Journey of the Lost, Part One: Goodbye Girl
I know what many of you are thinking, what the hell have I done? Well, trust me. This idea has been in my head for a while, and I thought it would be a good time to have Omega grow as a character, and also to build up a future storyline. Trust me. You won't believe how this one ends.
P.S. For those who don't know. This is a separate fic from my Brotherhood Evolution series, but it does have tie in's and will effect the main story…eventually.
P.S.S. The Songs featured in this Fic are "Re-Aligned" By Godsmack, and "Numb" by Linkin Park. Nether of which I own unfortunately.
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Nevada
Tired of Being what you want me to be...
Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface...
Don't know what you're expecting of me...
But under the pressure, of walking in your shoes...
(Caught in the under tow, just caught in the under tow...)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you...
(Caught in the under tow, just caught in the under tow...)
The radio on the dust riddled '69 El Camino blared as it drove down a lonely deserted road. Its driver stared at the distance, letting the wind whip his braided hair around as he stared at the sunrise through the sunglasses he wore. His car blazed by a turtle as the song continued.
I've! Become so Numb!
I can't feel you there…
I've become so tired!
So much more aware…
I'm becoming this!
All I want to do…
Is be more like me!
And be less like you…
Can't you see that you're smothering me...
Holding to tightly, afraid to lose control...
Cause everything that you thought I would be...
Has fallen apart, right in front of you...
(Caught in the under tow, just caught in the under tow...)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you...
(Caught in the under tow, just caught in the under tow...)
And every second I waste is more than I can take...
I've! Become so Numb!
I can't feel you there…
I've become so tired!
So much more aware…
I'm becoming this!
All I want to do…
Is be more like me!
And be less like you…
And I know...
I may end up failing too...
But I know...
You were just like me...
With someone disappointed in you...
"Enough of this crap." Michael James Nagrite swore as he flipped the radio off. A tear slid down his eye as he shook his head and turned his attention back to the road. "What are you doing Mike?" Omega thought as he drove down the dusty road. That question had plagued him for the last three months. Ever since Betsy's death, Mike had wondered what to do. Vargas had killed the one thing that was truly good in his life, and as such Mike killed Vargas. That should have made him feel a little better. He had avenged Psylocke's… Betsy's death. But when it was all said in done, Omega still felt empty... no, hollow inside. The sputtering of the cars engine brought Mike out of his daze. He glanced down at the gas meter to see the little "E" flashing.
"Just freaking wonderful." Omega muttered. His car slowed down as he pulled it on to the side of the road and then died. "As if life could get any worse." Mike muttered as he got out of the car and slammed the door shut. He clicked his key chain, locking the vehicle as he continued down the road. There was a sign a few miles back that said a town was about two miles ahead. Hopefully, they would have a gas station.
"Hopefully." There's a word I haven't used for a long time." Mike thought. "The guys were always so hopeful. Bragging about how we were the best, when in reality we lost almost all the time." Mike let his thought wander back to the Brotherhood. The look of pain on Toad's face when Mike had left them. Hours earlier, that face was streaming tears during Psylockes funeral. Wanda had been quite, letting her emotions be expressed through Toad, who she clung to. Pietro for his part had stayed quite the entire time. Blob and X where silent, to respectful to say anything. Lance had stood as the steadfast vanguard for the entire Brotherhood, silently giving them the strength that they so desperately needed during those three hours.
"Three hours… That's all the time we spent honoring Betsy's memory. Then we had to leave and let them bury her…" Mike thought, as he took off his trench coat in the sweltering heat. The X-men had attended. Even though they had left X-Factor and become the Brotherhood again a few hours before the funeral, Valerie and Forge had shown up to pay their respects as well.
