Omegon

part 1

Richie Jordan, or Fireblast as many know him as, was just a normal person, working hard for a crappy pay. This story starts on a hot week in June. Richie, an employee at a relatively unknown and local gas station was working the night shift. Typically the only people who would show up would be those getting gas, buying snacks or drinks for a trip, or homeless and drifters loitering around for charity. However this night was different, nobody had shown up since 10:39 and the current time was 1:14. Richie had noticed this, and although he thought it strange, he didn’t care, it would be an easy night he smiled, thinking to himself. He turned on his smartphone and resumed his music, and started reading an E-book about the steps of an engineer in an assignment, pertaining to his dream of becoming a real engineer. He was interrupted suddenly by a chubby short man, late 30’s and a slender, tall man around his early 40’s standing at the counter. He unplugged his ear phones, stunned he hadn’t notice them coming in. He looked at them again, getting ready to scan their items, they both had on dark coats, despite the warm weather, and the short one had his hand in his coat. They only had a six pack of cheap discount alcohol, and as he scanned it they paid with a twenty dollar bill. As soon as he had opened the cash drawer to get the change, the taller man grabbed Richie by his collar, along with the shorter man pulling out a small pistol, aiming it at him. Bewildered and scared Richie quickly handed them all the cash they were demanding, however due to the slow night there was only a measly 38.73. This only angered the two robbers, who shoved Richie back, demanding the location of the safe. Richie immediately told them that it was in the backroom, and gave them the combination. The small man ran to it greedily while the larger one stayed, watching the terrified Richie more looking towards the back room where his partner had gone. Richie remembered some stories of gas station employees fighting back and knew of a shotgun under the counter, he slowly reached down to it, and swiftly aimed it at the tall stranger. The man yelled out to his partner, before jumping over the counter and tackling Richie, they bother fought over the gun before the short man returned, and fired three bullets, one hitting Richie in his chest, another grazing his head, and the final hit the taller man directly in the leg. Richie was knocked unconscious by the bullet, and both the men quickly tried to take off, but before leaving they threw a Molotov into the store. Their hope was to burn the cameras, DNA and any links to them, and Richie, the only witness.  Soon thereafter Richie woke up dazed, he smelt the smoke filling the store, however the front was fully on fire, by all of the alcohol, only adding to the mayhem. Richie immediately made a wild dash for the door, hoping to get out unscathed before the fire got worse, however when he had gotten outside he was on fire. He dropped onto the ground and rolled around, along with throwing off his burned shirt to stop the fire. After extinguishing himself he looked up, panting, only to see the fire getting worse. He fished his phone out of his pants and immediately called emergency services, requesting a firetruck and explaining what had happened. Soon afterwards one arrived, along with an ambulance and multiple police cars. He was promptly taken to he hospital and treated for his burns and gunshot wounds, after extensive police questioning he passed out on strong pain medication. After two weeks in the hospital they finally released him, the cameras had been charred, and the tapes destroyed. His account was put all over the news, along with police sketches of the two men. Richie left the hospital and took a cab to his apartment, taking the elevator to his second floor room he finally entered. Inside the room was mostly the same except for his kitchen table had lots of letters and gift baskets for him from friends and coworkers wishing him well. Among these however there was a note from his boss, apologizing for the night and what had happened to him, along with this, his last l
Paycheck was enclosed. Richie sighed, his bank and savings accounts were nearly drained, and now he was out of a job. After a few hours of him trying to decide what to do next he decided to go out, he walked to a nearby bar, and a half hour later he was wasted. He reflected his life, and how he had gotten this point, leaving California to Vegas until he had only enough money to travel to New York, where he was now at. Not noticing the time he continued thinking until the bar owner closed up the store, kicking Richie out. He wandered along the street, somehow ending up in a bad part of the city. He walked briskly, stumbling due to his injury that was still healing and his drunkenness. A fairly skinny, homeless man then bumped him onto the ground, pulled out a knife, and demanded all of his money and the bottle of alcohol Richie had. Drunk and pissed about the store incident, Richie threw the bottle at the man, causing it to shatter and soak the homeless man in alcohol. While the man was distracted by this Richie pushed the assailant back, which caused him to fall against a burning trash can used for warmth. This caused the alcohol to quickly catch fire and burn the man, causing him to drop the knife and shout out, taking off his coat and running to a nearby pond in the park. Richie took the opportunity to run back to his apartment, finally getting home he laid back on his bed, partially smiling to himself as he released how he had stopped a criminal. Over the next couple of days Richie started looking for jobs, he was unable to find anything suitable, and blew through more of his cash on food and more medication for his recovering injuries. He quickly realized that within