The Genocide

Chapter Two

Jealousy flared throughout my being at the mention of his fiancee. My fingers twitched with the need to hit something, so I settled for the wall and ended up injuring my pinky. Shaking my head and taking a deep collective breath, I put ease to my vulnerable emotions. I had to fight these feelings otherwise I'd be murdered. And I needed to live. I needed to keep living for the fallen Halves. It wouldn't be fair for me to die right now. 

The Alpha had been kind enough to give me some clothing for the dinner tonight, it was a dress that looked like would fit a twelve year old. He also gave me some toiletries to freshen up. You'd think that for being locked up in a cell for a week, he'd give me something to eat so I don't starve, but he just left the room leaving me clothes. I was exhasuted over not having any food and over the Alpha for some unknown reason. So, here I was, clutching onto the edge of the sink, trying to will myself not to cry.  Over what? I had no idea. Maybe it was because just hours before someone had been murdered in front of my eyes. Or it could be from the stress of knowing I was going to mess up and get myself killed. 

I dabbed a piece of crumpled toilet paper at my eyes and inspected my blotched face. My Dad was never good when it came to emotions so when I started crying when I was little he would tickle me until all the tears dried up. Sighing, I bit my bottom lip as I drug the borrowed straightner through my dyed hair rather roughly. I didn't want to accompany anyone, let alone the Alpha to his dinner with his fiancee. 

He gave me a green summer dress, despite the algid fall season. No shoes. My dark hair was straight and hung over my shoulders. A short knock sounded throughout the room, walking to the door, I pulled it open to see a guy about the age of myself. Dark red hair and a pale complexion greeted me. 

"The Alpha has requested you come down for dinner," his voice was silky and sweet, he held out an elbow for me to take. I glowered at him, pursing my lips assessing to see if he was a threat or not. 

Hesistantly, I put my arm in his and shut the door behind me as he pulled me down the hall. I had little time to remember the way to get back to the room. 

"What's your name?" I asked. This was the first person I've talked to in over a week besides my assailant and the Alpha. Now, my assailant was dead and I didn't think I could trick the Alpha. This guy could come handy in the near future when I was plotting my escape. 

"Noah," he cleared his throat, uncomfortable. His green eyes watched me carefully as we lazily walked through the long hall. 

"It's nice to meet you, Noah. I'm Bay." I spoke carefully, as I looked at one of the murals painted on the walls. 

"What are you doing here?" He asked, from the corner of my eye I could see him staring at me with confusion and curiosity. Was it so weird to have someone here? 

"I'm a prisoner." I grinned at him. He stared back at me, baffled. His cherry pink lips were in an o form. I swatted at his shoulder, "I'm kidding." I laughed, he looked down and blushed which made me laugh even harder. 

The moment was short lived when I felt a sudden give in my energy and I swayed on my feet. Noah grabbed my waist and tried to steady me. I didn't know if it was from the medicine or from my lack of food, my bets were on the latter. 

"Are you alright?" Noah asked, his voice urgent. His hands were gripped on my waist tightly. 

"Y-yes." I muttered, shaking the dizziness from my head. I composed myself and looked at Noah, who was concerned. "It's okay." I reassured him, despite the nag in my gut telling me something was wrong. 

I hadn't taken my medicine in week and it was already having dire consequences. Was I going to have to drink that stuff until the day I died? Darwin hadn't warned me of such consequences.