The Lonely Life Of An Omega (Teen Wolf)

Chapter 29

Chapter 29

  The light had faded from Brandon's eyes before he even hit the ground. He had to be dead, no one could survive a hit like that. Not even me. I look up at Britney to see tears streaming down her face as she tries to look away from the body laying sprawled across the floor. Neither of us could go help him as long as the gun was still in Jeff's possession. Britney rushes forward but I grab ahold of her shoulder and pull her back. "Let me deal with this!" I whisper in her ear and I let her go, trusting her common sense would over power her instincts. Thankfully it does and she runs to Brandon's side in hopes of stopping the blood before it was to late. Unfortunately we both knew it was. I can see Jeff pulling the trigger back but I step in front of him before he can fire another round. "Step aside Lucy, this doesn't concern you." He warns through gritted teeth. But I take his threat lossy, he might have the gun but I was the real weapon he had to worry about. "If you want her your going to have to go threw me first." My voice comes out in a growl and he laughs. "You think you can take me. There are things you don't know yet Lucy, things people close to you are keeping a secret. You know how they say knowledge is power? Well in this case it's very true. Now step aside or things are going to get bad for everyone in this room." Something about what Jeff says sets me on end. Was someone close lying to me, keeping me in the dark. Or was this all another distraction Jeff had set up? I wasn't going to stick around and find out. "You know I can do a lot more damage then that gun ever could." I inform him but he only lets out a small chuckle in response. "I'm quite aware of that. Why do you think I got Britney to call you. You know Lucy I really thought it would be harder to trick you. But like always all it took was someone to call for help and you show up. You really should be more cautious, especially you of all people." His tone comes out mockingly and it sends chills up my spine. Britney wasn't the one I needed to worry about anymore, that much was clear. I stand ready to attack but Jeff makes the first move throwing the gun to the ground and leaping at me, all in one single movement. I brace myself for the hit as we collide grabbing onto each other, looking for some sort of advantage. I manage to clip his side with my claws but he moves out of the way before I have the chance to do more damage. Then just when I think I have him, he breaks from my grasp, caging me in a headlock. He clasps his hand over my mouth and nose, cutting off my air supplies. I claw and gag for relief but I can't find the strength to push away as it dwindles away by the second. There was only one way I could get out of this and as much as I didn't want to, my life and possibly Britney's were at stake if I didn't. I rear back my jaw and sink my fangs into the palm of his hand. Immediately the fowl, copper taste of blood fills my mouth along with the sweet taste of air as he pulls his hand away with a jolt. "You bit me!" Jeff screams cradling his hand. But looking into his eyes I can see the fear flooding into his system. He had realized what I did and he knew what consequences would come because of it. The fear is quickly replaced by a blind rage and he storms at me. I dodge his weak attempt at a punch and before he can find the traction to turn around, I send him crashing to the ground. I wait a few seconds but when it becomes clear he's out for the night I move back to the real issue at hand. I make my way over to Britney as she stares down at Brandon, transfixed on something deep in her thoughts. Suddenly she breaks away from her trance and her eyes widen at something behind me. "Lucy, look out." She screeches and it takes me a second to register what she's saying. A second to late. I turn just in time to make contact with Jeff's flaring, wild eyes as he shoves a glass vile into my mouth. I try to spit the thing back out but he clamps my jaw down, breaking the glass and sending the liquid inside flooding down my throat. He lets go and I cough out the broke shards of glass. I try to ask what he just forced me to swallow but my voice seems to be gone and I can't form a word, only a growl.

  The liquid burns in the pit of my stomach and the unknown taste still holds traces on my tongue. My teeth lengthen cutting into my gums, but this time it seems it was more than just the two. My face shifts and my claws elongate. A hot streak of pain raises down my spine and into my legs, bringing me to my knees. I try to stand but I only just get to my feet when they collapse out from under me again. A dark red haze clouds my vision and a strong fog moves over my brain. Jeff is gone, I can tell that much as the gun lays abandoned on the floor next to me. Someone is yelling at me but I can't seem to understand their commands. "Lucy, look at me. Brandon's breathing but he's not going to make it. You have to break out of this Lucy, I need you right now." The girl who's name I can't remember lifts my head to hers and I can make out the urgency and worry etched in her face but I don't know why. She seemed fine, although there was a strong stench of blood in the room. "Dammit Lucy, you need to snap out of this right now or I'm calling Stiles and Scott." There's a long pause before the girl speaks again. "Please, please wake up. I don't want him to die." She begs and her hands drop from my shoulders as a small cry escapes her lips. I know something in my system is causing this but as hard as I try I can't remember how I got here or who the girl crying in front of me was. I wanted to help her I really did, if only I knew how. One thing did scare me though, I had shifted, felt the jolt of rage but I had managed to control it somehow. I wasn't going to win the battle for very long if I just stood here and waited. I could feel myself slowly losing what little ounce of control I had left. Unfortunately she doesn't see the struggle I was having keeping my anger under wraps. "Lucy, look at me!" Her voice booms through the room. When I don't respond again to her plea she rears back and lashes out at me, striking her hand across my face. I know she was trying to bring me back but it seemed to do the exact opposite. A searing pain explodes through my head and my cheek still burns hot from the impact. The headache worsens and the rage I had been holding back for weeks floods in all at once in a wave of powerful emotion.