Philadelphia Incident

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It was a perfectly average morning. People went about their day, beginning work or heading to school. As always, he appeared without warning.


A black form, a vaguely human silhouette that seemed to reject the very concept of light or color. The closest structures collapsed from the initial shockwave his appearance brought with it. When his form came into contact it was as if the planet itself was trying to pull away from him. The earth collapsed into a crater around the being, a howling filled the air as calm winds were whipped into deadly twisters that touched down all around the being. The human audience to this unnatural spectacle were too slow to react to the sudden ending of their lives, the closest to the being simply being blown apart, or thrown away to be splattered against more solid things, or crushed by the structures they sheltered inside. A pipe exploded, spraying water at the being. It moved its arm, tearing hundreds of feet of metal pipes from the ground and throwing them aside. The being vanished and reappeared a mile away where the piping he had tossed had torn a path of destruction through the downtown area. Again destruction pulsed outward from where it came into existence. A sound drew its attention, a girl - somehow not dead despite being surrounded by the rubble of her surroundings - screaming. The being took a few steps closer, then with a wave of its arm her and the entire section of the city behind her was crushed beneath immense pressure. The being looked around then seemed to blink out of existence. Only then did the constant waves of passive destruction stop, and the few scattered sounds of debris settling and fires burning and the odd survivor screaming was not enough to chase away the oppressive silence left in Omega's wake.


Another form coalesced where Omega had first appeared, this one brilliant and white. There was no second devastation caused by its appearance, it simply surveyed the aftermath from above and then dropped down to the ground, rubble and dust moving itself to clear a circle for the being to drop down into. The ground rippled outward from where the being touched down as if momentarily turned from solid to liquid. The wave found and pulsed through survivors as it came across them, altering them. The being stepped away from the ground to travel through the city. It found the jumbled mess of water pipes where they'd finally come to rest and with a touch turned them from metal to crystal then gold before something brown and brittle that collapsed under its own weight. If found the remains of the girl Omega had crushed and knelt down over her corpse for a few minutes. It eventually turned its head towards where it was being watched by far-off eyes. The white being stood and jumped through the air, its form breaking apart and vanishing as it moved.


"No eyes on Subject Alpha," a man called into a walkie talkie. "Check."


"Looks all clear," another voice responded over the line. Others said similar reports.


"They're both gone," a girl spoke up from beside the man. She wore a baggy black sweatshirt and short shorts with heavy combat boots, her fingers absently playing with her long blonde braid as it tried to blow about in the wind. Her pale eyes were open wide as she looked out over the destroyed city below. Of course she wouldn't be looking at the rubble, she would be seeing the ones who had somehow survived. The man grunted and pulled the girl back from the side of the helicopter, but nonetheless relayed her message to the men on the ground for them to go in.


They descended into the inner part of the city. The girl slipped past the man and jumped down onto the ground first, scraping her knees against the stones but not caring. The others aboard the helicopter, all but the pilot, jumped off after her and began to spread out to search the area. She ignored the man who was supposed to be her guard and skipped away to explore the destroyed city that until a short while ago had been Philadelphia.
 
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"Hillson reporting in, found another survivor. It's a girl, but the buildings around her are on fire, making it a bit hard to get to her. Requesting assistance with recovery."


"Roger, who else is close to 15th and Sansom?"


"Carter reporting. And I've got Chris with me now, so we can both head that way."


The soldiers approached the girl slowly, wary for any sudden changes in the situation. You never knew what sort of ability would come out of the cursed survivors. Finding a path through the flames had been tricky, but that wasn't the dangerous part. The first soldier signaled the others to stay back as he approached the girl. "Miss I'm here to rescue you, are you hurt anywhere?" He tried to speak as calmly as he could so as not to startle her. He was close enough now to hear that she was repeating something to herself. He moved closer and tried to listen to what she was saying. It sounded like... go away? She was mumbling for him to go away? The soldier was spooked, to say the least, but he couldn't simply leave her.


"Miss, I'm going to touch you now. I'm not going to hurt you, I just need to pick you up to take you to someplace more safe." She didn't react in any way, so he reached out and touched her shoulder.


The girl startled and whipped around towards the soldier. A reassuring apology was stopped on its way to his mouth as he burst into flames, a full second passing before his brain caught up to what was happening enough to tell him to scream. He stumbled backwards and tripped over something, hitting his head on something but not feeling anything besides himself burning alive. His companions rushed forward, guns aimed at the girl's head, fingers twitching to kill her. Carter dropped his weapon and quickly tried to smother the flames still burning over Hillson's clothes and body. The initial fireball had only lasted an instant, but the damage was severe.


"... go away go away go away go away..."


The soldier swore and grabbed his com. "This is Chris, I need a medical team at 15th and..." "Sansom!" Carter yelled the second he hesitated. "15th and Sansom. Bring the medical copter, Hillson has suffered severe burns across his body. He's gotten burned real bad here. Please come quick."


Carter kept his gun trained on the girl. She was dangerous. Too dangerous to allow to live. Danger level 4. His finger pressed against the gun's trigger. 
 

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