The Harbinger Wars [ Oddy & Coiled ]
"Computer, access files about the events that happened on December 21, 2012."
The voice was monotone as it spoke to the machine. The screen that was gaze upon lit up and words began showing up on the screen.
December 21,2012 also known as The Awakening.
Scientists all over the world were confused as a bright flash of light blinded those on Earth for mere moments. The light came from an unknown source that was recently identified as an energy burst from a foreign planet. The cause of this burst is still unknown. As the light blinded the humans, all supposedly had visions of one thing or another. Some claimed to see God while others were visited by dead relatives. Whether this is true or not is still being discussed despite this event happening three years ago. Humans seemed to have gained a further sense of spirituality. Wars that had been going on for years suddenly ended. The entire world, for once, was at peace. It is unknown how such a thing could happen.
The words stopped coming. It was a simple report about that day. There were more detailed ones but he didn't feel like looking them up. Instead, he moved onto the next thing on his list. He still had no idea why his boss was making him look all of this up. "Computer, access files containing information on Harbingers." Once more, the screen lit up and words began to type themselves.
Harbingers also known as Messengers of Death
After The Awakening happened, it was noticed by some that certain humans had abilities. These abilities consisted of the ability to take souls that were pre-determined to pass away. The Harbingers are still a mystery. No more information is on file.
He frowned. Why was there so little on the Harbingers? Surely one had been captured by now. He tapped a pen on the wooden desk he sat behind. This was starting to get annoying. Looking down, he saw that there was one more thing on his list. "Computer, access files containing information about Michael and the Psychics." This one had to have something inside of it.
Michael and the Psychics
Michael is of unknown age and appearance. He suddenly came from the mass of humans after The Awakening happened. He claimed to have psychic abilities that he had from birth but were enhanced when the Awakening happened. From this, he gained followers who also had these abilities. The Psychics claim to know how to spot a Harbinger. They hunt the Harbingers for Michael. These Psychics are considered dangerous to most. They have formed something of a cult and do not operate out of the government. Michael is considered to be a criminal wanted for the formation of a deadly cult but the police are unable to touch him. There are no records on who Michael might be despite the technology of today and the fact that he has shown his face. Most believe he is not human...
Now that was interesting. How could today's tech not identify him? They had everything from highly advanced facial recognition to voice identifiers. Maybe fingerprints were the key to solving this mystery? Who knew. He wrote down what he could on the paper he had. Most people preferred a tablet of some sort but he enjoyed pen and paper. It was a reminder of his childhood. Just as he finished writing, his cell phone went off in his pocket. He took it out, read the text message, and quickly left the room he was sitting in. The man headed down a flight of stairs and out of the building. The sun was bright and high in the sky. His hand came up to shade his eyes as he headed down the street. Everything looked as it did before The Awakening. There weren't any flying cars or anything. Computers had only gotten more advanced as the years went on. As he walked, he passed by a dark haired female. She bumped into him and apologized quickly. He simply smiled and told her it was fine. As he stepped into the street to cross, a truck slammed right into him. He died a few moments later....
I didn't want to run into that man but I had no choice. Death had chosen him and it was my duty as a Harbinger to make sure he died. As people started to gather, I pulled the hood of my jacket up over my head and walked away from the scene. A woman started screaming. The screams always haunted me. At least the man had died almost instantly. It was so much worse when I had to go back a second time to finish the job because someone had decided to be a hero. I turned down an alley to take a shortcut back to my apartment. I was still in my work uniform and I wanted to change before I was sent out again. Death always got more demanding at night.
My apartment building came into view. A smile tugged at my lips as I gazed up at it. Fourth floor, third window over. That was where I lived. I had made that place home after I ran away from home all those years ago. There was no way my parents would ever forgive me for doing what I did to Gran but I had to. It wasn't like I had a choice. My hand came up to my chest, rubbing the tattoo that was on my chest, just under my collarbone on the right side. It was my Harbinger mark. The thing just appeared on my chest a few days after my fifteenth birthday. My mother freaked out and thought I had gotten it with a fake ID. Thinking about her made me frown. She never even tried to understand what I was going through. Instead she just tried to have me locked up in a mental ward. I ran away at fifteen and managed to pass for eighteen so I could get a job and an apartment.
I made my way up the stairs to the fourth floor. I never took the elevator. That was for lazy people and I was far from lazy. I was soon at the door to my apartment. Unlocking it, I slowly opened the door before I made my way inside. Other Harbingers liked to show up uninvited. Lucky for me, the place was empty and I was alone. Once I was sure the place was secure, I changed into jeans and a t-shirt before I turned the TV on in the living room via a voice command. Most things worked by voice command these days. The news was on. The man I had condemned to death was the top story. That wasn't good. That would draw attention where it didn't need to be.
Cussing was something I rarely did but it did happen from time to time. I shook my head as I walked to the kitchen and gathered things to make a sandwich. I ate it as I leaned against the counter in the very small kitchen. My eyes were still on the television set across the room.
"I saw a girl bump into him and she just kept walking as he was hit but she didn't push him or anything. She just bumped into him." An older woman had witnessed the accident was telling the reporter what she saw. This was not good at all. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath to calm myself down. Getting angry was not a good idea. I did not want to go into Reaper mode at this point of the day. There were still a few hours before nightfall. I finished my sandwich and made my way to my bedroom. I needed to sleep before night fell. I had a feeling it was going to be a long night. Before bed, I did take the time to brush out my long, black hair. As I stood in the bathroom I took the time to really look at myself.
I was attractive, at least in my opinion. I had deep green eyes, long dark hair, and tanned skin that held flew blemishes. A slightly upturned nose was the only thing I didn't like about myself. I frowned as I stood back. My arms had scars on them from my last run in with a Psychic. I had barely gotten away from that one. Once more I touched my tattoo before turning and leaving the bathroom, turning the light off as I went. As I lay down, I still couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. Someone was out there. I just hoped it wasn't a Psychic...