Broken Red

Chapter 2: Alive

Yeah so this is the second part, and I know it isn't spectacularly long but I'm proud of doing this much. I hope you guys enjoy it and if you want, tell me what you think.

Well until next time then, you lovely potatoes.

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The abyss was not expected, it came as quickly as it went. The time spent in there was peaceful, soothing. It was something that had not yet been thought of in the mind of the believer, something that was a pleasant surprise. It had been a good rest, one that she needed after all the events that had happened.

The darkness was short lived though.

Her rested eyes had now opened and seen the reality that surrounded her. People had armed themselves all around her, prepared. Threatened. Frightened.

All that she could see were weapons and death, and hurt, and pain. Her scent changed from relaxed to fearful. She frantically looked around for any possible hiding places or escape routes. She felt that familiar feeling of IV wires going into her arm, and that just made the situation worse than what it already was.

She used her mangled hand to rip them all out from underneath her skin. The audience was surprised, but they thought that now that she had no restriction too movement, she would now try and attack. They were completely wrong.

Her nails scraped against her skin, digging underneath it, attempting to claw out the IV wires that she thought was still there. Deep gashes started appearing, and they became deeper and deeper every time she dug. All of them stood there out of shock and disgust. But one woman with a knife moved slightly forward to try and stop her.

The pale bedridden girl screeched and leapt out of her bed. She crawled on her broken leg to get underneath the bed. The blood left a trail from where she was in bed to where she was on the floor. A few attempts were made to try to make contact with the girl. But every time she would scream and huddle closer as much as she could underneath the bed.

"She'll faint soon, let her be." A pompous woman's voice murmured. "What would Alpha do if he knew we just stood by waiting because we were too scared to do anything?" A more gentle male voice spoke back. He sounded concerned but at the same time he used reason to make them understand why they should help the girl.

A few other murmurs were heard by her, but she could not hear them as her ears started to go deaf. Her face felt cold, yet clammy. And the blood still oozed out of her slowly making a puddle beside her frail body.

A chorus of agreements were heard and the man that had the soothing voice started to move closer while the others remained close to the door while clutching their weapons tightly, still afraid that she would hurt them in some way.

He moved closer, slowly but confidently and he stayed calm the entire time. The Grey hairs that stood atop his head and his dark brown eyes reminded her of her father. He was a simple man who craved the love that his family could provide for him and was content with just that. She missed him, omega or not, she missed him dearly. Maybe this mystery man would treat her the same as her father had done a long time ago.

Memories usurped her mind of her family and emotions overflowed to the brink where she couldn't handle them anymore. 

Rivers of tears became oceans as she reached for him longingly and cried out,

"Papa."

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