Mike let his thoughts, emotions wander back to Betsy. She had loved life so much. Taking risks for the adrenaline rush, never afraid to take up some new challenge. She was life personified. She was his inner fire. The whole reason Omega kept the fight and living was because Betsy was there, keeping him going and showing him that life was worth living. After her death, Omega though to ending it all, but that would have been the biggest disrespect to the woman who loved life so much, so instead, Mike had carried on. He couldn't stay with the Brotherhood. He saw Psylocke in each of their faces and he couldn't deal with that pain, and they couldn't help him deal with what he was… is going through. Once before Michael Nagrite lost the woman he loved. He moved to Bayville afterward. There he found someone who he cared about more than Sarah. But she was gone now. And once again, Mike was alone…
"How cozy." Mike said dryly as he walked into the small, dusty town.
"Can I help y'all?" A teenage girl in short cropped jeans and a dusty tee shirt said as she walked up to Mike. Her Blond Locks fell across her back and face as she smiled a toothy grin.
"Yea. Can you show me where the nearest gas station is?" Mike asked.
"Sure thing, follow me." The girl said, letting her accent show as she led Mike through the small town. "I recon your car ran out of gas?"
"Something like that. Yea." Mike said, not really paying attention to what the girl was rambling about as they walked through the town. "Nice town you got here." Mike said simply.
"Yep. Not a stinkin' Mutie within a mile of Perfection Valley." The girl said proudly. Mike stared hard at her for a few seconds.
"Good thing. Those mutants are trouble brewing." Mike said simply in a slight tone of disgust.
"Good to see that there are some honest decent folk left." The girl said as the walked through the town.
"OH MY GAWD!" Came the scream from a distance them. Mike and the girl took off in the direction of the scream. They arrived to see the gas station of fire, and the nearby houses also on fire. A small kid was in one of the windows, before it collapsed, burying the child in the flaming ruble.
"Oh Jesus almighty!" The girl said as Mike threw his coat to the ground and bolted towards the building. "What are you doing!" The girl shouted.
Decisions made from desperation…
No way to go...
Internal instincts craving isolation…
For me to grow…
My fears come alive…
In this place where I once died…
Demons dreaming, nowhere to hide…
I just needed… to Re-Align!
Fell in a river of illusion…
And apathy…
Drowning in a self-induced confusion…
I'd rather be…
The Song rang in Mike's head as he bolted towards the flaming wreckage. With a thought, his tendricals were loosed from their guards and whirled around him, knocking flaming debris away from him as he ran towards the inside of the building and the stairs. The sounds of his body's fat sizzling rang in his ears as Mike leapt through the floorboards and to the second level. There. He saw a flaming pile of debris with a hand sticking out of it. Within a few moments Mike had already cleared the debris away from the child.
"Christ…" Mike muttered. The kid had burns all over his body and was bleeding from open wounds. Mike's hair and cloths were on fire as well, but he ignored the pain of his own flesh burning as he grabbed the small child and ran towards the window. With mighty leap, Mike jumped through the window and sailed down to the ground on flames, shielding the child with his own body from the fall. Already a crowd had gathered and a fire brigade was forming as villagers were throwing water on the building and using fire extinguishers in vain to try and put the blaze out.
"Gawd almighty…" The teenage girl from before said when she saw Mike's burnt form get off the ground with the child in his arms. His skin was blackened and his hair was completely burned off. Only his emerald eyes showed on his blackened form, and they blazed with a fire more powerful than the one behind him.
"Get this kid some help…" Came the rasped voice. Mike barely recognized it as his own as he handed the wounded child to a nearby townsfolk.
"How is he still standing?" A random person asked as Mike focused through the pain. To everyone's horror, Mike's flesh began to knit back together. His burned form became a healthy pink, than a plain flush of color as his skin re-grew. His hair also re-grew to its original length, though now it was loose and untamed. Mike opened his eyes to see everyone staring at him.
"It's a Mutie!" Another villager shouted.
"Idiot." Mike stated as he turned his attention back to the fire. It was still out of control, and Mike surmised that it would take to long for the nearest fire department to respond. "Why do I even bother…" Mike thought. Then an image flashed before his eyes. It was Betsy nagging him, no… reminding him that they had a gift. To help those who couldn't help themselves. "For you Bets…" Mike thought as he charged towards the flaming wreckage and slammed into the side of it. The impact he had kicked up and obscene amount of dust and now Mike's tendricals whirled around, kicking up more dust and slowly putting out the blazed as Mike continued to push against the structure. His muscled corded as he lifted the side of the building off of its foundation and slammed it to the ground, keeping the blaze from spreading to other buildings. The villagers would be able to handle this big bonfire.
