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I went to my mom's family's place for a couple of weeks. It was something I did every summer for my whole life, and I really looked forward to it for that whole year. My mom's family was incredibly interesting, and there never was a dull moment with them.
They grew up in New Orleans and were very French in attitude, but they were fiercely American like any Southerner should be. I had aunts and cousins and close family friends with strange and varying beliefs that sort of mixed together to create even stranger traditions. No one in the family really cared, though. The owned it, never once caring what other people had thought about them.
An older cousin picked me up from the airport and took me back to the old family home. We were quickly and excitedly talking at each other as the drive happened. It had been awhile since we last seen each other, so we really had to work to catch up on everything.
When we walked into the house, taking in some of my stuff, my grandparents were busy watching the news. It was a first for them because they had always felt the news could be far too biased that they would only get their news from the community news shows, feeling they didn't have any kind of an agenda behind it all. Maybe it wasn't as strange when I saw what was on the news. They were talking about some horrible murder, but right behind the scene was that one symbol that had always seemed to usher in the something horrible.
That Omega Symbol.
It was enough to make anyone's blood run cold, and that was before they would learn what that symbol truly meant.
The way my grandparents and one of my older uncles reacted to that scene made me wonder if they knew a little more about that symbol than the regular person. Why was I surprised by that?
At the time, I thought I could remember seeing that symbol in some of the old chests in the attic, but that symbol was never alone in whatever they had kept it. Of course, they would know a little bit about that symbol.
"Hey. . .what's wrong?" I asked them, and they were quickly on their feet with the television off as they went to pull me into a hug for each of them.
They were very happy to see men, and they made sure to change the subject from what they had been watching on the news. Apparently, I wasn't supposed to be concerned with what was happening even though it was all happening in my own world. It was going to be something that would concern me eventually.
During that first dinner, I locked away those small concerns and acted carefree for them. No need to make them suspicious or concerned and take away my only chance at finding those answers I knew would be in that attic. Somewhere.
Later that night when everyone in the house were deeply asleep, I quietly climbed up into the attic, holding my small flashlight and my cellphone as I looked around. They were going to keep it all in a place that was both hidden and easy to get to. I knelt in front of a shelf and ran my free hand underneath the shelf, and I touched an old leather-bound book which I was able to pull out.
It was only when I started to look between the covers did I start to realize what could happen in the foreseeable future. I made sure to carefully record each page of that thick book, so I could get that information the people who would need it all the most. The last page that had held what could be a very important symbol. For some reason, I knew that I needed to keep it safe and hidden until it was needed, and it was going to be needed. Hopefully not soon, but by the looks of things that hope was going to be pretty flimsy.
The recent news had upset everyone very greatly. That Omega Symbol, as always, was in the middle of it all. There was a horrific massacre that had happened in the streets of Metropolis. The blood of the victims were used to copy that Omega Symbol all over the scene. Too many people have slaughtered and too much blood spilt for the sake of that one symbol. It seemed like that one symbol was starting to make people do horrible things.
My childhood made that sort of thing impossible not to believe, but Fritz made me seem more human. I could start to believe that with the evil, there was good within all of us, and there were ways to influence one or the other. I could start to believe that there were ways to influence the good, but there were very few times where I was able to witness that to ever happen. It was easier to influence that evil part within humanity.
Kent appeared, carrying his caped folded over an arm. He was wearing a confused and a little concerned expression on his face when he set the cape down in front of me. I reached out to touch it before I gave him a questioning look.
"Found that in my bag," he told me quietly. "After I saw Baby. How was she able to figure that out?"
"She sees the world differently from most of us," I told him. "That is why she is able to figure some things out that none would have ever learned."
Jonathan nodded, starting to believe it, and he gave me a look like he would have expected me to say something like that about another person. "That almost sounded like a compliment."
I narrowed my eyes at him, making him never pursue that line of thought even though he would never forget about it. "Two things, Kent. You should tell her if you care about her and trust her."
He became a little grim at that, but I knew he understood what I had said to him. "The other?"
"Even though she knows," I said to him. "It would stop with her."
Gordon wheeled into view, and she looked frustrated. Drake was going to make a comment about her and Grayson, but one glare from her kept him silent.
"We have the same breach," Gordon said to me. "I thought you fixed it."