Omega Strike [I of X]
Title: Omega Strike [I of X]
Author: Yours truly, Francie!
Genre: Drama/Suspense, Divine Sci-Fi?
Rating: Pg13
Pairing: None specified... yet.
Summary: A strange virus sent by God attacks Earth, killing off humans one by one. Members of Hey! Say! JUMP are slowly disappearing too. It's up to the youngest to fend for himself, and fend for all of humanity.
A/N: I decided to write this after seen Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children. I don't know if I copied the idea from somewhere but I like to switch up my styles. The plot and pace of the story is much more like American suspense.
Disclaimer: I own the disease. >=]
~`Yabu's Strike`~
I sat staring at the television screen in the dark solitude of my own room. It was midnight. I should be sleeping, but I'm too concerned. I listened closely as the late night newscaster addressed the day's concerns.
"A terrible disease has struck Japan. It is not contagious, but the fear is. Piusplegia, as scientists and today's philosophers call it, struck 3 separate countries at once, all in different continents, and doctors have no clue as to what caused it. Our first Japanese victim died today of Piusplegia. Her name is Yabu Naomi, a young woman around her 20s working as a kindergarten teacher." The footage of me pushing the cameras away came on.
My chest ached unbearbly as the name of that horrible disease echoed in my mind. Piusplegia. Piusplegia. Piusplegia. I hate how it sounds. I hate how it's described. I hate how it took my sister's life without telling me.
It was a beautiful day that afternoon. The whole family went out to lunch at a sushi bar to celebrate my sister's students graduating from kindergarten. The second my sister gave the menu back to the chef, her whole body froze as she fell to the ground. Her back hit the marble tiles and her whole body shook uncontrolably. Her eyes dilated and then faded into the whites of her eyes. A black substance leaked from her fingernails as a dark Victorian pattern crawled up her skin and eventually covered her whole body. The Victorian pattern pulsed and beamed a white light. Naomi then said, "The human race will cease to exist. The dawn of Omega." Her voice was mixed into some other satanic voice, as if something took hold of her body. In a matter of seconds, the Victorian pattern disappeared from her body, her pupils returned to her eyes, and the black substance evaporated into the air. Death.
What is this madness? I thought to myself from the safety of my own bed. I shut off the television and let my head fall onto the pillow.
The next day, I arrived at the practice studio, tired and annoyed. I don't know what I was annoyed about, but the feeling was there. The rest of JUMP had been gathered in a circle in the middle of the studio. It seemed like they were discussing something dire.
"What are you guys doing?" I asked while closing the door.
9 heads whipped around to see me staring confusedly. I blinked twice. The bunch of members gathered in front of me with worried faces.
"We're taking you out to dinner!" Chinen announced happily.
"On what occasion?" I asked. I knew exactly on what occasion. It was a matter of if they were brave enough to mention it around me and my state of negativity.
"Well, we were thinking that you might be a bit upset after your sister died of Piusplegia... so..." Chinen struggled to say. He avoided eye contact with me. A bit upset huh? You've got it all wrong. I'm devastated.
"Sure, I'll go to dinner." I agreed. It might cheer me up after finding out that your beloved sister died of a disease that would only hit one person out of the whole world per minute.
It was now 7PM and we all sat in a little room of a Chinese restaurant. We sat at a circular table with a spinning counter in the middle. Various oriental dishes were set on the counter as the childish members of BEST grabbed all they could and stuck it on their plate. 7 was disruptive, chaotic, and being too immature for current situations... as always. I sat peacefully chowing down my rice and grilled chicken, listening to Inoo ramble on about his studies.
"We studied about Piusplegia today." Inoo said. My ears perked up. I kept chewing to seem uninterested.
"Yeah? Go on." I said nonchalantly. The more I knew about this illness, the more loved ones I could protect.
"It seems that Piusplegia happened before during the 1800s when people started losing faith in God. Priests and other religious people snuck poison in the food and beverages of those who didn't have enough faith in God. But soon after those menacing priests died, people still died without any poison. Historians say that the way people died is similar to how people are dying of Piusplegia today. The blacks of their eyes fade into the whites while they have seizures, black gooey stuff leaks out of their fingernails, and a dark Victorian pattern covers their whole body before they start saying something like, 'The human race will cease to exist. The dawn of Omega.' Really creepy if you ask me."
I pondered about Inoo's lecture. When people started losing faith in God. It doesn't make sense.
