The Lonely Life Of An Omega (Teen Wolf)

Chapter 28

Chapter 28

 "Don't make me shoot." Brandon warns and I have no choice but to throw my hands up in defeat. He shifts his gaze back to Britney as she thrashes and claws at the chains, trying to break free like some rabid animal. Buying me some time to find the right words to say. "Brandon please, I can help her just put the gun down and no one has to get hurt." I was only going to ask once. But he seems to take my response as more of a suggestion than a cautious warning. "People will always get hurt, Lucy and there's nothing you can do to stop it." He says but the words don't seem to be directed at me or Britney. Before I can ask what he meant by that, he lowers the gun. Something in his eyes told me there was a big problem at hand. "Brandon, what's going on?" I ask, fear creeping into my voice for the first time. He doesn't answer and instead gestures for me to follow him up the stairs and into the main part of the house. At first I stand in place refusing to leave Britney's side but when he speaks the urgency in his voice is clear. "Lucy, please?" That's when I knew things are bad. Brandon would never ask me for anything even if his life depended on it. So I reluctantly follow him, aware there could be hunters waiting to attack at anytime. When we get to the top of the stairs Brandon wastes no time pushing the door open with enough force to send it right off the hinges it was sitting on. As I step into what seems to be a hallway or corridor leading into the rest of the house, I immediately want to turn back. The smell that surrounds the room is unbearable, seeping into every crevasses and crack in the wall. It was a scent I had unfortunately learned to recognize over the corse of my months spent in Beacon Hills and I know it could only mean one thing. Brandon who was blocking my view from the rest of the passageway, steps to the side to reveal the horrific scene I had been dreading.

  Before me stands a pile of what I could only assume were hunters although it was hard to tell through all the mangling and blood covering the place, streaked down the walls, imbedded into the floor boards. The only heart beat in the room came from Brandon as the pounding throbbed in the back of my head. There was no hope for these people, they were all dead. Sympathy fills my heart for people I don't know, who's faces I could not recognize. I can hear a faint sobbing over the blaring of rushing blood in my ears. I expect it to be me, finally cracking under the pressure of what my life had come to. The sight bringing me to my knee's and breaking me down for one last time. But it's not me its Brandon. "I could have stopped this. I could have stopped her if I had gotten here sooner but I didn't and now their all dead, every single last one of them." He mumbles sliding down the slick walls and onto the floor. "Brandon, you don't know that she did this." It was useless to try and fool myself into believing Britney wasn't responsible because if she wasn't there was a scarier question to be asked. Who was? "Of course it was her. I watched it happen myself, watch helplessly from the side as the sweet, little girl I thought I knew ripped the only family I had left into pieces." The last part comes out in sobs as he pitches forward, holding his head in his hands. "I should have killed her right there, I had the gun in my hands but I couldn't, I just couldn't. And now these people lost their life's because I couldn't pull one damn trigger. I'm no more of a monster than she is now." His whole body shook with every word that poured from his mouth and I just stood there helplessly. I didn't know what to say but it didn't really matter. No words in the world could make his pain go away and we both knew that. But there was still a girl in there who could be saved. "Brandon you need to tell me what happened." I rest my arm on his shoulder for support and to my surprise, he doesn't shrug it off with disgust. "Why, what does it matter?" He lifts his glassy, blue eyes to meet mine. "Listen to me there's a girl in there who needs you. How do you think Britney's going to feel when she realizes what she did?" I ask and he gives me a slight nod in agreement. "It happened all to fast. I got a call from Jeff saying the compound was under attack and they needed all the backup they could get. So I rushed over just in time to find Britney laying beaten on the floor. She begged me to leave, said it was a trap and I needed to get out. But before I could help her, she shifted and she wasn't Britney anymore. She was..." His voice gives out at the thought and I'm forced to finish the sentence. "A animal." I whisper and he lets out a small sigh. "Yes a animal. Then she ran past me and attacked the guards in the hall. But-" he stops. "But what, Brandon?" I ask when it becomes obvious he's not going to finish. "When I had the gun and stood there watching her do this, it was almost like something pulled her out of the trance when she looked at me and for the first time she was her again. I could see the struggle it took her to pull back and when she finally found the urge to speak, she told me-" Brandon pauses, "she told me to kill her and when I wouldn't do it she screamed, begged for my to put the barrel to her head and shoot. Then I lost her again." His last word comes out in a strangled cry and I know I have to act fast or I'm going to loose him.