Helix Operatives: Creation

Deals: Theon

Theon suddenly shot upwards, gasping for air and in fear as he patted his body down, feeling for where he was shot. "Fuck... Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Exclaimed Theon.

"Calm down... Please..." said a voice. Theon looked over to see Rose standing there, healing him with her powers.

"Rose, fuck, what about the others?" Asked Theon.

"I-I'm not Rose," said the bird. Theon looked at her in confusion but soon realized she didn't have the stains around her eyes.

"Wait... Then who...?" Asked Theon.

"I'm Roxane Vertail, Rose's sister, but you can call me Roxy. I was interviewing here when I heard about what happened and I came running to try and help," said the dove. "The others I already healed with help of that rabbit on your team."

"Rabbit?" Asked Theon.

"Yeah, that being me," said Silval as she turned the corner. "Hey, Rox, the coyote's complaining about pain in her shoulder and the goat's getting looked at by your sister."

"Oh, yeah, I'm on it. Mr. Murton, sorry, I'll get back to you unless you're still in pain," said Roxy.

"N-No, I'm fine," said Theon still looking at Silval.

"Right, excuse me," said Roxy as she quickly left the room, leaving the two alone.

"So... You lied to the police too I take it," said Theon.

"Yeah, but I really was looking to join you guys," said Silval. "You see..." She rushed up to the side of his hospital bed in a blur, stopping to look him right in the eyes. "I'm mutated too and frankly I'm looking for someone like me too. I'm lonely and willing to work. Got a bachelor's in marketing and..."

"Listen, I'd love to give you an interview but... I kinda just got shot. So, if I could just have a moment to recover from that fact, I'd be glad," said Theon as he sat up in the bed.

"I wish that was the best-case scenario," said a voice. A large Sinderlo woman dressed in a large purple dress ordained with gems and a yellow highlight.

"Empress Orna," said Theon and Silval. Silval got onto one knee and bowed to her as Theon bowed his head.

"There's no need for formalities... There's much more important things at hand," said the Sinderlo woman as she pulled out Theon's phone. "I was given this from the doctors after they got you all out of surgery. A message came in a few minutes ago... These terrorists kidnapped my husband and... if the image attached is to be believed... They killed him."

"What?!" Asked Theon looking up at her.

"Here, it's your's anyways," said Orna as she handed the phone to him. Theon and Silval looked at the corpse, well dressed and with metal extending from it.

"Oh fuck," said Theon.

"To say the least, yes," said Orna. "Mister Murton... May I have a moment with you alone?"

"Yeah, I'm going to go check on that detective that came with me," said Silval. "He wants in too by the way."

"W-We'll talk about it later," said Theon as he read the message with it. "What the heck does this mean? 'Does your heart race now or when metal is around your neck? Beware the Omega.' I don't get it."

"Clearly a message to you," said Orna as she sat down in a chair in the corner. "Ashes... correct? I-I hate to say this... But my husband, I know, wasn't the nicest man. However, I'm sure they're coming for me soon. And I'm worried... obviously... I know that your group may be the only ones that have any kind of hope of stopping them. Right now, I have a number of contractors building a panic room in the palace. And I know your team can teleport to anywhere, including there. I'm asking you, if they ever come for me, that you will teleport in and help me. I-I don't want to die. Plus, if I do die, then the entire empire falls into chaos. You can understand that I would like a personal line to your team as well."