After a while the omega’s relentless staring starts to mess with my nerves.
Eventually I can’t take it anymore. I slowly turn his way and give him a questioning look.
Unfortunately, it’s a mistake. It only seems to trigger him.
Suddenly he makes a sound somewhere between a snort and a hiss, like some kind of wild animal.
"You!"
"Yes?" I answer.
Ennio, Mauro, and Eliano are all looking at us now. I can see confusion all over the younger brothers’ faces.
"Your wings are broken, broken, but they can’t manifest because you gave away part of your soul!"
"Is this some kind of poem?" I say with a polite smile.
"You’re blocking it. You’re blocking the future. I’m trying to see it, but you’re blocking it."
He looks like he’s straining, turning red, rubbing his temples.
"So there’s more? Interesting poem. As it happens, I also dabble in poetry and writing lyrics…"
Suddenly the strange omega bends back slightly, like some kind of possessed oracle, the whites of his eyes rolling, a harsh sound rattling in his throat as he lifts his hands and yanks at his own hair.
Ennio and I exchange a meaningful look because the whole thing is starting to feel like a mental ward scene.
"Save us. Save us all, Bay!" he screams, and I stare at him, stunned.
What the hell is this? And how does he know my name?
"Whirl, whirl, a great whirl, save us, save us from it! That’s why you were sent here, to save us all, Bay. TO SAVE US ALL!" he howls, not caring about the commotion he’s causing. Ennio quickly lowers the glass pane to mute the madcap show.
"Whirl, whirl, my broth—!"
"Sorry, I have no idea what you’re talking about," I say, trying to stay polite.
But then something unexpected happens…
Moon launches himself at me and grabs a fistful of my shirt. He yanks me forward with surprising strength, shouting at the top of his lungs,
"Bring us back to life, Bay! Bring us back to life, Bay! Bring us back to life!"
I’ll admit that even though I’m afraid of very few people, there’s something almost terrifying about him. His eyes seem to burn, but luckily all the Ferros in the box jump up. Mauro and Eliano grab Moon and pull him off me, but he keeps twisting and screaming, flailing his arms, still trying to reach in my direction while they drag him back toward his seat.
"A fallen angel with broken wings!" he howls. "You have to save us, you have to save us, bring us back to life, Bay, bring us back to life!"
"Okay, I think it’s time for me to get the hell out of this box," I mutter to Ennio.
He seems to agree, because he stands.
"I’ll go with you."
Meanwhile Moon is pinned between Eliano and Mauro, shrieking, pressing his hands to his temples and grinding his teeth like someone possessed. They both seem to be putting considerable effort into holding back just one omega, which is quite significant.
"You’re blocking my visions. Stop blocking them! You have to save us, so stop blocking them, maybe I could help you, stop, stop…"
Ennio and I walk out, leaving that madhouse behind.
