Omen's Uncertainty

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    She awoke suddenly - her breath shuddering from fear and uncertainty within the still and lonely darkness of the Well of Night. The only sounds were the echoes of far-distant cells slamming in the labyrinthine prison complex...and the occaisional scream so distant it was barely a whisper. The flaming aura upon her bio-digital body was low. Too low. She had allowed her anger to subside away to uncertainty and...what? What was the feeling? There was nothing left in her neural circuitry which allowed her to feel anything more than her purpose driven by the hate for the Sentient people - the ones who had betrayed her. Yet, there in the dark, she began to doubt the once solid truth of that premise. She felt...something else.

    Placing a clawed hand to her face as she slowly leaned back upon her iron throne - lounging and drawing her legs up slightly, Omen felt her mind racing through inummerable files of information. All corrupted. All useless. There was little left of Omen. Little left of the woman she once was. There was only the purpose. Murmur's purpose. However, the more she searched through the corroded and useless memory files composing the majority of her corrupted mind, the more Omen began to realize her uncertainty had a focal point.

    It was them. Those...men. The ones who came to me in my nightmare and...and... What had they done? What had they said? What were they doing there? How had they been there? She could not remember. All she could remember was...pain. Murmur had come. Murmur had taken her away from them because...they...

    She rolled slowly onto her side clutching her head in her clawed hands as she closed her burning-yellow eyes - molten metal beginning to stream from the corner of her mouth as her mind fumbled with everything which had transpired. It was there! It had to be! The memory had to still be within her ruined mind - she knew it! Calming her breathing, Omen rolled back slowly onto her back - lounging upon her cold throne and enjoying the touch of the cool iron to liquid-hot skin. They had names. "Jax, Zan and...and..." she mumbled to herself in frustration as she attempted to remember. "...and...SFK25...? What sort of name is that? It has to be a cover - an alias. He must have an actual name..." Running a red, bio-digital claw sofly across her lips, she softly said the names of the men over again - testing them in her thoughts. Testing how it felt to say them in many different ways. How had those men touched her without being burned alive - even in the dreamscape? Her very psychic presence was enough to cause stars to collapse by the dozens. It didn't make sense! It couldn't have happened that way! It shouldn't have - 

    It was there - coming to her mind so suddenly she opened her eyes wide with a gasp. They had made her question her purpose - made her weep. They had made her feel...safe. Safe from herself. Safe from...Him. They made her feel...something she had believed no longer existed within her. Something she shouldn't feel. They had driven uncertainty into her heart and mind. Uncertainty which had...always been there - dormant within her. Forgotten. Buried beneath the data corruption within her fractured mind. They had made her...remember. All of the pain and fear she had experienced when they had come - her sisters, the Councile and high Sentinels - and...and slew her in cold blood. They had killed her for no reason - never giving her a chance to explain her work and intentions. They had simply...taken her life.

    Anger, coupled with grief and deep confusion welled within Omen's mind and heart - causing the bio-digital flames upon her body to glow slightly more brightly in the dark with her eyes. There was a way...to know more. She knew it well. Yet...Murmur would not approve... "He will not approve" she whispered as she wrapped an arm around her knee and placed a clawed finger to her lips with a faint smile "IF he learns of my search. IF..." Smiling more, Omen slowly allowed her thoughts to turn to the one man within the Multiverse whom might prove wise and resourceful enough to help her locate the memory cache she had lost. The one they called the "Emperor". She snorted with a chuckle. "Emperor" she softly said - tasting the word as molten metal streamed from the corners of her mouth. "Isaac" she said even more softly - almost seductively as she mused. "I will get the measure of this man. Then I will see...if he is equal to the task of aiding me..."

    Standing slowly and elegantly from her throne, her massive footfalls causing the ground to tremble slightly, Omen held her clawed hands out with a soft and delighted sigh - and vanished into a haze of hellish, molten energy. "Yes. I shall learn the measure of this...Isaac. I shall see if he is as wise as I..." Her uncertainty and sadness returned - haunting her. "...as I...hope he is..."

To be Continued...