Betrayed and Alone

Full Force (39)

Omega's POV

      A part of me, the part still deathly loyal to this camp, rebelled yet also encouraged the idea of giving the camp "full force" training. Annabitch- or should I call her Bitchbeth?- stepped forward, confusion swimming in her deep startling grey eyes. "Full force?" The Athena spawn asked, her grey eyes narrowed in a way that suggested bad things would happen if her question was not answered. I gave her a considering, judging look. "You've become arrogant." I noted. Apparently, hard, true facts insulted her now.

      She stomped her foot and screamed "EXCUSE ME?!?!". I raised an eyebrow at her childish behavior and couldn't help but snort. "Well that behavior doesn't make you look like a childish stupid Athena spawn at all." I said sarcastically. You could sense the sarcasm dripping from my voice really easily. "I SURVIVED THE PIT OF DAMNATION!!!! I DESERVE RESPECT AND WILL BE GIVEN RESPECT!!! MY QUESTIONS WILL BE ANSWERED!!! I WILL NOT BE INSULTED AND CALLED CHILDISH!!!" Annabitch screamed.

      Storm began fighting me for control, howling that he would teach her a message. I cut him a deal and let him control my voice and facial expressions, telling him to sound calm but angry at the same time. I couldn't stop my grip on my swords from tightening though. Storm took a deep breath, making me grit my teeth. Storm gave the Athena spawn a sickly sweet smile before making my face completely expressionless. 

      "Without me, you wouldn't have survived. In fact, I could've let you fall in by yourself and pulled myself up! I could've let you die. I could've let the entire world fall with that single decision. But back then I wasn't thinking of that. I was thinking of you. You were crying as that silk thread began to pull you down. Everything that I did down there was for you. I will be respected. I will not be insulted. And most of all, I will not be annoyed." Storm said calmly, but you can hear the slight threat and anger under the calmness. 

      The Athena spawn sputtered with pure rage, but didn't say anything. Storm gave her another sickly sweet smile before telling me to walk out like a pro. I did. Well, began to. "Omega! If this camp could barely survive the basic training, how the hell are they going to survive full force?!" Spike hissed. I turned around and smirked, and let Storm chuckle out the number one rule of wolf society: "Only the strong survive."

      Spike sighed and shook his head sadly. "I, Spike Revenge (I know, "What?! Spike has a last name after all?"), counter Omega's, AKA Perseus Achilles Jackson, order for full force training." Spike howled sadly. My eyes widened. This meant a major fight until one gave up- or died. Because I was not going to accept his counter order. "I, Omega, AKA Perseus Achilles Jackson, refuse Spike Revenge's counter order and challenge him to a fight until submission... or death." I announced sadly. Spike looked at me with sad eyes.

     My team watched with wide eyes. Then they herded everyone away. The camp circled us, watching in horror as I began spinning my swords and Spike began sharpening his claws. Even Storm was shocked- and horrified. Because both me and Spike were stubborn, submission wouldn't happen. One of us were going to die. And that "one of us" was going to be me.