Omen

Sam hated visiting people in their homes. It was unkind and uncomfortable for him especially. He had been in messing living rooms and neat mansions. He always had to remind himself he was doing a job. He always felt the fear that radiated his surroundings. Some people ran from him. Others chased him to see if he had something to say. It was all for their own selfish reasons. Sam didn’t have the right to call anyone selfish though. For he was selfish himself. Selfish enough to want to be left alone. Selfish enough to have that twinge of anger every time someone got in his way.

Today he was especially mad, as he looked up at the small apartment building. Multiple people had stopped and stared at Sam wondering what he was doing. He ignored them as he walked through the revolving door and walked past the front desk. He simply put his hand up when someone at the desk asked a question. He took the elevator to the third floor and walked to room 23.

​Today he was visiting an elderly woman. He knocked on her door lightly and smiled politely as he waited for her to come to the door. The carpet was a disgusting shade of yellow and orange. The hallways smelled a bit like mold and vacuum cleaners. The old lady eventually made it but she didn’t seem surprised by his presence.

​“Hello Miss, I am an Omen here to give you advice” Sam recited his line letting his weight balance on his heels for a few seconds. He rocked back and forth impatiently.

​“Now don’t tell me that I am going to die soon young man that isn’t nice,” She said welcoming him in. Sam could already smell her perfume from a mile away. It was going to make him dizzy. He came in and much to his dismay was forced to sit down and endure a long boring conversation about grandchildren and wills and such. It took a long time for Sam to work up the fight to explain to the woman that she was in fact not dying anytime soon.

​“Your not dying any time soon Ms. Richson,”

​“I- I’m not? Then what on earth are you doing here?”

​“I am here to tell you that your daughter shouldn’t come over next weekend. She is going to get killed by walking across the street in the night by a drunk driver.”

“Oh-OH my” The woman quickly shuffled to grab her phone well Sam was waiting impatiently.

“I don’t think you should tell her,” Sam said calmly “You will stress her out and she might be too scared to walk in the street ever again”

“I am sure she won’t-”

“-You don’t know that, near death experiences are really scary for people who are so young”

The old lady seemed to nod slowly. She picked up the phone and called her daughter and made plans to go visit her instead of her coming over. All the while Sam tapped his foot and listened. For some reason Sam didn’t mind the old lady scent anymore. Or the small apartment or the sound of the cars on the street. He quite honestly wished who could fall asleep here. It was very odd. He was supposed to keep a low profile so he entered a small city to get some work done. Also to hide from the court for a while. He knew someone was on his trail and there were many people looking for him but if he was swift enough he could hopefully do his job and escape.

​You see the court doesn’t like to admit when they screwed up and Sam was the screw up. He knew Eric didn’t have the guts to ask any outside authorities for help finding Sam. Complete outcasts. The immortals might stand on some country’s soil but they never truthfully belonged there. There was only one place they dared called home once and Sam refused to call it that any longer. He was a failure. He failed both his family, his job and his boyfriend. All in one sweep.