12/7/14

Oumar ~ Never Go Home

Previously ~ The Kill, Pt. 2

Ami Oumar
Oumar looked at Patrick, blinking as though to clear his eyes.  The knife glinted between them with such a cold menace that he couldn't bear to look down at it.

"This is your prey," Patrick reiterated.  "You have to make the kill."

"I can't," Oumar replied, and his voice seeming to be coming from someone else.  "I'm not a killer."

And that's when it happened.

From the moment they'd met, Oumar had known right away something was off about Patrick.  He'd known that the hunter wasn't a naturally emotionless man, and that he'd probably only adopted the stoic routine recently.

He was right.  The moment the words came out of his mouth, the look in Patrick's eyes changed. The hunter gave a slow but distinctly derisive snort, and his lips finally gave into the smirk that had been teasing for days.

"Jesus, Oumar," Patrick rolled his eyes.

"You're supposed to be a demon hunter," Oumar rasped.  "This is a man."

"What did you expect us to hunt first?" Patrick exclaimed.  "Something with scales?  Something with horns?  I told you: a demon is a being.  A being like any other, but what sets it apart is that it chooses to do harm to others - senseless, unnecessary harm.

Patrick Mai
"This 'man' showered you in a hail of bullets without cause or justification, left you to rot on the sidewalk like you were garbage, and the moment his actions came under fire, what did he do?  Did he answer to the public, who had a right to know the truth about what happened?  No.  Did he man up and accept the consequences of his choices?  Of course not.  The great, big, strong 'man' who was big and brave enough to murder an unarmed college kid ran and hid!  Hid behind his badge, his uniform, his white male privilege - Trunchbull was sitting quietly and collecting a paycheck in peace while your parents were saddled with funeral costs for their son, Oumar."

With that Patrick whirled on his heels and swept over to the bound policeman who writhed against his bonds.  It was like watching a seasoned hawk swooped down on its prey; Oumar's stomach twisted to hear officer's gagged protests.  Patrick, however, wasn't even remotely swayed.  Mercilessly, he yanked back the officer's head, then slit his throat swiftly, effortlessly, slicing through the carotid artery and dropping his head, leaving him to bleed out.

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Oumar was shocked, immobilized by disbelief. The surreal dream had suddenly become a nightmare, stranding him in a room with a policeman's corpse.

When he finally found his voice, he could only ask one thing: "Are you insane?"

Patrick shook his head, chuckling as his wiped off his knife and walked back towards Oumar.  "Listen, Oumar...I get it.  You and your dad are cut from the same cloth: can't hunt, can't kill.  You view life as sacred, and you wish no ill upon anyone.  You just want to live a life of quiet, peaceful study and reflection - it's very Sarek-of-Vulcan of you.

"But that was in the world of sunlight, psych lectures, and coffeehouse study groups.  You're among hunters now, and the only Prime Directive we follow is a very, very simple one: Prey --" he pointed to the corpse.  "Hunter," he pointed to himself, then uttered, "Dead prey," as he pointed back to the corpse.

Oumar stared at his roommate, flabbergasted.  Was the man seriously making Star Trek references about killing a cop?

"That was unnecessary, Patrick!" he suddenly fired, eyes threatening to tear.  "You could've revealed him to the public; you could've let the world know who he was!"

"So that what?' Patrick blinked, bemused.  "So that petitions could be signed and candlelight vigils could be held while the police department investigates itself, only to rule your death as a 'justifiable homicide'?"

"Patrick, stop pretending as though you didn't just murder a human being in your own home!" Oumar yelled.

"Human being."  There was that snort again.  "Jesus, Oumar...you wanna know what the problem is with you and your dad?  You guys come back from the dead.  That's the problem with you two - you get to come back from the dead.  Every day, no less.  He died, woke up, and just went right back to his life like it was nothing.  Never mind that he was shirking centuries of sacred duty - he had a nice big house, a cushy gig, a pretty wife - why would he let the mandate of his own ancestors get in the way of all that?

"And you...you got murdered, dude!  But it's all good 'cause you came back, right?  You're an Oumar; you'll get to be with your family soon.  Your mother will hold you again - no harm, no foul!  But what about the others who don't have your gift, huh?  What about all those whom we've been forced to bury without even the slightest hope for justice?  How many of our brothers and sisters will never go home because of filth like this?"

Patrick suddenly whipped out his cellphone and began texting.  "I gotta get a cleaner over here.  And you?  You need to accept the fact that you will never see the sun again.  That whatever life you thought you might get to go back to is over - you have this guy to thank for that, by the way.  One Oumar wasting his gift is one too many; it's time the men in your family start pulling for the cause and stop leaving Ami to do all the heavy lifting."

Next ~ The Cleaner

5 comments:

  1. I like the way you tell the story. I once heard in a TV series that to kill someone you need a strong sense of duty (and some madness too). Patrick seems to fit this profile. I wonder how Oumar will make him tone it down and let it go...he has a long way to go.

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    1. I once heard in a TV series that to kill someone you need a strong sense of duty (and some madness too). Patrick seems to fit this profile.

      Thank you! I really tried to give him that vibe.

      My goal is turn some of these works into actual books, so I'll flesh these characters out more, but I was curious to see how people would react to the idea of guys like Patrick and Oumar.

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    2. You're welcome.
      Your goal sounds great! I like these kinds of characters, it's refreshing (though sometimes a bit scary) to see things from different perspectives and get to know them as people, not just as freaks.

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  2. "This 'man' showered you in a hail of bullets without cause or justification, left you to rot on the sidewalk like you were garbage, and the moment his actions came under fire, what did he do? Did he answer to the public, who had a right to know the truth about what happened? No. Did he man up and accept the consequences of his choices? Of course not. The great, big, strong 'man' who was big and brave enough to murder an unarmed college kid ran and hid! Hid behind his badge, his uniform, his white male privilege - Trunchbull was sitting quietly and collecting a paycheck in peace while your parents were saddled with funeral costs for their son, Oumar."

    Patrick's whole dialogue was kinda chilling. In a way its like I see the story as a story but this chapter made it clash with reality. You have Oumar who can come back, but then you have real life circumstances. Patrick spoke so much truth that it made me pause. Are the hunters possibly picking up the slack due to Anh's father not doing his part? Great chapter

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    1. Are the hunters possibly picking up the slack due to Anh's father not doing his part?

      Yes and no. Hunters are part of the natural order; they would exist with or without the Oumar family. That being said, Ami has acted as a stand-in for her uncle while her uncle pretty much just went on with his life.

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