"There." Mike thought. He then noticed a can of gas a few feet away from him. It looked full. Mike grabbed it and bolted away from the fire, back to his car. The two gallons of gas would be enough to get him to another town, and hopefully there wouldn't be a fire there.
About an hour later Mike arrived at his car. He filled up the tank and was about to get in to the drivers seat. He then noticed that the teenage girl that had greeted him was standing in front of his car.
"How's the kid?" Mike asked as he had one foot in the car.
"He'll make it right fine. Doctor Hawthorn said that he's plum lucky to be alive." The girl said as she walked towards Mike.
"Good to hear." Mike said, no emotion in his voice as he stared hard at the southern blond in from of him.
"Where you going?" The girl asked.
"Somewhere other than here." Mike responded.
"I always wanted to go there." The girl said simply. "Want some company?"
"Good bye Girl." Mike said as he got into the car and drove away, leaving the teenage girl standing in the road as the dust settled.
"Goodbye Stranger..." The girl said simply.
"Time for some music." Mike thought as he turned the radio back on and drove away.
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Elsewhere
"Are you sure about him Milord?" A figure in the darkness asked as knelt before a figure in the shadows. "He's not like the other three."
"Yes. He is strong of power and will. But now that will has been weakened, and his heart shattered. He is ripe for the picking. He will be the last of my true warriors. Find him, and make him an offer that he would be wise to accept." A dark voice stated.
"He won't accept Milord, his heart may be broken, but he still holds love for the girl. Her memory will keep him from joining us."
"Than tell him that if he serves me, she will be returned to him." The shadowy figure stated as he walked away, leaving his minion alone with his task.
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Well, I hope you all liked this. This is going to be a very surprising journey of self-discovery for my little Omega. I hope you all liked it.
Peace out,
Descendent
I know what many of you are thinking, what the hell have I done? Well, trust me. This idea has been in my head for a while, and I thought it would be a good time to have Omega grow as a character, and also to build up a future storyline. Trust me. You won't believe how this one ends.
P.S. For those who don't know. This is a separate fic from my Brotherhood Evolution series, but it does have tie in's and will effect the main story…eventually.
P.S.S. The Songs featured in this Fic are "Re-Aligned" By Godsmack, and "Numb" by Linkin Park. Nether of which I own unfortunately.
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Nevada
Tired of Being what you want me to be...
Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface...
Don't know what you're expecting of me...
But under the pressure, of walking in your shoes...
(Caught in the under tow, just caught in the under tow...)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you...
(Caught in the under tow, just caught in the under tow...)
The radio on the dust riddled '69 El Camino blared as it drove down a lonely deserted road. Its driver stared at the distance, letting the wind whip his braided hair around as he stared at the sunrise through the sunglasses he wore. His car blazed by a turtle as the song continued.
I've! Become so Numb!
I can't feel you there…
I've become so tired!
So much more aware…
I'm becoming this!
All I want to do…
Is be more like me!
And be less like you…
Can't you see that you're smothering me...
Holding to tightly, afraid to lose control...
Cause everything that you thought I would be...
Has fallen apart, right in front of you...
(Caught in the under tow, just caught in the under tow...)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you...
(Caught in the under tow, just caught in the under tow...)
And every second I waste is more than I can take...
I've! Become so Numb!
I can't feel you there…
I've become so tired!
So much more aware…
I'm becoming this!
All I want to do…
Is be more like me!
And be less like you…
And I know...
I may end up failing too...
But I know...
You were just like me...
With someone disappointed in you...
