The Tale of Jad Omega

by Hiro Omega

Rating: teen
Tags: Romance, Adventure, Dark
Length: 2039

My name is Jad Omega. Long ago I used to have it all. I was once a torturer at an Insane Asylum. Then it all fell apart when new management took control...piece by piece.

Working as a Torturer at the Downtown Cloudsdale Insane Asylum may not seem like the best thing to do in life; But for Jad Omega, it was his dream job. However, when new management took over, everything took a turn for the worse. They didn't want torture. They wanted blood. They wanted corpses. They wanted Jad to do it all. The years of being forced to kill changed him. Jad's reputation grew, along with his kill-count. His name was feared, his heart was possessed, and his mind clouded by darkness.

Then it all changed when one got away.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2016-03-23 00:08:44 UTC

Chapter 1 - Meeting Jad Omega

The doors of my office flew open in a rush, filling my large and dark office with un-welcome light. Standing in the well-lit door-way was a black silhouette of a mare standing on her hind legs. It was my boss, Trenda. “Jad!” She screamed. “Inmate #3301 is ready for you”. I strained my eyes to adapt to the light, but failed. I gave up and just decided to cover my eyes with my wings. “Very well, Trenda. Send him in”. The figure in my door-way stomped her hoof and before I could comprehend what was going on a large table that held a strapped down stallion was being wheeled into my office. “Here we go again…” I muttered to myself. “You know you love it, Jad” Trenda laughed as she walked away, slamming my doors shut behind her.

My office once again was dim and dark. I was used to it, others were not. Walking up to the table I examined a very scared stallion. He was wrapped tightly in a straightjacket with a muzzle in his mouth, a blindfold over his eyes, and to make it worse, he was tied down to the table. I picked up the clipboard that was sitting on the foot of his table and started reading his description. “Onyx Hemmingsworth is it”? I asked the stallion. He shook his head rapidly up and down. To make things easier I went ahead and removed his muzzle.

“Welcome to my office, Onyx” I said with a calm voice, “My name is Jad Omega. Do you know why you are here?” The terrified stallion replied with a shaky voice “N-no sir. I was s-sleeping in my b-bed and bef-fore I-I knew it I was b-being t-tied down to this t-table…”. I laughed a bit, that only seemed to make him even more frightened. “You see, Onyx” I continued, relaxed “This is an Insane Asylum. You were admitted here because you’re mentally insane. Is that not correct”? He responded, unsure of what to say “Y-yes. No? Maybe…I’m n-not sure.”

I walked around the table on my hind legs, holding his clipboard and reading his description out loud. “Hemmingsworth, Onyx. Age, 21. Sex, Male. Eye color, Green. Mane color, Black. Reason of Admittance…After a court trial in Abredale’s Court on October 23rd, Onyx Hemmingsworth was found not guilty of a four pony murder by reason of…insanity”. Reading that word out loud made me smile a small bit. “You see, Onyx. Ponies coming into my office is rare.” I said. “W-why Is that?” he remarked.

I stopped beside his table and continued “As you know, this Asylum tries to work with CURING the mentally insane instead of just harboring them in a cell. However, my office is different. My job isn’t to cure the insanity, my job is to punish it”. Hearing my words the stallion stiffened up and gasped sharply. “P-punish it?! B-but I didn’t d-do anything wrong!!” he exclaimed. “Onyx Onyx Onyx…” I said, my voice sounding more and more possessed with each word “You killed four innocent ponies last month. Insane or not, did you think you can get away with it? Did you think to yourself that just by pleading insane that all your problems would go away?” I said, starting to get angry. “…y-yes…” the stallion said, feeling remorse for his actions. I laughed as I opened my wings to pull out my knife. “Think again”.

Chapter 2 - Breaking the Onyx

Blood dripped off the patients table as I turned around to clean my knife off. Onyx's sharp, short gasps filled the room. After cleaning my knife I turned to examine Onyx. He was covered in sweat and blood. His mane was tattered and clotted, his lips were blood-stained and cracked, and his chest had been slit open. Almost as if a doctor had performed surgery just a few minutes ago. "So tell me, Onyx. Are you beginning to regret what you did"? I asked the severely wounded stallion. He struggled to breathe, but managed to speak a few words with little blood coming out of his mouth. "If I s-say no...you're going to kill me...aren't you..."? "No, Onyx." I replied. "My job isn't to kill. I would get in trouble for that. My job is to make you suffer in agony until you regret what you've done".

The stallion sat in silence for a few minutes before working up the strength to take another breath. "You're right...I hate myself. What I did was wrong. What I did was...it was horrible...". I smiled a bit. Not a smile a joy, but a smile of knowing I'm finally getting through to breaking his spirit. After I break his spirit, all I'll need to do next is break his mind. "I don't think you're being sincere. I think you're just lying to me to get me to stop". After hearing what I said the stallion seemed to stiffen up. "N-no! I'm being serious! I regret it! I r-really do!" he screamed. A small chuckle escaped me. I couldn't help myself. It's very seldom that I let myself laugh, but I always find it amusing when somepony tries to trick me. It's useless, they'll never succeed.

