“Lad, you’re alright,” shouted a familiar voice.
Red, Chico, Pierre, and the other guardians, followed by a horde of people appeared.
“I guess we’re late?” asked Chico, looking around.
“What about them? They killed people,” voices from the herd of individuals began to spout cries of vengeance against the former Horsemen.
“they’re not the enemy. They’ve…done wrong, yes. But they were engineered for that at the start. They’ve defied their existence and destiny of hate, ravaging, and death,” said Johnny as he looked to the disparaged group.
“Kill them!” The crowd erupted into a frenzy.
The trio sighed.
“Yes, look at this pathetic lot. Strike them down. Kill them! Take their lives! Pave the way for the future…the future where man submits; is subjected and subjugated to their errors! See only the wrong! Kill them in your god’s name!” Omega’s voice boomed over the field.
No…it can’t be!
There, he manifested before them all, hovering in the air.
“Cower at the sight of your God. The Alpha—The Omega! Kneel!”
Troves of people tried to flee, while some knelt one fear for their lives. The runners were all slain by an invisible force.
“Suffer. Die. Give yourselves to me,” Omega said.
He raised his arms to the heavens and summoned the beasts of a nightmare, the very ones Johnny remembered from his dream.
The sky began to turn crimson under the high sun.
“Let the day become the last any of you shall ever come to know!”
War collapsed to the ground, his brothers around him. “We can’t beat him,” he said.
“No, not alone,” said Johnny.
“How? What chance do we have?”
“I need your powers…only then can I do it.” Johnny sighed. “But it comes with a price.”
“Whatever it is…whatever it takes…we’ll do it,” said War. “It’s only fitting that we correct the mistake we did…and helped unleash.”
“So, how do we do this? Hold hands,” asked Famine.
Up high, Omega hovered and observed the spectacle as automatically and systematically picked off any people that dared tried to flee. “How cute, they think they have a chance,” he said aloud. “No matter… nothing matters whatever you have concocted for a plan against me, it will fail. That’s all you were—ever will be. Failures.”
Johnny began to assimilate the Horsemen’s powers. Red, purple, and blue all illuminated from Famine, Death, and War. Soon, they became nothing. Johnny fell to his knees and gasped for air.
“All that power and it’s wasted on you—you! Of all the things that were created,” Omega roared. Then he sighed, “Though, I suppose I should thank you. You are just one neat little package ready to be stolen from the Christmas tree. No more mommy. No more daddy. Let’s see who gets bragging rights,” Omega grinned.
Johnny stood up, poised with a vengeance that coursed throughout his veins. “I will make you pay for what you’ve done. To my parents—our parents, the people of this planet, the Horsemen. EVERYONE. I will end you and what chaos you dare try to usher in.”
Omega waved a finger at Johnny, a beam of lightning arced down in front of him. The attacks became more frequent. He tried to dodge as he could. He felt the energy and heat that rushed to him. He clenched his eyes shut and shielded himself.
“Johnny,” Chico and the other guardians cried.
He stood there unscathed—the lightning absorbed. He rolled it around his hand and between his fingers. Johnny then eyed Omega mischievously.
“Is this yours?” he said.
He hurled the ball of lightning at Omega and teleported behind him. Bringing both of his hands over his head and smashing Omega down towards the blast. There was a glorious explosion of blue-white that rained down sparks below.
The cloud dissipated and revealed an unharmed Omega. “That was amusing. However, as you can see…” Omega gestured with his hands, “not even a scratch.”
Johnny gritted his teeth and readied for another assault.