"So you're saying Piusplegia isn't anything to do with the body, but rather... God?" I asked.
"Seems like it. I mean it's in the name itself. 'Pius' is Latin for godly and as everyone learned in high school, Latin was the root language of European languages today. 'Plegia' is the suffix for any disease having to do with a stroke or sudden attack. Then, we get 'godly attack.'"
I guess it made sense. God is out to get humans who don't believe in him. But my sister, she honored God. She prayed every day, hoping for a good life for our family. What happened?
"Ne ne did you hear?" Ryutaro announced suddenly. "A couple of my friends were talking about it in class. God is finally killing off the humans for destroying the Earth." He said enthusiastically.
"Stop kidding around and eat you little twerp." Takaki ruffled Ryutaro's hair and stuffed a clump of rice in his mouth.
"But it's true! They say God is finally seeing how humans are wrecking nature with global warming and poisoning others' good and innocent hearts. So he's taking away human lives to rebuild a new utopia." Ryutaro elaborated.
"I heard my name." Yuto raised his head up, letting a peice of noodle dangle from the corner of his mouth. Everyone laughed at Yuto's clumsiness. I just sat there in deep thought.
God is taking away lives because he's realized how horrible humans are. He sent a divine disease down to Earth and let it kill one person every minute. The gears meshed together in my brain. Things started making more and more sense. But the question was, how do we stop it?
I arrived at home after a long day of JUMP practice and dinner.
"Tadaima." I called out. No one answered. The lights were off and the smell of leftover food was nowhere to be found. This was odd. Usually, right after dinner, even without me there, the whole family would sit in the living room watching sitcoms and laugh about how badly made they were.
"Hello? Anyone home?" I called once more. I ignored the odd silence and head upstairs to my room. Today was an intense day, learning so much about Piusplegia.
I awoke the next day to a warm ray of sunlight splashing on my face. The blue jays in the tree chirped happily as I crawled out of bed lazily. It was such a beautiful Sunday morning, I decided to go for a jog. I got ready quickly and dashed to the kitchen to see my mom cooking up something delicious for us.
The morning's beauty had short-circuited.
My mother lay on the ground with my father crying by her side screaming, "Don't Go!" Her pupils dilated as the iris and everything in it faded into the sclera as her body shook boundlessly. A black substance leaked from her fingernails as a the dark Victorian pattern raced up her body, swallowing it whole. I didn't want to her it.
"The human race will cease to exist. The dawn of Omega."
I heard it.
The whole process rewinded and my mother's heart was out like a candle on a rainy day. I stared, horrified. What kind of luck is this? What kind of sick, inexcusable, cursed luck is this? I called the police with quivering hands. They came in a hurry along with news reporters and cameramen.
"This is Ohama Yuki on the scene, live. 2 days ago, Yabu Naomi died of Piusplegia. Today, Yabu Natsumi dies of the same disease. First was the daughter, now the mother." The female news reporter said.
"This is the little brother of Naomi and son of Natsumi." Ohama Yuki directed the cameras toward me. I scowled at them. "Do you have anything to say?" I took a big gulp.
"If you really are the omnipotent one, God, then hear this: Stop taking away my loved ones." I must've sounded pathetic saying it to a camera. But God will hear this, and if he gets the message, I expect him to do what his children says, even if he's using the worst way possible to kill them off.
The police took the body away and all the newsreporters and camermen left without complaint. My dad sat in the living room staring at the blank television. The black screen was the only thing that interested him now, or that's what I figured.
Maybe that was all his life was now. A black screen. A screen that had no color, no interest. Why? Because there's nothing to watch. No humor, no happiness, no excitement. Television was entertainment. Who would be entertained if your mother or wife just died of a disease that could only strike one person in the whole world?
God. I bet he's laughing on his ass right now. I bet the world is just one giant television screen to him, and he's the director of all those stations. Well God? What do you think? You entertained now? I'd quit this job if I could. But that would be the end of me. If only I knew what kind of script God wrote for all of us, what he wants us to do. Maybe I could change all of this.
"I'm going out for a run." I said to my father. He wasn't there. Well, his body was there, but he just wasn't there.
For the rest of the day, I ran. I don't remember where I ran, but I ran. It's times like these where you don't have anywhere to go or anything to do. You just gotta do something, do something so you wouldn't waste your life while God was planning what to do with you.
