The Omega

1 pt.5

Leaning against the gray stone wall of the hallway outside the bathhouses, I took deep breaths to slow my heart.

As I took one breath after the other, I felt my head grow light and my body sway.

Shaking myself from my seat, I began breathing normally again and imagined the possibilities for the next several minutes.

When and if the guards actually showed up, I would have to explain why I'd called them down. I would probably be man handled and at best would come off with a few bruises. At worst, I'd be dead.

But I had no choice but to do my best to explain the situation. If I ran, I would only look guilty.

After waiting fourty or so minutes I began to give up hope that the guards would ever come. But as the sound of marching boots approched, I shoved myself up from my sitting position against the wall and brushed the dirt from my skirt.

Bowing low, I stayed bent over and aching until a two pairs of boots stopped in front of me.

I heard a grunt of disgust and felt a pair of rough hands yank my head up by the back of my hair.

Wincing in pain, I kept my eyes lowered to the floor and waited for the guard to talk.

"You called, little lady?" The smell of stale cigarette smoke filled my nostrils as he bent down to my ear.

Biting back the urge to whimper, I nodded my head quickly and opened my mouth to explain.

"T-there was an attack, sir." I stuttered, panic and nervs shaking my voice. The hand tightened in my hair and another pair of hand gripped my forearms. The grip was bruising, and I  nearly cried out from the pain of it.

"An attack, huh? Does the little lady think she can pull one over on us? Does she think she can get attention just by faking an attack on the pack?" This time, I did whimper, the pitiful, weak sound rising from my throat. The hand on my head pulled me further back and my neck ached. If they pulled my head back any further,  my neck would break and I'd just be another dead omega trampled by its masters.

"There was an attack, I swear it!" I shrieked as the man brought his other hand to the base of my throat and dug in with his finger nails. "Please! Please let me show you! I was cleaning the bathhouses when I found the bodies! Please, please listen to me!" The mans hand released my hair and both his hands closed around my neck.

I attempted to claw at his hands, but his partners bruising grip held my hands to my sides.

I began to panic as my wheezing breaths choked off and my back was crushed against the wall. The guards hands squeezed tightly against the tender skin of my throat, and I could feel my larynx being crushed under his grasp.

Dark spots began to dance in my vision and my hearing went fuzzy.

"Please..." I squeaked out. "The bodies... Their blood... Omega sign..." My neck was suddenly released from his grasp, and air rushed back into my lungs.

Sounds came back in a rush and my tingling body collapsed under me. My throat burned like fire, and each breath was agony

"What did you say?" The guards voice was stone.

I only coughed in reply and clutched my throat.

Taking me by the shoulders, the guard shook me hard. Teeth rattling in my skull, I attempted to understand what he was shouting at me.

"What did you say?" What had I said? Cleaning... bodies... blood... blood. Blood.

"The omega symbol was written with their blood..." I rasped out, my throat rubbing like sandpaper with each word.

"Show us, now."