Betrayed and Alone

War Meeting Crashed (Seriously, Spike?) (46)

CHAPTER 46: WAR MEETING CRASHED (SERIOUSLY, SPIKE?)

Omega's POV

       Before I could blink, Spike grabbed me and threw me into the place where I used to join in the meetings as a fellow camper. Mr.D was lazily flipping through a wine magazine, as always. In a way, I was glad that the wine dude seemed to have a, "So Peter Johnson came back? Eh, who cares? If he's helping us, he must have forgiven us, so there's no need for begging uselessly. Ooo, look at this wine!" sort of air around him. 

      You're smelling his thoughts, so I guess that there IS a sort of careless air around him. Spike MMed me. Smelling his thoughts? What the actual wine dude? All of this happened as I got up and brushed myself off. "So, I've been, er, called?" I questioned awkwardly, shooting a glare at Spike. The half-wolf only smiled at me, a hint of mischief glinting in his golden eyes. Spike tossed his head proudly. Mr. D gazed at me, a smirk on his face.

     "If by 'called' you mean hunted by Spike and tossed in here, then yes, you've been 'called'." The wine dude drawled lazily. "And is there a reason?" I said sassily, even though I knew exactly why I was here. And no, the reason was not to be hunted and thrown in here just for Spike's amusement. But that is possible.... I quickly snapped myself out my thoughts before anyone (besides Spike, he's "all-knowing") could notice me spacing out.

     Spike snickered. "You know exactly why you're in here." Spike drawled. I feigned innocence. "You mean besides being harshly thrown in here and hunted down by a beast against my will?" I said innocently, but I couldn't stop the smirk from spreading across my face. It wasn't as goofy as it once was, but it was more mischievous, because I knew exactly why I was here. Spike knew this, too. He yawned and stretched like a cat.

     "Stop messing around, there has to be one mature Commander here. And you know that's not me." Spike huffed, reminding me who I was around. A Greek god. The cabin councilors. I quickly dropped my mischievous behavior as if it was an act. I looked up at Spike lazily. "Jeez, if there's anyone who could sniff out a joke or an act, it's you, Wolfy." I said dryly, a smirk on my face. But the smirk was emotionless.

      Almost at once did the councilors droop in disappointment. I scoffed. They killed the former me, and now they expect the remains to come out? No, this emotionless guard was protecting that. No one could know what they truly did, or know my true form. That would be weakness in their eyes. I cut off all ties, all emotions, to survive. If I let loose, start recreating ties, the pain would be as fresh as ever. But this, imagining that I was someone else, kept me alive.

      I quickly shook myself out of my thoughts, which had somehow passed quicker than what should've been possible. A mere half second had passed as I kept my resentment high and the pain away. "So, war meeting, that I didn't need to be LITERALLY thrown into." I snorted, shooting Spike a dirty look. He blinked back at me innocently. And turned into a small little cute puppy with red dragon wings, giving me those doggy eyes.

      I towered over Spike's puppy form. "You know I don't do cute." I scoffed, stepping away while every one "aww!"ed over the disguised form of the demon known as Spike. Even Mr.D cooed at Spike's puppy form. I groaned as Puppy-Spike did poses and thrived under the attention. Great job, Wolfy, you've officially crashed this war meeting before it even started! I yelled at the half-wolf through the mind link thing.