"Enough of this crap." Michael James Nagrite swore as he flipped the radio off. A tear slid down his eye as he shook his head and turned his attention back to the road. "What are you doing Mike?" Omega thought as he drove down the dusty road. That question had plagued him for the last three months. Ever since Betsy's death, Mike had wondered what to do. Vargas had killed the one thing that was truly good in his life, and as such Mike killed Vargas. That should have made him feel a little better. He had avenged Psylocke's… Betsy's death. But when it was all said in done, Omega still felt empty... no, hollow inside. The sputtering of the cars engine brought Mike out of his daze. He glanced down at the gas meter to see the little "E" flashing.
"Just freaking wonderful." Omega muttered. His car slowed down as he pulled it on to the side of the road and then died. "As if life could get any worse." Mike muttered as he got out of the car and slammed the door shut. He clicked his key chain, locking the vehicle as he continued down the road. There was a sign a few miles back that said a town was about two miles ahead. Hopefully, they would have a gas station.
"Hopefully." There's a word I haven't used for a long time." Mike thought. "The guys were always so hopeful. Bragging about how we were the best, when in reality we lost almost all the time." Mike let his thought wander back to the Brotherhood. The look of pain on Toad's face when Mike had left them. Hours earlier, that face was streaming tears during Psylockes funeral. Wanda had been quite, letting her emotions be expressed through Toad, who she clung to. Pietro for his part had stayed quite the entire time. Blob and X where silent, to respectful to say anything. Lance had stood as the steadfast vanguard for the entire Brotherhood, silently giving them the strength that they so desperately needed during those three hours.
"Three hours… That's all the time we spent honoring Betsy's memory. Then we had to leave and let them bury her…" Mike thought, as he took off his trench coat in the sweltering heat. The X-men had attended. Even though they had left X-Factor and become the Brotherhood again a few hours before the funeral, Valerie and Forge had shown up to pay their respects as well.
Mike let his thoughts, emotions wander back to Betsy. She had loved life so much. Taking risks for the adrenaline rush, never afraid to take up some new challenge. She was life personified. She was his inner fire. The whole reason Omega kept the fight and living was because Betsy was there, keeping him going and showing him that life was worth living. After her death, Omega though to ending it all, but that would have been the biggest disrespect to the woman who loved life so much, so instead, Mike had carried on. He couldn't stay with the Brotherhood. He saw Psylocke in each of their faces and he couldn't deal with that pain, and they couldn't help him deal with what he was… is going through. Once before Michael Nagrite lost the woman he loved. He moved to Bayville afterward. There he found someone who he cared about more than Sarah. But she was gone now. And once again, Mike was alone…
"How cozy." Mike said dryly as he walked into the small, dusty town.
"Can I help y'all?" A teenage girl in short cropped jeans and a dusty tee shirt said as she walked up to Mike. Her Blond Locks fell across her back and face as she smiled a toothy grin.
"Yea. Can you show me where the nearest gas station is?" Mike asked.
"Sure thing, follow me." The girl said, letting her accent show as she led Mike through the small town. "I recon your car ran out of gas?"
"Something like that. Yea." Mike said, not really paying attention to what the girl was rambling about as they walked through the town. "Nice town you got here." Mike said simply.
"Yep. Not a stinkin' Mutie within a mile of Perfection Valley." The girl said proudly. Mike stared hard at her for a few seconds.
"Good thing. Those mutants are trouble brewing." Mike said simply in a slight tone of disgust.
"Good to see that there are some honest decent folk left." The girl said as the walked through the town.
"OH MY GAWD!" Came the scream from a distance them. Mike and the girl took off in the direction of the scream. They arrived to see the gas station of fire, and the nearby houses also on fire. A small kid was in one of the windows, before it collapsed, burying the child in the flaming ruble.
"Oh Jesus almighty!" The girl said as Mike threw his coat to the ground and bolted towards the building. "What are you doing!" The girl shouted.
Decisions made from desperation…
No way to go...
Internal instincts craving isolation…
For me to grow…
My fears come alive…
In this place where I once died…
Demons dreaming, nowhere to hide…
I just needed… to Re-Align!