the next week he would be broke, not only this but he hadn't paid rent yet. When the manager of the complex came to Richie asking for rent money he tried to explain the situation, however the manager didn’t want to hear it, saying that if he couldn’t get the money to get out. After Richie begging to do any jobs at the complex for rent instead the manager had an idea, telling Richie about an annoying resident who would cause problems and blast music, but due to him being tough and having a group of people with him, the manager couldn’t kick him out. Richie said he could take care of them, and after the manager left, Richie started worrying how he could do the task he had promised to complete. It was during this that he remembered how he had dealt with the attacker the other day. He immediately went to work, using the engineering skills he had learnt, along with some internet tips for some easy creatable weapons. After about an hour of working he finally had created a small flamethrower, using a type of hairspray, and a lighter which would start at the same time the hairspray would be used. He attached this to an arm brace, and put a Press-able trigger that would start the flamethrower. He created another similar contraption, but instead of a flamethrower, this arm brace had a mace type of spray attached to it. The mace was to deal with the man if he got physical, and if it would get lethal he had the flamethrower. After another half hour he finally summoned up the courage to go to the room. He put on a jacket to conceal the weapons, cutting a small circle in each so he could shoot out of it, and covering the areas in a flame-retardant material he had. Taking the elevator to the third floor he painstakingly walked to the room, summoning all of his courage and knocking on the door. After lots of rustling and moving inside of the room, a large, built man opened it slightly, and laughing when he saw the slim and weak looking Richie. This man had apparently been told someone was coming to kick them out, and was surprised by the person they had sent. His friends soon joined him, and warned Richie to leave and not come back or else. He nodded and walked away, hearing the door close behind him, he stopped. Remembering how he had stood up to the assailant, and tried to fight the men at the gas station, only to run from these guys was disappointing. He fought with himself for a couple minutes before he knew what he had to do, to finally make a change in his life, for the better. He walked back to the door and knocked again, stronger and bracing himself for what was going to happen next. The man opened the door again, shaking his head while staring at Richie. “boy, you just made the worst decision of your entire life, get ready to pay!” He said before he swung at Richie. This hit instantly knocked him onto his back, surprising him before he stood back up, now really pissed off. In the background the mans friends came out, opening the door to reveal the room more. From what Richie could see inside was multiple drugs, along with large amounts of cash and guns. As he was the man swung at Richie again, but this time he was ready, dodging the punch and landing a good one onto the mans face. His friends all ran forward, getting ready to attack Richie. Quickly he used the mace concealed in his arm, hitting three out of the seven men, causing them to cry and fall back in pain. The other four quickly rushed, only to jump back as the flamethrower blew flames at their feet, catching their expensive looking suits on fire. One of the men pulled out a mac 10, only to drop it after Richie angled the flames at it and the mans hand. As the gun dropped he sprayed the men with more mace, making them all scream and fall back from it. As the retreated, most likely to their cars for more weapons, Richie went into the room. He grabbed two duffel bags of cash and some of the guns, before torching the remaining cash, drugs, and guns. He promptly took off running, leaving a tear gas grenade the crew had in their room with the pin removed. As he unloaded his new cash and weapons into his apartment room, he felt great about himself, hearing the men upstairs shooting at their room, thinking he was inside before the tear gas hit them and they realized he was long gone, and all of their items were destroyed. They took what was salvageable and drove off, sore and hurt after the defeat. Later that day the manager went to Richie, pissed after one of the rooms had been torched, and shot into, however was happy the men were gone. He still made Richie pay the rent though which he didn't mind, and didn't tell the manager about all of the new money he had gotten. The money was a total of 500 grand, giving Richie enough to live off of, and move into a small home. As the weeks went by, he missed the adventure he had experienced when he fought the men, and how good he felt. He spent the rest of his money, making gadgets and buying some very expensive experimental ballistic and melee resistant material. He decided he would do what the cops couldn’t, or wouldn't, taking out the tough criminals, and eventually track down the men who burned down the gas station. He made a suit out of the materials, a strong, maroon suit, with a hardy helmet. On the suit was the Omega symbol, on both the front and back where he had been shot before. The suit had openings where flames could be shot out of, and both hands were equipped with better arm brace like gadgets, capable of firing either flames, mace, or a type of knock-out gas, courtesy of some of the weapons the men had. He also traded the remaining weapons for a multi-tool, capable of shooting a four pronged hook that could be used the climb up obstacles, along with the tool being able to be like a Taser, shocking someone, and had retractable blades on both sides for close combat.