The next day, I left without breakfast and went to school without a word. I didn't talk to any of my friends nor did they talk to me. The whole day was a silent movie, starring me, Yabu Kota, child of distress. I left for JUMP practice without saying anything. I arrived without saying anything. But having JUMP as your bandmates doesn't doesn't allow you to not say anything.
"Yabu!" The little 7 kids ran over to me and squished me in their circle of love. "Don't cry!" They comforted. It wasn't really comforting since they were the ones crying.
"I'm okay! Honest! I mean, it can't get worse than this right?" I laughed joyously. I smiled heartily at the BEST kids who were walking over. I'm the leader of JUMP, I can't cry, I won't.
"We love you buddy. Stay strong man." Hikaru said with his sternest attitude. He smiled at me humbly along with everyone else.
I really love JUMP. They read me like a book. My life right now is a series of 19 books and they've read them all. If I was written in Latin, they could read me. If the ink was smeared, they could read me. I loved how they read me.
"Well you're running out of pages." A childish voice said. My eyes darted left and right. No one was there but my bandmates, and this voice was female.
"Who's there?" I called out frantically.
"Yabu? Are you okay?" Daiki asked puzzled.
"At least your life will end with your beloved bandmates around you." The kid voice said. "Cause I can't wait to see them weep."
Suddenly, a massive pulse ran through my veins. I fell backward and my back thudded against the studio floor. I could hear the faint cries of JUMP calling my name. My vision blurred and everything turned white. My body was vibrating, shaking. I couldn't control it. Suddenly a dark figure appeared in my vision of pure white. The figure was short, small, and had long radiant hair.
Who is that... I thought.
"You said not to take your loved ones away." The voice said. "Then I might as well take you."
I felt something leak from my fingers as a crawling feeling took over my body from head to toe. My heart pulsed heavily once more. The second that pulse waved through my body, my vision was cleared, my body felt at ease, but the fear that ran in my mind was greater than ever. I didn't want to, but a presence made me say the words that I never dreamt I would say.
My mouth opened and a satanic voice crossed with mine. "The human race will cease to exist. The dawn of Omega"
~`
Sorry if this freaked you out. I mean I kinda got scared writing this. xP
There's alota religious historical meanings in this fic and I kinda had to do my research too.
Please comment and tell me if you like it! Criticism good & bad is appreciated! ♥
Author: Yours truly, Francie!
Genre: Drama/Suspense, Divine Sci-Fi?
Rating: Pg13
Pairing: None specified... yet.
Summary: A strange virus sent by God attacks Earth, killing off humans one by one. Members of Hey! Say! JUMP are slowly disappearing too. It's up to the youngest to fend for himself, and fend for all of humanity.
A/N: I decided to write this after seen Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children. I don't know if I copied the idea from somewhere but I like to switch up my styles. The plot and pace of the story is much more like American suspense.
Disclaimer: I own the disease. >=]
~`Yabu's Strike`~
I sat staring at the television screen in the dark solitude of my own room. It was midnight. I should be sleeping, but I'm too concerned. I listened closely as the late night newscaster addressed the day's concerns.
"A terrible disease has struck Japan. It is not contagious, but the fear is. Piusplegia, as scientists and today's philosophers call it, struck 3 separate countries at once, all in different continents, and doctors have no clue as to what caused it. Our first Japanese victim died today of Piusplegia. Her name is Yabu Naomi, a young woman around her 20s working as a kindergarten teacher." The footage of me pushing the cameras away came on.
My chest ached unbearbly as the name of that horrible disease echoed in my mind. Piusplegia. Piusplegia. Piusplegia. I hate how it sounds. I hate how it's described. I hate how it took my sister's life without telling me.
It was a beautiful day that afternoon. The whole family went out to lunch at a sushi bar to celebrate my sister's students graduating from kindergarten. The second my sister gave the menu back to the chef, her whole body froze as she fell to the ground. Her back hit the marble tiles and her whole body shook uncontrolably. Her eyes dilated and then faded into the whites of her eyes. A black substance leaked from her fingernails as a dark Victorian pattern crawled up her skin and eventually covered her whole body. The Victorian pattern pulsed and beamed a white light. Naomi then said, "The human race will cease to exist. The dawn of Omega." Her voice was mixed into some other satanic voice, as if something took hold of her body. In a matter of seconds, the Victorian pattern disappeared from her body, her pupils returned to her eyes, and the black substance evaporated into the air. Death.
What is this madness? I thought to myself from the safety of my own bed. I shut off the television and let my head fall onto the pillow.
