The Omega

1 pt. 8

Inhale. Exhale.

My breathing was a constant, steady rhythm as I started blindly at the wall, my mind numb to everything around me.

The large interrogation style room I sat in had no clock, and the only only way I could track the time was through the narrow slit of a window running the length of the wall above my head.

I had been there for what seemed like hours but was probably only thirty minutes.

The moment I'd stood before my supervisor, he'd pulled me aside and handed me off to a pair of pack guards.

They'd marched me down a long hallway and down a flight of stone steps to what I knew must have been the holding cells.

The main network of the prison was set up like a labyrinth under the pack house, secret passageways spider webbing their way in and around cells.

As a young child, I'd heard stories of omegas getting lost in the passageways and going mad inside the walls. I'd been terrified of the walls ever since, convinced I could hear the omega's screams as they clawed at the stone around them.

Even know, I could still hear the sounds of screaming.

Only this time it wasn't my imagination.

EEE

A tall man stood before me, his slim shoulders covered in a white lab coat. He leaned against the far wall and flipped through the thin file in his hands.

Sitting straight backed in my chair, I let my hands clench under the table I was sitting at.

After waiting in the holding cell for at least an hour, a stocky guard had opened the door and told me to come with him.

I'd followed him without complaint and had found myself alone again in a room with a table and a chair on either side.

With nothing to do, I'd sat myself down and had waited until this man had come in.

Still scanning the file, he took his time making his way over to the other seat.

"Florencehill Pack, first year Nehimieah, generation sixteen, household and personal sanitation sector."

I watched him with careful eyes as he began listing the things that marked my very existence.

"Female, age seventeen, one hundred and sixty one pounds, height five feet five inches, 12 infractions, all minor..."

As he continued talking, I looked down at the table and clenched my fists. Deep breaths. Deep breaths.

There was little chance I was going to make it through this encounter.

Even if I was found innocent and they extracted whatever information they needed, I would still be executed. The pack needed no witnesses to the rebellions murders in the bath house.

"Now Nehimieah," His voice broke through my haze and I looked back up at him. "I need you to tell me exactly what happened this morning. I need you to explain in exact detail what went on up until the guards arrived."

Nodding my head, I cleared my throat and attempted to get my thoughts together.

"This morning I got up as usual with the rest of the omegas, except today, one of them was missing. I've never seen anything like that happen, I saw the man, Alik, go to sleep same as the rest of us last night. I don't know what happened to him." I paused for a moment, clearing my mind and biting my tongue to keep myself from rambling.

"Anyways, I received my tasks for the day and my group and I started walking to the bathhouses."

"Why did you go to the bathhouses first?" He interrupted, narrowing his eyes at me. "I've seen your task list, you were to collect the dirty clothing from the pack rooms first. Why did you go there before cleaning the pack rooms? Was there a specific reason, or are you in league with whoever killed those pack members?"