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OMEGA dropped from the branch, landing with his knees bent, his thin sinewy muscles rippling like a puddle of water across his legs. He smiled broadly at the little girl, handing her the agitated cat, that had insisted on leaving as many scratches on his hands and arms as possible. Unfortunately for the feline, his impenetrable skin and tough costume hadn't allowed it the satisfaction, leaving it only more frustrated. He was glad to get rid of the pesky creature, patting the little girl on the head as softly as he could, winking amiably at her before turning and leaping into the air, soaring off across the sky with moderate speed, watching over the quaint little neighbourhood. He'd finally got the hang of flying after weeks and weeks of practise, perhaps the only one of his abilities that he could actually use without accidentally levelling an apartment building.
In fact it was blunders like those that had had him relegated to B-Lister duties, his meta-human abilities assigned to community service and petty jobs, very much like rescuing kitty cats from trees. His commanders had told him to stay out of any serious situations until he'd improved the handle on his strength, ordering him to stand back and let the main guys do the dirty work.
"Ooooh let Longshot take out the giant havoc wreaking alien, he's got a booow. Oh waaait, let the great and powerful Justice League sort out that mass of zombie warlords."
The Teenaged Titan shook his head, scowling inwardly, bitter about his degrade in value to the UN. They had created him as a beacon of stability for the world, but after a fatal mistake in his creation process, he had been formed with the mind and body of a 15 year old boy, hormones pumping through his body like a raging river.
I wish I coulda been around those days that a pair of invulnerable balls were taight and shooting lasers from your palms actually meant shit.
He floated down to the corner of a busy street in the city, walking through the doors of a little coffee shop to get himself some refreshments. His scarlet clad figure was met with an array of bewildered and apprehensive stares, perhaps one or two people recognizing the clumsy kid hero, but the majority just generally anxious of a meta-human within such a small shop. He did his best to come off as a friendly neighbourhood kinda do-gooder, smiling and nodding in turn at each of the patrons, making his way to the counter, where a line of two or three men stood, each impatient for their daily dosage of caffeine. He folded his arms behind his back and filed in behind them, humming a cheery tune, doing his best to come off as an average kid looking for some warm beverage. This was a little hard to do considering his crimson spandex and the way it hugged every inch of his body, singling out more of his private areas. He didn't feel the eyes of every customer in the room on him, instead keeping himself occupied with the cell phone he had just pulled out of a pouch across his hip. He updated his Facebook, proceeding to text to some of his friends from the school he attended. He didn't actually need school but the Commanders had thought it best for his social ability, which was lacking slightly due to the laser hands and what not.
"Hey kid, I seen you somewhere before. Wass your name 'gain... Alpha or Tony or sumin'?"
OMEGA's raised his head, meeting the weary eyes of a man in his late forties, his greasy hair combed to the side, crumbs from his last meal nestled comfortably within his oily moustache. He was next in line and had decided to pass the time by making conversation with the Titanium Teenager.
"It's OMEGA, actually. But you were close," the boy responded as light-heartedly as he could, irritation seeping into his being at this man's repulsively smelly breath, which wafted into his nostrils and tainted his enhanced senses with it's putridity. He hoped dearly that the guy would be served soon, he looked like a trouble maker.
"Heh, yeah. I was pretty close, wun' I? What you dewwin here? Lookin' to murder some un' or blow th' place to the ground?" The sleazy civilian gave him a lopsided smirk, chuckling at his own joke, his voice raspy.
OMEGA eyed the man distastefully, the bad press surrounding his past heroic escapades hounding him even to this far off coffee shop. He pocketed his phone and folded his arms across his chest defiantly, scowling at the man.
"Whatever, dick. Take your order and get out of my face."
The man chuckled more, turning back to the counter to acquire a coffee and a muffin. He turned back to OMEGA, opening his mouth to say something else whilst he waited for his order. He paused midway, eyes widening slightly. OMEGA cocked an eyebrow, trying to figure out what the man was playing at. He realized that the sleaze ball was looking past him, at the door of the coffee shop. He followed his gaze, turning slowly, his own eyes widening in surprise at the sight that awaited him.
"Well... Fck."
A horde of behemoth sized creatures rampaged across the streets, their heads occupied by a single circular eye, it's terrifying gaze firing red hot energy at the roads and cars, roaring with rage as they swatted pedestrians from their paths, destroying anything that dared face them. OMEGA stood frozen for a moment, indecision gripping his young body, the lives of thousands in the balance. He had been ordered to stay out of these types of attacks, and yet it seemed that there was nobody else here to stop these beasts. His will faltered for a moment, but then he rolled his fingers into a solid fist and creased his brow, eyes narrowing fiercely at the monsters that terrorized the city outside of the coffee shop.
"WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR, SAVE US!"
The sleaze ball from before cowered beneath a table, begging the boy to rescue them from this horrible fate. He opened his mouth to scream again, but was cut off again as a thick blade sprouted from his mouth, rivers of blood bursting from his head as the broadsword was torn from his skull, disappearing as soon as it had arrived, three more patrons on the other side of the room beheaded by an invisible axe that hovered in the air for a moment before it, too, vanished into thin air. OMEGA's eyes were like saucers, rooted to the spot as invisible assailants tore the room around him apart in seconds, blood staining the walls and the floors of the once quaint little coffee shop, the limbs of innocent people littering the café, screams of horror bouncing around, accompanied by unseen roars of blood-lust.
TANG
A spear had suddenly manifested itself from thin air, striking at the Teenaged Titan's sternum, but bouncing off uselessly instead. It seemed to hover for a moment, its invisible wielder bewildered by this sudden alternation in its killing spree. It struck again, harder this time, once more harmlessly glancing off of the boy's chest. OMEGA narrowed his eyes ferociously, slowly slipping from his frozen state, the blood of innocents fuelling his will. His irises slowly turning to a shade of deep ember, his fists glowing a plethora of incredible colours, ranging from indigo to raw crimson, kinetic energy sparkling around his being. His hand wrapped itself around the shaft of the spear, tearing it from the wielder's unseen grasp, destroying it with an unconscious blast of power. His voice crescendoed to a harsh whisper, tone quivering with unleashed anger.
"No more."
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