When Alpha Created Omega

Simply Sweet

Why does almost dying hurt just as badly as being forced to live?

This is clearly karma for knifing my brother's wife. Everything exploded inside me and around me. All my nerves
Individually lit on fire. While June hoovers over me with a large needle. Sticking right out of my chest.

Kents drained voice rang clearly in my ears. All my senses came rushing back in so fast.

"Well, there's no going back to sleep for him now. Yo-

The house shook again, cutting Kent off. While tossing me to the side, I could help the cry that came out of me. Reaching around the needle jammed in my chest, I ripped it out.

Blood spurted out of the hole, memorizing me for a bit. It's almost impossible to ground myself. I didn't understand before, just how deep of a sleep I was in before.

Drugged up so heavily that even while awake, it had dulled the colors in my eye sight. Muffled my ears and had completely numbed me from the waist down.

My heart thumbing along side the chaotic rumbling around me. Reminds me just how ready it was to give out.

Anger.

Such a sweet revenge packed emotion. No matter what, I never risked Ivens life like this. No where near like this.

Anger.

Pushed me, wobbling away from the bed towards the little window. Each step felt like quick sand toward the tiny winddow. Neither of the two fucks in front of me made a move to help me.

Or even looks a bit phased by all the commotion around us. Kent has a cold look on his face I've become accustomed to now. While June looks pissed and worried.

I want to demand were ny monster of a mate is at.

never did she have her claws dug this far into My body, my mind. leaving me full of blind rage. How could she practically cripple me?

Anger.

It makes you do stupid shit. Stupid shit that'll get you killed. Stupid shit that makes no sense to you later on.

'Maybe she was just.......hurt...'

This new tiny light voice rang inside me. I already knew what it was trying to do. Growing Sympathy for some one was never my strong suit.

not even for my own mate.

June reachs out a limp hand to stop me. just a few more shuffles and ill be able to look and see .

"Fuck off." I growled at him. Kents head fell back and he let out a creepy silent chuckle.

His firm grip lashed out quickly onto my shoulders. Supporting me like a feather he help me to the wall.

June attempt at stopping me was feeble at best. Quickly life shoves everything back in my face. To give the seconds that just passed a different go.

To let June have his way.

To let June help me.

To take it easy and heal.

To not be a stubborn fool and fight everyone.

To not look out the window.

Too not feel the cold chill down my spine.

People say they see red in a rage. The same Red thats in the autumn leafs, bleeding into the green. Slowly dieing but ever changing.

My vision went a bit blurry and I felt a small panic. Forcing myself to blink hard and rapidly. But nothing happened, nothing changed.

The house stopped shaking and the noise outside had died. I couldn't change what I was seeing, though.

"If you think about it, its like a inside out grave yard. The bodies are buried on top. A head here, a torso their.

Kinda scatter about but all still apart of one massive grave. You can smell it in the air." Kent whispered behind me, with his hands firmly holding me infront of the window.

"I know its kinda hard to tell from here but look up ahead you should be able to see her. "

No amount of blinking or rubbing cleared my eyes.
My hands shook against the windows.
Bright, pure blood. Looked like the ground was bleeding but it was just all the body parts.
Piled high on top of each other.
All the people.
My people.
Her people.

She stood in a puddle of guts and blood. The bright light made the darkest blood look like a deep red wine.

She looked sickly beautiful. just scraps of black material clung to her chest and waist.

The rest of her skin was on display. Her back was facing us but her body was relaxed and she stood straight.
It was the only time I'd ever seen her so still. My eyes slid down her form and my knees buckled.

the guts, the blood shes standing in.
Its not human.
She's covered in her own kind.
She's covered in the dead.

My hands slapped on the window hard. Making Kent's hands jolt a bit. Dangling from a rope of intestines around her waist was eerily familiar faces.
Kents hips snapped forward pressing me into the glass.

"Fucking watch what she does. You owe me. I didnt wake you up for nothing."
Kent hissed into my ear, pushing harder.
My hands slipped down the window making my stomach drop.

'Is this a dream? Whats real? Am I actually seeing this?'
I didn't know, I don't know, I dont wanna know. My choices were forfeit.

My beautiful Alpha mate planted both her feet in the corpes torso. Blood flung around her, face cover by her wild curls. Almost Camouflaging her. Reaching down, she effortlessly ripped the unrecognizable head off the torso.

Throwing it around her waist to hang next to the others. The movement knocked the heads towards my vision.

"That's right. You're seeing things correctly.

That's my mate, you're brother. Your father and anyone else we felt was ever important to us. Just dangling around her waist like a designer key chain. Isnt it fucking splendid?

We get to stay trapped, holed up in this house while she lets everyone we love die for us. Or no I forgot. It's the 'vision'.

She had my mate telling me I just couldn't understand. I guess im just blind."