06-05-2018, 10:54 PM
“Ok, so what you’re saying is that this ISN’T Heaven, but some weird-ass place called the Omniverse? And there’s all sorts of ‘Verses’ that were pulled straight from a novel? AND I’m something called a Prime with all sorts of cool abilities and shit?” Jack asked the man, rubbing his chin. “That’s the basic gist of it, right?”
“Y-yeah… That’s right,” the man groaned in reply.
“Alright, sweet. I can get behind that. Still kinda pissed Omni yanked me over here, but what you gonna do, am I right?”
Letting out a shallow sigh, Jack looked down at the man and his cowering family. The pristine white of the Nexus’ floor was staining with the pool of red spreading from the man’s knee. The guy had gotten a little uppity after HJ had his little… break of decorum, so the latter had needed to discipline the former a bit to get him calm again. Well, calmer. At least he’d stopped bitching and moaning about being shot. The wife and kid had taken a bit longer to calm down, but the threat of a bullet through the little one’s temple had quieted them down quickly enough.
“You know what, pumpkin? I know I said a lot of things about how uncultured, ignorant, unhygienic, and inbred you guys are… but in the end, I guess you’re not all that bad. I mean, it took a little persuasion, but you DID help me out with figuring out what’s going on, so I just wanted to say: thanks. I appreciate it.”
Pressing his thumbs against his wound to staunch the flow of blood, the man, with a glimmer of hope shining in his eyes, asked, “S-so… you’re gonna let us go, then?”
“Wait, what?” Jack replied, laughing. “Oh, no. No no no. Look, pal, I’d love to let you go and all… but I really wouldn’t. Nah. And not just because there’s a bunch of guys coming over to help you out.”
To illustrate his point, Jack gestured towards what the man had explained was the Gate to Camelot, and the small squad of armored soldiers on horseback galloping their way. He’d noticed them coming when the man had explained what the Gates were, and that he had come from Camelot to trade. Placing a humble hand on his chest, Jack continued.
“I might be a bonafide bad-ass, but I don’t think I’m ready to handle a couple dozen guys just yet. I need a little time to get used to all this, you understand? And here’s the deal, pumpkin. Those tin-man are still too far out to see who I actually am. The only people who know what I look like are… well, you. And I’d prefer to keep it that way.”
HJ could see that the hope in their eyes had been replaced by stark terror, so he hurried to finish his little monologue before they decided to scatter. Lifting the pistol in his hand towards the family, he held out his free hand and began to coalesce Omnilium into something he could use to travel the vast plane of the Nexus.
“But here’s the kicker, pal. More than that, there’s another reason I’m gonna kill ya. You wanna guess what it is?”
*Bang!* *Blam-Blam!*
“It’s because I wanted to,” Jack finished stoically to the trio of corpses lying before him.
“Y-yeah… That’s right,” the man groaned in reply.
“Alright, sweet. I can get behind that. Still kinda pissed Omni yanked me over here, but what you gonna do, am I right?”
Letting out a shallow sigh, Jack looked down at the man and his cowering family. The pristine white of the Nexus’ floor was staining with the pool of red spreading from the man’s knee. The guy had gotten a little uppity after HJ had his little… break of decorum, so the latter had needed to discipline the former a bit to get him calm again. Well, calmer. At least he’d stopped bitching and moaning about being shot. The wife and kid had taken a bit longer to calm down, but the threat of a bullet through the little one’s temple had quieted them down quickly enough.
“You know what, pumpkin? I know I said a lot of things about how uncultured, ignorant, unhygienic, and inbred you guys are… but in the end, I guess you’re not all that bad. I mean, it took a little persuasion, but you DID help me out with figuring out what’s going on, so I just wanted to say: thanks. I appreciate it.”
Pressing his thumbs against his wound to staunch the flow of blood, the man, with a glimmer of hope shining in his eyes, asked, “S-so… you’re gonna let us go, then?”
“Wait, what?” Jack replied, laughing. “Oh, no. No no no. Look, pal, I’d love to let you go and all… but I really wouldn’t. Nah. And not just because there’s a bunch of guys coming over to help you out.”
To illustrate his point, Jack gestured towards what the man had explained was the Gate to Camelot, and the small squad of armored soldiers on horseback galloping their way. He’d noticed them coming when the man had explained what the Gates were, and that he had come from Camelot to trade. Placing a humble hand on his chest, Jack continued.
“I might be a bonafide bad-ass, but I don’t think I’m ready to handle a couple dozen guys just yet. I need a little time to get used to all this, you understand? And here’s the deal, pumpkin. Those tin-man are still too far out to see who I actually am. The only people who know what I look like are… well, you. And I’d prefer to keep it that way.”
HJ could see that the hope in their eyes had been replaced by stark terror, so he hurried to finish his little monologue before they decided to scatter. Lifting the pistol in his hand towards the family, he held out his free hand and began to coalesce Omnilium into something he could use to travel the vast plane of the Nexus.
“But here’s the kicker, pal. More than that, there’s another reason I’m gonna kill ya. You wanna guess what it is?”
*Bang!* *Blam-Blam!*
“It’s because I wanted to,” Jack finished stoically to the trio of corpses lying before him.
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