Omega 17

(Chapter one) On the Run

 Heavy footsteps echo down a deserted street way a young man walks down a sidewalk past shops and marques flashing neon signs and stripper bars. his black short hair waving in the breeze his silver eyes reflecting the soft light of the streetlamps and signs as he walks past them. slightly taller then most he stands at six foot with a muscular build twenty-three years of age his features smooth and handsome with a long scar over his left eye jagged as if cut by a knife or similar blade. the scar however is not the oddest thing about this man. his hands are cupped in front of him close to his chest....and a fire flickers inside of them. you may have guessed by this that yes...he is a Meta-human one of many living on Omega 17.his name is Jake Brackson a peculiar Meta-human even among other Meta-humans. you see this particular man is of a rare breed...a Meta-human with little to no weakness. his powers grant him immense power yet he does suffer backfires or weakness like the other Meta-humans who cannot use their powers without suffering physically from overuse or backfires but this information will come later. for now let us follow this man as he walks down this deserted street. tho it may not seem interesting it soon will be...for he is not alone. lurking in the shadows stands two men one large and muscular with a face only a mother could love and a smaller more wiry man with the features of a rat if you will. these two are Operatives or better known to those in the backwaters as Captors. Captors work for Blackwell as mercs or freelancers catching wanted men and women all over Omega 17 and other planets for a fee for each man or woman caught alive...or dead. as Jake walks down and around the corner the other two men begin to follow sticking to the shadows. the bigger of the two draws a gun but the other ushers him back.
"Put that away you fucking idiot we want him alive!"
the wiry man hissed trying to be quiet. the bigger man simply grunts and shoves him aside and starts following our young Jake again. the smaller one fumes and follows as the street lights give way to moon light and stars as we turn into the darker parts of Omega 17...the slums. Jake walked down a smaller path off the sidewalk and onto the street heading towards a dark ally. moving into the shadows he stands next to what appears to be a trashcan...until it begins to move. out of it a light emits and the lid opens to reveal a ladder and a structure inside. as Jake moves to get inside a click is heard behind him and he freezes. a deep voice speaks
"got'cha now you fucking freak. turn round nice and slow you little shit or I'll blow your brains all over the walls"
turning slowly Jake comes face to face with the two Captors. the wiry one rushes forward and peers into the hole and squeals
"holy fuck Darvis we found it! we found the hideout! oh hell do you know how much Blackwell will pay for this info? were gonna be rich!"
the one called Darvis simply grins...tho we wish he hadn't. instead of normal human teeth he sports razor sharp fangs like a shark and his fetid breath can be smelled from a mile away
"trying to run away are you? hide away with all your little buddies and other freaks of nature? well too bad fuck nuts were gonna take you in AND turn over your little hideout and make a fortune"
thru out this little ordeal Jake has remained calm. the wiry man shifts uncomfortably
"hey Darvis is it getting warm?"
"oh shut the fuck up Crick and cuff the fucker already or do i have to do that too huh?
Darvis's tone is none to pleasant but still Crick hesitates sensing danger...but of course he always does
"i don't know Darvis...he doesnt seem like the others we have bagged..."
Darvis growls and steps forward bringing out a pair of spiked handcuffs looking more suited to torture then simple imprisonment
"get the fuck out of the way you damn runt ill do it myself since your too chickenshit to do it"
but he never does get to. i daresay when you mention the capture of other Meta-humans our young Jake has a tendency to...explode. as Darvis goes to cuff him all he gets is a face full of flames. screaming in agony he staggers back the cuffs falling and the gun clattering to the ground as his face begins to melt from the bone. Crick screams and trys to run but isn't quite fast enough. moving with inhuman speed and strength Jake grabs Crick around the neck with one hand and slams him into the wall denting the metal. Crick screams in pain as he watches Darvis fall to the ground his face nothing more then a skull with bits of flesh clinging to it still burning. Jake speaks calmly but the edge of rage in his voice escapes into his words his white skin seeming to glow with flames
"tell me you filthy Captor...how many have you bagged? how many of my kind have you taken back to Blackwell?"
Crick hesitates unsure if he should speak but the force of Jake's hand starting to crush his throat makes up his mind. speaking quickly with what air he has left he practically squeals
"W-WE T-TOOK TEN ONLY TEN I SWEAR TO GOD ONLY TEN PLEASE DON"T KILL ME!"
his eyes begin to tear up as he cry's snot coming out of his nose but Jake's gaze does not falter as he speaks again
"Ten? ten Metahumans? and did you think that maybe...just FUCKING MAYBE YOU SHOULD HAVE LET THEM GO!? DO YOU HAVE ANY FUCKING IDEA WHAT BLACKWELL DOES TO MY KIND!?"
his rage finally shatters his composure as Crick screams and crys
"IM SORRY OH GOD IM SORRY WE NEEDED THE MONEY WE DID ONLY AS WE WERE TOLD PLEASE DON"T!"
but his last words are cut off as his throat constricts and finally his neck snaps sending him into darkness.dropping the limp body Jake steps back breathing heavily his silver eyes brimming with tears. shaking his head he steps towards the ladder and descends into the bowels of his home