Fell in a river of illusion…
And apathy…
Drowning in a self-induced confusion…
I'd rather be…
The Song rang in Mike's head as he bolted towards the flaming wreckage. With a thought, his tendricals were loosed from their guards and whirled around him, knocking flaming debris away from him as he ran towards the inside of the building and the stairs. The sounds of his body's fat sizzling rang in his ears as Mike leapt through the floorboards and to the second level. There. He saw a flaming pile of debris with a hand sticking out of it. Within a few moments Mike had already cleared the debris away from the child.
"Christ…" Mike muttered. The kid had burns all over his body and was bleeding from open wounds. Mike's hair and cloths were on fire as well, but he ignored the pain of his own flesh burning as he grabbed the small child and ran towards the window. With mighty leap, Mike jumped through the window and sailed down to the ground on flames, shielding the child with his own body from the fall. Already a crowd had gathered and a fire brigade was forming as villagers were throwing water on the building and using fire extinguishers in vain to try and put the blaze out.
"Gawd almighty…" The teenage girl from before said when she saw Mike's burnt form get off the ground with the child in his arms. His skin was blackened and his hair was completely burned off. Only his emerald eyes showed on his blackened form, and they blazed with a fire more powerful than the one behind him.
"Get this kid some help…" Came the rasped voice. Mike barely recognized it as his own as he handed the wounded child to a nearby townsfolk.
"How is he still standing?" A random person asked as Mike focused through the pain. To everyone's horror, Mike's flesh began to knit back together. His burned form became a healthy pink, than a plain flush of color as his skin re-grew. His hair also re-grew to its original length, though now it was loose and untamed. Mike opened his eyes to see everyone staring at him.
"It's a Mutie!" Another villager shouted.
"Idiot." Mike stated as he turned his attention back to the fire. It was still out of control, and Mike surmised that it would take to long for the nearest fire department to respond. "Why do I even bother…" Mike thought. Then an image flashed before his eyes. It was Betsy nagging him, no… reminding him that they had a gift. To help those who couldn't help themselves. "For you Bets…" Mike thought as he charged towards the flaming wreckage and slammed into the side of it. The impact he had kicked up and obscene amount of dust and now Mike's tendricals whirled around, kicking up more dust and slowly putting out the blazed as Mike continued to push against the structure. His muscled corded as he lifted the side of the building off of its foundation and slammed it to the ground, keeping the blaze from spreading to other buildings. The villagers would be able to handle this big bonfire.
"There." Mike thought. He then noticed a can of gas a few feet away from him. It looked full. Mike grabbed it and bolted away from the fire, back to his car. The two gallons of gas would be enough to get him to another town, and hopefully there wouldn't be a fire there.
About an hour later Mike arrived at his car. He filled up the tank and was about to get in to the drivers seat. He then noticed that the teenage girl that had greeted him was standing in front of his car.
"How's the kid?" Mike asked as he had one foot in the car.
"He'll make it right fine. Doctor Hawthorn said that he's plum lucky to be alive." The girl said as she walked towards Mike.
"Good to hear." Mike said, no emotion in his voice as he stared hard at the southern blond in from of him.
"Where you going?" The girl asked.
"Somewhere other than here." Mike responded.
"I always wanted to go there." The girl said simply. "Want some company?"
"Good bye Girl." Mike said as he got into the car and drove away, leaving the teenage girl standing in the road as the dust settled.
"Goodbye Stranger..." The girl said simply.
"Time for some music." Mike thought as he turned the radio back on and drove away.
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Elsewhere
"Are you sure about him Milord?" A figure in the darkness asked as knelt before a figure in the shadows. "He's not like the other three."
"Yes. He is strong of power and will. But now that will has been weakened, and his heart shattered. He is ripe for the picking. He will be the last of my true warriors. Find him, and make him an offer that he would be wise to accept." A dark voice stated.
"He won't accept Milord, his heart may be broken, but he still holds love for the girl. Her memory will keep him from joining us."
"Than tell him that if he serves me, she will be returned to him." The shadowy figure stated as he walked away, leaving his minion alone with his task.
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Well, I hope you all liked this. This is going to be a very surprising journey of self-discovery for my little Omega. I hope you all liked it.
Peace out,
Descendent