Ømega

This is who we are

At midnight, they walked in the park, and heard someone plodding along, drunkenly repeating Melissa's name, asking where she is constantly.

Melissa grabbed Alexander's arm, hiding behind him as she heard the voice. She quietly whispered "Don't let him see me... please..." Alexander nodded, holding her close.
Hiro took no notice "Hey he's looking for you!" and he waved the man over. He noticed and came waddling over, yanking Melissa from behind Alexander. "My baby! We have so much to talk about." His voice became stern. Melissa's eyes widened and welled with tears.

Alexander intervened, pushing the man away. "You aren't taking her anywhere without a reason, sir." The man's eyes sharpened, bushy eyebrows furrowing, going to grab Alexander's arm but he backs away, firmly holding Melissa. "I don't want to hurt you."
Hiro pulled Melissa off
"Give him a break kid. He's just drunk."
Alexander wasn't taking any of it and the man grabs his wrist firmly. Alexander goes to pull away but the man pulls him close
"Don't you have any manners? A young man like yourself should know how to respect their elders." He shoved him off and dragged Melissa away, yelling at her for refusing to go with him. Alexander was just annoyed at this point but something made him top over the edge.

Melissa's father slapped her, causing her to stumble back in shock and grip her cheek. The glisten on her cheeks made it clear that she was crying. She was no longer scared, but petrified.

Alexander couldn't hold back any longer. He sprinted towards them, hurtling himself at the man, tackling him. They both rolled down a hill, switching who was on who. Alexander took out his pocket knife, plunging it into the man's fat, bulging stomach. He screamed in pain and clasped his hands around Alexander's neck, kneeing him in the stomach.

They both tumbled towards a brick wall, velocity high and no signal of slowing. Bitter winter air whistles as they flew down, their surroundings swirling with every direction they leant, twisted and turned. Alexander managed to pull his neck out of the man's grip as it loosened from blood loss. Thick blood gushed out of the deep wound, his temper and consciousness slowly drifting. Both weren't aware of where they were heading and Alexander was ready to stop himself until they both smack into the wall, jolting to a stop.

Both laid there, Alexander's head bruised, watery crimson blood streaming from his nose, his left cheek severely grazed, the exposed skin the colour of mutton fat, tore away like flakes of rust. The graze throbbed, a deep lavender bruise appearing on his chin. Melissa's father laid unconscious, now lifeless from the blood loss. All limbs and his face were paper white, fingertips a deep indigo. A puddle of thick, chunky, crimson blood pooled around his gut.

Melissa sprinted down, Hiro tailing her. Crystal tears streamed down her face as she spluttered and coughed. "Wake up! Please..." she shook Alexander's shoulders and looked at her father, hiding behind Hiro.
"Come on we best take care of this. Hey kid? Can you hear me?"
Alexander slowly regained consciousness.
"Y...yeah... I can..." He sat up, gripping his head and groaned. "Is he dead?"
Hiro nodded and gave the knife back to him. "We need to get rid. There's a river over there."

Alexander pulled himself up, wiping the blood from his nose. Hiro dragged the lifeless body towards the ledge and hurled him over. He then grabbed a shovel from besides a well that they crashed into and dug up the bloodied grass, tossing it into the river.
Melissa watched, holding Alexander's hand, close to him. "I'm glad you're okay..." she gave a reassuring smile up at Alexander and he gave a soft one back.

Back at the base, Alexander ran to his room, slammed the door closed and burst into tears, gripping his head. He sobbed, taking glances at his blood stained pocket knife. He took it, rolling his sleeves up and struck his arms multiple times until he couldn't feel them anymore and blood trickled down. He took no notice but sighed, feeling relieved and covered them again.

He approached his mirror and looked into it. His golden hair was wiry, messy and frizzy. A bloody graze on his cheek, deep violet bruise on his chin, the large scar a bright salmon colour, bumpy and still very swollen. Smaller scars on his under-eye, Cupid's bow and right temple were still vivid. He stared into his electric amber eyes and took out a mask from his bag. It was a normal face mask, with mesh covering the eyes and mouth, small, yellow 'X's painted on the eyes and black straps attached to the sides. Slowly, he raised it to his face, looking in the mirror one last time before putting the mask in place and tightening it.

He felt safe. He knew who he was. It was like this was really him all along. He stared at his new face and stated "My name is Zero. I am a part of Ømega. This is who I am."