"Beautiful" (Omegaverse Michael x Noah)

~70~ "Trick."

~Noah~ (Descriptive violence, descriptive blood and gore)
"Is everything prepared?" I asked Alex as we walked down the stairs to the basement, she nodded to me.

"He's starting to wake up." She said as we reached the bottom door, I pulled a keycard out from my pocket, unlocking the heavy metal door and watching it swing open.
I held it open for Alex, slamming it behind me and locking it once again with a beep.

The basement was cold and unnaturally lit, I hated it in here. Concrete walls and floor made it all feel like a prison.
And for Mathew Colin, I planned to make it worse.

He sat, tied with heavy rope to a metal chair in the middle of the room, a brown sack bag over his head. On the table beside him, a gun, a knife, and a taser. Alex walked over to take her place behind the man in the chair, beside where Elias stood.
Both of them pulled a black mask over their faces, it's not like we did this particularly often, but they definitely knew the routine.

Mathew shouted a muffled sound from inside the bag. I swiftly pulled it off his head, watching how he gasped for air. Fuckin dramatic, he could breathe just fine.
I grabbed his face, noticing the gash in his forehead, likely caused by a rock of some kind.
"My omega did a number on you." I laughed, letting him go. "I'd apologize, but— I'd be lying if I said I wasn't extremely proud." I picked up the knife on the table, running my finger gently along the blade.

"Your omega? Hah- he's as much yours as a prostitute." Mathew spoke up, spitting at me but missing horribly. I gripped his hair with my fingers and tilted his head back, hovering the knife above his eye.

"I'm sure you have experience with such." I rolled my eyes, he bared his teeth in a sad attempt to look somehow threatening.
"Now," I pressed the tip of the knife into his forehead, not yet stabbing or slicing. "You're going to feel every last fucking moment of the pain you gave my daughter." I swiftly, and deeply, dragged the knife down his face, through his eye.

I watched as he screamed, blood streaming down his pale face. I let go of his hair, throwing his head back.
The knife clattered as it fell onto the table. His screams only slightly quieted down into quivers as I wrapped my fingers around the heavy black pistol.

Just as I lifted it from the table, a gunshot rang throughout the entire palace. All four of us lifted our heads towards the sound, Mathew laughed out.
I glanced back at him, seeing the psychotic look on his face. He continued to laugh as blood dripped down his chin, staining his T-shirt.

"What the fuck did you do.." I growled, pressing the tip of the gun to his forehead. "What did you do!?" I demanded, pushing the gun harder against his skin.

"You really thought it was just me?" He hysterically laughed, "I hired every fucking gang in this shitty city against you, and that pet." He gestured his head to the door. I pulled the trigger, watching his blood splatter against my white shirt as he gagged, body falling lifeless.

"Elias, go find Michael and Willow, bring him down here and lock the door." I commanded, he nodded, "If
either of them get hurt, you'll wish you were this fuckin mess." I gestured to the bleeding out body. Elias glanced down at the guts spilled, gagging slightly before he rushed out the door.

"Get the others, bring them to the car and have them hide in there." I told Alex.

"Yes, sir." She immediately responded, running up the stars. I gripped the gun in my hand, grabbing a tarp that laid against the wall and quickly throwing it over the body so Michael didn't have to see it.

I heard another gunshot from above. I took a breath and ran up the stairs, immediately being met with a man, a mask over his face as he went to grab his gun. Before he could, I pulled the trigger on my own, watching his body fall to his knees before hitting the hard ground.