04-07-2016, 08:57 PM
The path he rode was a blind one. Where was he going? He didn't know. This question transcended his current quest to seek out others like him and a place to call his own. It dug deep at his core. Sand whipped off the tires, the faint sound of the grains ricocheting off the bike's undercarriage entwined with the rumble of the engine. He'd been riding for hours. The sun was beginning to fall from the sky.
He knew he should stop to eat, but he wasn't hungry. He knew he should stop to rest, but he wasn't tired. His thoughts were like the pistons, churning within the motor, and his brain was that engine. The fuel was all the possibilities that were laid out before him, all set by Omni and his Omniverse.
Eon might have been heading in the same direction he started but he felt, mentally, like he'd been running in place for hours. What was he supposed to do in this world? He failed in his own, disposed of before he even had a chance to try. He was summoned to the Omniverse for entertainment. He felt like an ant inside a glass box, Omni just picking up random insects and dropping them into the box just to see the inevitable conflict between species. Eon didn't want to be a pawn, he wanted to be the king... well not an actual King, that was way too much responsibility, but to be able to move wherever he wanted. To become whatever he wanted.
What was it though that he wanted to become? Stronger is always the easiest answer, be it physically or mentally or technically. To survive the Omniverse Eon would need a purpose, something that would allow him to be in control of his own future. He wondered if Omni was actually an all Omniscient being, able to see everyone in the Omniverse at all points in time Past, Present and Future. Did that really matter? Right now it didn't.
As Eon pondered, he felt a strange tug at his bike. It began to slow him down, he pulled back on the throttle but to no avail. All these thoughts about feeling like he was stuck in one place may have jinxed him. The bike had come almost to a stop when Eon realized that even though the wheels were moving forward the bike was sliding backward. Panic started to set in.
"Come on! Deep breath. What the hell his going on? Some trick made by Omni?" Eon looked around three-sixty, Don't become one of those loathsome creatures that blames there God, or new God in this case, for every misfortune. Eon thought. As he desperately searched around for an explanation, it finally dawned on him... "Son of a bitch... its a fucking sinkhole! This isn't good."
Eon had no idea where this sinkhole led too and most likely it would just bury him alive. He thought for a second about just embracing it and being brought back at the Nexus, "...Fuck that! I am not dying..." He stood atop his bike and tried to leap as close to, what he thought was, the edge of the sinkhole. As he landed he quickly realized it wasn't enough. Knee deep, he struggled to drive his legs through the dirt and sand. His bike was swallowed up. He looked at the giant cross on his back, it was nearly three-hundred plus pounds.
He slowly shook his head, "Nope. I'm not gonna do you like that." About waist deep, Eon took a deep breath, closing his eyes. As the ground swallowed his shoulders he opened his eyes and stared straight up. The stars were out... they were gorgeous, just as his mouth went under he saw a shooting star. What should I wish for? Eon thought as he was completely swallowed by the Endless Dunes.
He knew he should stop to eat, but he wasn't hungry. He knew he should stop to rest, but he wasn't tired. His thoughts were like the pistons, churning within the motor, and his brain was that engine. The fuel was all the possibilities that were laid out before him, all set by Omni and his Omniverse.
Eon might have been heading in the same direction he started but he felt, mentally, like he'd been running in place for hours. What was he supposed to do in this world? He failed in his own, disposed of before he even had a chance to try. He was summoned to the Omniverse for entertainment. He felt like an ant inside a glass box, Omni just picking up random insects and dropping them into the box just to see the inevitable conflict between species. Eon didn't want to be a pawn, he wanted to be the king... well not an actual King, that was way too much responsibility, but to be able to move wherever he wanted. To become whatever he wanted.
What was it though that he wanted to become? Stronger is always the easiest answer, be it physically or mentally or technically. To survive the Omniverse Eon would need a purpose, something that would allow him to be in control of his own future. He wondered if Omni was actually an all Omniscient being, able to see everyone in the Omniverse at all points in time Past, Present and Future. Did that really matter? Right now it didn't.
As Eon pondered, he felt a strange tug at his bike. It began to slow him down, he pulled back on the throttle but to no avail. All these thoughts about feeling like he was stuck in one place may have jinxed him. The bike had come almost to a stop when Eon realized that even though the wheels were moving forward the bike was sliding backward. Panic started to set in.
"Come on! Deep breath. What the hell his going on? Some trick made by Omni?" Eon looked around three-sixty, Don't become one of those loathsome creatures that blames there God, or new God in this case, for every misfortune. Eon thought. As he desperately searched around for an explanation, it finally dawned on him... "Son of a bitch... its a fucking sinkhole! This isn't good."
Eon had no idea where this sinkhole led too and most likely it would just bury him alive. He thought for a second about just embracing it and being brought back at the Nexus, "...Fuck that! I am not dying..." He stood atop his bike and tried to leap as close to, what he thought was, the edge of the sinkhole. As he landed he quickly realized it wasn't enough. Knee deep, he struggled to drive his legs through the dirt and sand. His bike was swallowed up. He looked at the giant cross on his back, it was nearly three-hundred plus pounds.
He slowly shook his head, "Nope. I'm not gonna do you like that." About waist deep, Eon took a deep breath, closing his eyes. As the ground swallowed his shoulders he opened his eyes and stared straight up. The stars were out... they were gorgeous, just as his mouth went under he saw a shooting star. What should I wish for? Eon thought as he was completely swallowed by the Endless Dunes.
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You can attack me, doesn't mean I won't High Tail It! HA!
You can attack me, doesn't mean I won't High Tail It! HA!