Not an Omega (EN)

7

Noah had been preparing for about fifteen minutes—having to masturbate his attacker several times for 30 minutes until the man finally calmed down—when a metallic creak was heard from the other side of the door. He was lying next to the hatch, ready to act. He wouldn't get a second chance. If his deduction was correct, he had a chance to escape.

The man on the other side of the door leaned over to open the hatch and slid the food tray through the opening. This was the moment Noah had been waiting for. He rolled in front of the hatch and grabbed the man's foot, pulling violently. The man let out a groan of surprise as he fell onto his backside, then cursed angrily. He looked towards the hatch, seeing Noah's face, astonished to have failed.

— Damn! You're still alive?!

The shock was palpable. Were they expecting him to be dead? But why? Seeing that Noah was holding onto his ankle, the man began kicking the hatch violently while making sure to trap Noah's hand in the middle. Noah let out a cry of pain but didn't let go.

— Wait! How come "still alive"? Why would I be dead? Noah asked desperately.

— Let me go, damn it! the man snapped.

— No!

After several minutes of struggling, the man realized that Noah wasn't backing down and began to speak with cynicism.

— Do you think you're the first one to be brought here? There have been many before you.

Noah had already suspected this, but confirming his doubts didn't hurt. The man continued:

— Chicks, guys, tall ones, short ones. They've all been through here. And all of them have left...

He paused, giving Noah a fleeting glimmer of hope before crushing it with sadistic glee.

— ... Dead as a doornail, he said with a grin.

Noah remained still. His breathing was accelerating, and seeing that he had slightly loosened his grip, the man tried to pull his foot away before the pressure around his ankle became too intense.

— You're lying, Noah declared defiantly.

— You think so? You see that room over there?

Noah followed the man's gaze to a green, peeling metal door.

— That's where we dump the bodies. We don't have time to remove them one by one because things move fast. So we pile them up, and then every 6th of the month, a truck comes to pick them up and dump them with the bodies of dead patients. It's a well-oiled operation, you see.

Noah was trembling with rage. His jaw was clenched as he tightened his grip on the man's ankle. How could they do this? These fucking monsters!

— Damn it, let me go, already! the man groaned as the pain in his ankle intensified.

— Bastards... Killing people like that... with what we're already going through... HOW CAN YOU DO THIS, YOU PIECES OF SHIT?!!!

The man suddenly kicked the corner of the hatch, breaking Noah's wrist in the process. Noah twisted in pain, holding his fractured wrist with his other hand, tears streaming down his face.

— DAMN IT! the man exclaimed. Do you think it's me who kills these poor souls?

Noah turned his head towards him and spat out:

— You or one of your colleagues, what difference does it make? You're all the same... Pieces of shit...

A vein appeared in the man's neck, and he grabbed Noah's broken hand, which already had a bruised, dark mark. He held it firmly and yanked Noah's arm out of the hatch. Noah let out a sharp cry of pain before his face was pressed against the door, the top of his face barely sticking out of the hatch.

— And what about your friend?

— That bastard is not my friend, and you know it very well! You made sure of it!

The man had a wicked, almost amused smile.

— You intrigue me. Keep going.

— You bunch of bastards! What drug did you give him to make him behave like... like... an ANIMAL?

The man said nothing but maintained his smile, encouraging Noah to continue.

— And then bringing just one food tray to make us kill each other! It's inhumane!

The man chuckled and tightened his grip on Noah's arm even more. Another moan of pain escaped Noah's lips.

— You're completely off, kid! Originally, you weren't even supposed to be alive by now!

His smile was sinister, unsettling, as if he had all the missing pieces of information Noah needed.

— You see the guy in there? Why do you think we put people in with him, huh? Don't you have a little idea?

Noah furrowed his brows, trying to think despite the intense pain in his arm and his head pressed against the metal. And suddenly, the pieces of the puzzle fell into place.