Trying to Keep the Omega

Chapter Five - Escaping the Old Fashioned Gangsters

Chapter Five - Escaping the Government

Nothing ever goes as planned.

What was I thinking? I'm such a fucking numpty. What made me think that I could actually escape so soon? I should've stayed just a bit longer, then bloody escaped. But no, I had to be an impatient little arse and leave right away. They're going to find us, kill Spike and Drake, and lock me in my room for who knows how long. They'd force me to marry Blue. Blue...I'm starting to hate that color. Why couldn't they have named him fucking Pinkie or Purple or something? Such an ugly boy named after such a beautiful colour.

But I'm...surprised, actually.

Blue hasn't done anything to try to take me back or anything. Wait, what if he's dead? What if the impact from throwing him out the window hit him so hard that he died? Yeah, he's rude, but I didn't mean to kill him. I don't even know him. He could be a nice, innocent person, and I would have killed him just because he was following orders. But Harriet did say that he was evil so I suppose he isn't nice...

Way to go, Foxy.

"You guys hide in here. This iPad is for you guys to stay updated on what's happening outside of this closet. Me and Lunette are going to do naughty things to each other so that when they walk in, they won't think we're suspicious and leave. You guys masked your scents, right?" Analastalia asked.

I nodded. We masked our scents while we were at Subway so that we throw them off track if they came looking for us. "Wait, so you mean we're going to sit here and watch you guys have sex?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Turn it on mute and watch the Supernatural News if you don't want to watch!" Lunette snapped playfully. She tried to hide her grin, but she failed and it ended up looking like a smirk.

"Then that's what I'll do. Give me that. Spike will want to—hey don't throw it—watch, and I don't want to watch."

"Kay, now go!" Analastalia shoved us into the closet. She slammed the door. Someone's excited. See what I did there? No? Uh...okay.

I looked at the screen and saw Lunette carrying their iPad to a desk. She spoke to the camera. It was on mute, but we could hear her since they we're in the same room pretty much. This closet isn't sound proof.

"I'm gonna make it look like we're making a porno." She notified me.

I nodded even though she couldn't see. I pressed the home button then opened up the Supernatural News Today! app.

Spike frowned at me before turning around and closing his eyes. I leaned on Drake's shoulder.

"Here you go, whore—er—I meant Jorge." The caption read. The news reporter looked like a deer caught in headlights for calling the other news reporter a whore. I wanted to laugh so hard. But I have a question. Why do people spell the name like Jorge when it sounds like Horhay? I may never know.

The screen switched to Jorge, the news reporter centaur. "Thank you, Slut. Oops, I meant Sultra." He made a sly look on his face as I accientally let out a snort of laughter. Oh my, I need to watch the news more often if these two are on it.

That's the thing about supernatural news. They don't have too much time to edit anything because they do it live.

"We have breaking news. The strongest pack in the world's luna was found dead along the border of the pack's territory. She was found in human form, and it appears that someone choked her to death. Detectives and supernatural police are still trying to find the culprit. For now, we'll see what the current alpha, Blue Moon, and Jake Moon, the youngest of the family, have to say." Jorge reported. My eyebrows shot up. Someone killed Blue's mother. They must be pretty strong if they killed her of all people.