The next day, I arrived at the practice studio, tired and annoyed. I don't know what I was annoyed about, but the feeling was there. The rest of JUMP had been gathered in a circle in the middle of the studio. It seemed like they were discussing something dire.
"What are you guys doing?" I asked while closing the door.
9 heads whipped around to see me staring confusedly. I blinked twice. The bunch of members gathered in front of me with worried faces.
"We're taking you out to dinner!" Chinen announced happily.
"On what occasion?" I asked. I knew exactly on what occasion. It was a matter of if they were brave enough to mention it around me and my state of negativity.
"Well, we were thinking that you might be a bit upset after your sister died of Piusplegia... so..." Chinen struggled to say. He avoided eye contact with me. A bit upset huh? You've got it all wrong. I'm devastated.
"Sure, I'll go to dinner." I agreed. It might cheer me up after finding out that your beloved sister died of a disease that would only hit one person out of the whole world per minute.
It was now 7PM and we all sat in a little room of a Chinese restaurant. We sat at a circular table with a spinning counter in the middle. Various oriental dishes were set on the counter as the childish members of BEST grabbed all they could and stuck it on their plate. 7 was disruptive, chaotic, and being too immature for current situations... as always. I sat peacefully chowing down my rice and grilled chicken, listening to Inoo ramble on about his studies.
"We studied about Piusplegia today." Inoo said. My ears perked up. I kept chewing to seem uninterested.
"Yeah? Go on." I said nonchalantly. The more I knew about this illness, the more loved ones I could protect.
"It seems that Piusplegia happened before during the 1800s when people started losing faith in God. Priests and other religious people snuck poison in the food and beverages of those who didn't have enough faith in God. But soon after those menacing priests died, people still died without any poison. Historians say that the way people died is similar to how people are dying of Piusplegia today. The blacks of their eyes fade into the whites while they have seizures, black gooey stuff leaks out of their fingernails, and a dark Victorian pattern covers their whole body before they start saying something like, 'The human race will cease to exist. The dawn of Omega.' Really creepy if you ask me."
I pondered about Inoo's lecture. When people started losing faith in God. It doesn't make sense.
"So you're saying Piusplegia isn't anything to do with the body, but rather... God?" I asked.
"Seems like it. I mean it's in the name itself. 'Pius' is Latin for godly and as everyone learned in high school, Latin was the root language of European languages today. 'Plegia' is the suffix for any disease having to do with a stroke or sudden attack. Then, we get 'godly attack.'"
I guess it made sense. God is out to get humans who don't believe in him. But my sister, she honored God. She prayed every day, hoping for a good life for our family. What happened?
"Ne ne did you hear?" Ryutaro announced suddenly. "A couple of my friends were talking about it in class. God is finally killing off the humans for destroying the Earth." He said enthusiastically.
"Stop kidding around and eat you little twerp." Takaki ruffled Ryutaro's hair and stuffed a clump of rice in his mouth.
"But it's true! They say God is finally seeing how humans are wrecking nature with global warming and poisoning others' good and innocent hearts. So he's taking away human lives to rebuild a new utopia." Ryutaro elaborated.
"I heard my name." Yuto raised his head up, letting a peice of noodle dangle from the corner of his mouth. Everyone laughed at Yuto's clumsiness. I just sat there in deep thought.
God is taking away lives because he's realized how horrible humans are. He sent a divine disease down to Earth and let it kill one person every minute. The gears meshed together in my brain. Things started making more and more sense. But the question was, how do we stop it?
I arrived at home after a long day of JUMP practice and dinner.
"Tadaima." I called out. No one answered. The lights were off and the smell of leftover food was nowhere to be found. This was odd. Usually, right after dinner, even without me there, the whole family would sit in the living room watching sitcoms and laugh about how badly made they were.
"Hello? Anyone home?" I called once more. I ignored the odd silence and head upstairs to my room. Today was an intense day, learning so much about Piusplegia.
I awoke the next day to a warm ray of sunlight splashing on my face. The blue jays in the tree chirped happily as I crawled out of bed lazily. It was such a beautiful Sunday morning, I decided to go for a jog. I got ready quickly and dashed to the kitchen to see my mom cooking up something delicious for us.
The morning's beauty had short-circuited.
My mother lay on the ground with my father crying by her side screaming, "Don't Go!" Her pupils dilated as the iris and everything in it faded into the sclera as her body shook boundlessly. A black substance leaked from her fingernails as a the dark Victorian pattern raced up her body, swallowing it whole. I didn't want to her it.
