It's Just The Beginning

[Jacket]

“My name is Omni. This is not the world you know. This is the Omniverse. You interest me, so I have made you part of it. The Omniverse is a place that reflects the wishes of those who are part of it. But! There are rules. I will explain them only once, so listen carefully.”

A loud booming voice gets Jacket's attention kinda startling him in the darkness that surrounded him. Suddenly, he notices the white strange figure in front of him who said those words to him. What is going on? Is this the afterlife?

“This is Omnilium. It’s what ties the Omniverse together. Without it, you are nothing. With it, anything you desire can be yours. But you will need more than this. If you desire it enough, you will find it. You will find that using it comes naturally. Just think of what you desire most.

A glimmering colorful orb was given to Jacket as he held it in both of his hands. Still, Jacket has many questions about what is happening to him right now in this kind of situation.

“You will not be alone in the Omniverse. There are others. Of course, they, too desire Omnilium. Do not fear death. For as long as you interest me, you will be reborn.

Immortality did concerned Jacket as of why he was given this role since all he was just a simple human being. Jacket is curious if Omni knew what he really did back in Miami.

“That’s all you need to know right now. You’ll figure out the rest soon enough. I’ll be watching … and waiting.”

Soon after, Omni disappeared in front of Jacket leaving himself there all alone. He is still struck with astonish of this Omniverse he was put into. For his feelings, he wasn't really mad at all but is filled with some satisfactory about getting away from his old life that he left behind. His apartment turned into a crime scene, his car was vandalized, and he just lost his girlfriend by that hired masked gunman. At this point, Jacket was ready to start a fresh life all over again but he still had that spirit stuck with him about hurt. This kind of feeling he couldn't just shake it off. It was like a sin sticking to him and felt impossible to get rid of. Blood-thirst wasn't it but a skill he couldn't just throw away and forget about. That's what made who he is now. Hurting defined him.