shone bright amber. It seemed he had gained himself an audience. He seemed to pay the red dots on his chest no mind, nor did he acknowledge the helicopters flying overhead. He instead began to walk, a thick layer of black smoke left behind with every step he took. The wolves snapped and snarled at those who dared make a noise, and with a single flick of his finger each police cruiser began to float, revealing every hidden agent and paramedic. “Leave.” The words were deep and shook the very earth beneath him. His lips on the other hand did not appear to move. He wasn’t there for them. But one thing was for certain. One bullet and he’d kill them all. @multimuse-online