"The human race will cease to exist. The dawn of Omega."
I heard it.
The whole process rewinded and my mother's heart was out like a candle on a rainy day. I stared, horrified. What kind of luck is this? What kind of sick, inexcusable, cursed luck is this? I called the police with quivering hands. They came in a hurry along with news reporters and cameramen.
"This is Ohama Yuki on the scene, live. 2 days ago, Yabu Naomi died of Piusplegia. Today, Yabu Natsumi dies of the same disease. First was the daughter, now the mother." The female news reporter said.
"This is the little brother of Naomi and son of Natsumi." Ohama Yuki directed the cameras toward me. I scowled at them. "Do you have anything to say?" I took a big gulp.
"If you really are the omnipotent one, God, then hear this: Stop taking away my loved ones." I must've sounded pathetic saying it to a camera. But God will hear this, and if he gets the message, I expect him to do what his children says, even if he's using the worst way possible to kill them off.
The police took the body away and all the newsreporters and camermen left without complaint. My dad sat in the living room staring at the blank television. The black screen was the only thing that interested him now, or that's what I figured.
Maybe that was all his life was now. A black screen. A screen that had no color, no interest. Why? Because there's nothing to watch. No humor, no happiness, no excitement. Television was entertainment. Who would be entertained if your mother or wife just died of a disease that could only strike one person in the whole world?
God. I bet he's laughing on his ass right now. I bet the world is just one giant television screen to him, and he's the director of all those stations. Well God? What do you think? You entertained now? I'd quit this job if I could. But that would be the end of me. If only I knew what kind of script God wrote for all of us, what he wants us to do. Maybe I could change all of this.
"I'm going out for a run." I said to my father. He wasn't there. Well, his body was there, but he just wasn't there.
For the rest of the day, I ran. I don't remember where I ran, but I ran. It's times like these where you don't have anywhere to go or anything to do. You just gotta do something, do something so you wouldn't waste your life while God was planning what to do with you.
The next day, I left without breakfast and went to school without a word. I didn't talk to any of my friends nor did they talk to me. The whole day was a silent movie, starring me, Yabu Kota, child of distress. I left for JUMP practice without saying anything. I arrived without saying anything. But having JUMP as your bandmates doesn't doesn't allow you to not say anything.
"Yabu!" The little 7 kids ran over to me and squished me in their circle of love. "Don't cry!" They comforted. It wasn't really comforting since they were the ones crying.
"I'm okay! Honest! I mean, it can't get worse than this right?" I laughed joyously. I smiled heartily at the BEST kids who were walking over. I'm the leader of JUMP, I can't cry, I won't.
"We love you buddy. Stay strong man." Hikaru said with his sternest attitude. He smiled at me humbly along with everyone else.
I really love JUMP. They read me like a book. My life right now is a series of 19 books and they've read them all. If I was written in Latin, they could read me. If the ink was smeared, they could read me. I loved how they read me.
"Well you're running out of pages." A childish voice said. My eyes darted left and right. No one was there but my bandmates, and this voice was female.
"Who's there?" I called out frantically.
"Yabu? Are you okay?" Daiki asked puzzled.
"At least your life will end with your beloved bandmates around you." The kid voice said. "Cause I can't wait to see them weep."
Suddenly, a massive pulse ran through my veins. I fell backward and my back thudded against the studio floor. I could hear the faint cries of JUMP calling my name. My vision blurred and everything turned white. My body was vibrating, shaking. I couldn't control it. Suddenly a dark figure appeared in my vision of pure white. The figure was short, small, and had long radiant hair.
Who is that... I thought.
"You said not to take your loved ones away." The voice said. "Then I might as well take you."
I felt something leak from my fingers as a crawling feeling took over my body from head to toe. My heart pulsed heavily once more. The second that pulse waved through my body, my vision was cleared, my body felt at ease, but the fear that ran in my mind was greater than ever. I didn't want to, but a presence made me say the words that I never dreamt I would say.
My mouth opened and a satanic voice crossed with mine. "The human race will cease to exist. The dawn of Omega"
~`
Sorry if this freaked you out. I mean I kinda got scared writing this. xP
There's alota religious historical meanings in this fic and I kinda had to do my research too.
Please comment and tell me if you like it! Criticism good & bad is appreciated! ♥