Omed 5 (p.99)
Omed struggled in the Snake’s grip. ‘Use your head, boy. We can travel together to the city. From there we can be rid of each other. It is a business arrangement. Nothing more. I am not asking you to like me.’

Omed felt like he was on a different planet. The night skies were extremely dark, as they reached out and touched the horizon with very few clouds patrolling the skies. The only light that Omed could see was emitting from the daunting detention centre and local city, which they avoided. The terrain was empty other than the occasional bushes and from what Omed could see, providing very little places to hide. It was a peaceful night, other than the Snake’s foul odour and the shouting of guards in the distance, continued with …show more content…
The Snake’s misshapen face turned towards him showing Omed a nasty snarl with his fat, forked tongue protruding through his jagged lips. His pupils dilated, like black holes trying to pull in light; with one being slightly larger than the other, adding to his plentiful collection of disfigured features. Glaring at the expression on Omed’s face, he started laughing like an Afghani hyena before devouring the carcass of an ibex.
That was enough to spark Omed; awaking the sleeping beast inside him. He went off like the day Zakir was killed by the Taliban. He had the same feeling of power inside him as he launched himself towards the Snake. He could see the fear in the Snake’s eyes, similarly to the Taliban. Instantly the Snake was on the floor clutching the back of his already scarred head. Thick blood was draining out his head onto a sharp rock. Omed’s breath was heavy and full of dust from the barren land, his muscles ached as he came back into reality from his powerful state. He knelt down on ground feeling …show more content…
Omed’s muscles tightened from the sudden jolt of pain. ‘Looks like our mate is still livin,’ the officer muttered to himself.
It happened in a flash. First he heard a loud grunt from the officer then a thump as he smashed to the ground, followed by a howl from the dog. Omed opened his eyes to face the Snake chasing after the dog as it ran away. He eventually gave up and came back to him. With a grunt he dragged Omed out of the soil and onto his feet. The Snake glanced over at the officer then back into Omed’s eyes, with his menacing face. He had a slight grin.
‘You’re lucky I haven’t killed you yet, Omed,’ he said menacingly, forcing him to take a few steps back. ‘But I require you to complete my mission of escaping this place, and once again you’ll need me for the exact same task.’ The Snake slowly walked away with a piece of cloth wrapped around his forehead. Omed quickly covered his wound to stop the bleeding and followed the Snake slowly behind, taking a glance at the officer laying under the shade of a bush.

They ran most of the night, moving away from the lights of the nearby