"It's not nice to lie, Onyx." I said, murderously calm. "T-trust me! I'm not lying! I hate m-myself! I WANT you to k-kill me! Please! End my s-suffering!" he screamed. Onyx had started to cry. I broke him. Tears began to trickle down his cheek from beneath his blindfold. We sat in silence as I let him cry to get it out of his system. After a few minutes, he slowly began to calm himself down. "No" I said, blankly. I continued, calmly "I'm not going to kill you. I'm going to let you live. I'm going to let you live every-day of your life knowing what pathetic, filthy, and vile scum you are". Onyx seemed to be trying to hold back sobs. His teeth were clenched together, and his body was stiff. I leaned in close and spoke softly "You don't deserve to die. You don't deserve that blessing".

I grabbed a needle and thread and began to sow up Onyx's chest. It was a lot deeper than expected, luckily it didn't damage any internal organs. With each stitch he let out a soft whimper of pain. He was trying to act tough, like it didn't hurt, but I knew it was nothing but pure agony to him. After finishing up the stitches I set everything aside and stood next to his table, silent. "W-what are you doing to do now?" Onyx asked. I took off his blindfold and let him look around the large and dark room. His eyes were wide, puffy, and bloodshot. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness he asked me "What was that for"? I replied "This is the last time you'll ever be in my office if you behave. You might as well get a last look". Onyx opened his mouth to respond but no words came out.

I walked over to my desk and pushed a button to tell the collectors to come to my office. They're called "Collectors" because they collect the broken, bruised, and dead bodies that are around the facility. Few of them are brave enough to come up the long flight of stairs to my office. I walked back over to Onyx and grinned. "You're getting out of here. But I forgot to do one last thing". The stallion stiffened up. "W-what's that?" he asked. I took my knife and used the tip to carve the shape of an Omega into Onyx's chest. With each turn he screamed in pain until I finally completed my version of art. He spoke through clinched teeth, "What w-was that FOR"? I smiled a small bit and leaned in. "Just something to remember me by if you survive this place. Now get the fuck out of my office".

Chapter 3 - Tetra's Departure

After Onyx's departure of my office I decided it was about time I get my place cleaned up. I walked to my desk and grabbed the mop I keep beside it with my wing. It had been quite a long time since I cleaned up my office. As soon as I started moving the mop back and forth I spoke to myself "I remember why I never do this anymore. I fucking hate it". Sure, I like having a clean office. I like being professional. But the work I have to put in to keep this place clean is off the charts. I clean and clean and clean, then the next time that a patient comes in, blood is splattered everywhere. It's such a mess.

I continue mopping anyways as I walk around and examine my office. I've always been proud of where I work. My office has always been my safe-haven. In fact, I rarely leave in the first place. My office is extremely large. It looks as if somepony just took a whole different building and gave it to me. There are only a few things in my office. My desk, my chair, my..."operating" tables, and the hooks that hang from...well, nothing really. The walls and ceiling seem to disappear in the darkness, as if they don't exist. My office is dark, as there are no windows to be seen. Yet somehow, there is just enough of a soft light coming from an unknown source to see. I never questioned it. I never understood it. Before I know it my office is spotless. My tables are nicely aligned, my floors are blood free, and my papers in my desk are finally organized.

I decided to sit back in my chair and relax for a bit. As I slowly drift off to sleep I suddenly get woken up by the sound of my large office doors being opened. Already, I'm pissed off. You do not wake up Jad Omega. However, I already knew who it was. Tetra, my boss is the only one brave enough to enter my office without making herself known. She has a heart of iron, and the bravery of a damn lion. She's unbreakable. I squinted my eyes open, sat up, and mumbled to myself "What could it possibly be this time..."? Tetra stood in the doorway, silent. "Tetra, what do you want." I asked her blankly. She remained silent and slowly walked in my office, closing my doors behind her. Her head was hung low, her tail between her legs, and it looked as if she had been crying. I raised and eyebrow and remained sitting in my chair, leaning forward on my desk. "Well...?" I asked.

Tetra remained silent. She walked in my office and began to look around. She finally spoke, calmly, and slowly "Jad...I'm going to miss you...you always were the face of the Asylum...". I was lost. I wasn't sure what she was talking about. I stood up on my hind legs and walked towards her. "What's going on Tetra?" I asked her. She looked up at me, and what I saw made my eyes go wide. Tetra had been crying. Her eyes were puffy, her cheeks were tear stained, she had been broken. The strongest mare I had ever met, the mare with the heart of iron, had been crying. Tetra, my boss, the only one brave enough to enter my office. Tetra, the mare with the bravery of a lion and an unbreakable will, had been broken.

I got back on all four's to her level and looked her dead in the eyes. "Tetra. What is going on. I need you to tell me". She said nothing, but instead sat down and started trying to talk through countless sobs. I couldn't make heads or tails of it. "J-jad! I'v....*sob* I've...*sob* been l-let *sob* g-...g....*sob* Go...". I looked at her with a blank face. "Tetra. You need to calm down and explain to me what is going on. I can't understand you like this." I said. She took a few deeps breaths and looked at me as tears proceeded to roll down her cheeks.  "Jad..." she said. "I've been fired...".