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A/N: Thanks everyone for reading and reviewing!!! I love reviews!!! ^_^ Always so inspiring!
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Omi ran and ran trying to get away. What was going on? Why was this happening to him? One minute he was playing with his brothers, and the next he was running for his life. He deeply wished he had the others with him, or at least some of his weapons. Yet here he was running in only his shorts, looking for a place to hide. Yet he didn't know where he was, and he wanted out. The fearful teen rounded another corner and came to a dead stop when he realized he was no longer in the woods. He was in the hallway of a dark building. He could hear distant mumbles but no pursuit of the monster.
"How'd I get here?" Omi asked quietly to himself. "And where am I?"
The auburn hair teen looked down at himself to find that he was fully clothed in his Vice outfit. His brow creased in confusion. What was going on? Where was he? This was all too strange. Luckily though his wound no longer hurt or bled. As the mumbles turned into bouts of not so nice laughter Omi decided to check things out.
Quietly he started down the dark hallway, inching closer to the doorway that was emitting light. The voices seemed strangely familiar to him as he got closer, and their voices became clearer. He paused just outside the room listening in.
"Well it looks like yer old man ain't gonna pay," Omi heard a man say in a deep voice.
He then heard a little cry and whimpering. This was all too familiar to the teen. He tried to tell himself this couldn't be what he thought it was, but he bit his lip and forced him to look into the room. Unfortunately Omi had been right. There in a corner with goons hovering around was himself as a child. Omi was seeing himself at his kidnapping right after his father had refused to pay the ransom.
He wanted to shout at himself to run away, but he knew it was no use. He knew there was no way to change the past. Yet he still couldn't understand what was going on. Why was he here? What is the meaning of all this? He just didn't get it, and it was hurting. And not just any kind of hurt. It was the pain you felt when you know you're lost and alone inside yourself. When you have no where to turn for peace. Not even happy memories to guide you. Just lost in a nothingness where the only feelings were pain and loneliness.
He forced himself to look back into the room and nearly broke down crying as one of the goons kicked his younger self. When they began to close in on him ready to strike Omi couldn't take it and shouted even though he knew no one could hear.
"NOOOOOO!!!" He wailed dropping to his knees as tears streamed down his face.
A/N: Thanks everyone for reading and reviewing!!! I love reviews!!! ^_^ Always so inspiring!
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Omi ran and ran trying to get away. What was going on? Why was this happening to him? One minute he was playing with his brothers, and the next he was running for his life. He deeply wished he had the others with him, or at least some of his weapons. Yet here he was running in only his shorts, looking for a place to hide. Yet he didn't know where he was, and he wanted out. The fearful teen rounded another corner and came to a dead stop when he realized he was no longer in the woods. He was in the hallway of a dark building. He could hear distant mumbles but no pursuit of the monster.
"How'd I get here?" Omi asked quietly to himself. "And where am I?"
The auburn hair teen looked down at himself to find that he was fully clothed in his Vice outfit. His brow creased in confusion. What was going on? Where was he? This was all too strange. Luckily though his wound no longer hurt or bled. As the mumbles turned into bouts of not so nice laughter Omi decided to check things out.
Quietly he started down the dark hallway, inching closer to the doorway that was emitting light. The voices seemed strangely familiar to him as he got closer, and their voices became clearer. He paused just outside the room listening in.
"Well it looks like yer old man ain't gonna pay," Omi heard a man say in a deep voice.
He then heard a little cry and whimpering. This was all too familiar to the teen. He tried to tell himself this couldn't be what he thought it was, but he bit his lip and forced him to look into the room. Unfortunately Omi had been right. There in a corner with goons hovering around was himself as a child. Omi was seeing himself at his kidnapping right after his father had refused to pay the ransom.
He wanted to shout at himself to run away, but he knew it was no use. He knew there was no way to change the past. Yet he still couldn't understand what was going on. Why was he here? What is the meaning of all this? He just didn't get it, and it was hurting. And not just any kind of hurt. It was the pain you felt when you know you're lost and alone inside yourself. When you have no where to turn for peace. Not even happy memories to guide you. Just lost in a nothingness where the only feelings were pain and loneliness.
He forced himself to look back into the room and nearly broke down crying as one of the goons kicked his younger self. When they began to close in on him ready to strike Omi couldn't take it and shouted even though he knew no one could hear.
"NOOOOOO!!!" He wailed dropping to his knees as tears streamed down his face.
