Page 21 of One Flew Over the Omega's Nest: Part One
The faint sound of scribbling catches my attention, and I see an alpha in the corner, her crayon moving furiously across a page in a sketch book. Curiosity getting the better of me, I find myself approaching the alpha, peering over her shoulder to see what she’s—
A screeching laugh makes me jump, and I whip around to see a ginger-haired beta in his forties, pointing at me and laughing. His eyes are cloudy, but his finger is pointed straight at me as if he’s condemning me to share his fate. Turnip lets out an alarmed squeak, scrambling back into my pocket.
Coward.
The others may as well be statues, and it’s an eerie feeling to be surrounded by stillness.
Dammit. I shouldn’t have come here. But…I need to see for myself that Mabel isn’t trapped in this hell-hole.
Quickly, I turn my attention back to the alpha, only to let out a little scream when I see she’s staring straight at me.
My reflex sets off a chain reaction.
The alpha who had been scribbling starts screaming the most blood-curdling, gut-wrenching sound I’ve ever heard in my life. My hands fly to my ears, but it does next to nothing to stop the piercing terror that shoots through me.
The laughter from the beta behind me continues, and my panic starts to rise. What the hell will I do if someone hears this?
“Who the fuck set Endo and Farris off?!” A shouting voice comes from the hallway that I walked through not five minutes ago, and my heart drops to my stomach.
Welp. I knew it might happen, I was just hoping it wouldn’t.
“Shhh! Shhh, I’m sorry!” I whisper-shout, backing away slowly with my hands up. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”
“Greg! Get your ass to the sitting room. Endo needs a dose of tranq.” It doesn’t even sound like the orderly is talking about a person—more like an animal.
When the footsteps grow louder, I find myself scrambling back, and then crawling under a table in the corner of the room. I scoot until my back hits the wall, but Endo is still screaming, every echo in the room like a knife to my eardrums.
Footsteps enter the room, and I hold my breath, hoping like hell none of the zombies can rat me out. “Shut the fuck up, you demented carrot!” The laughter from the beta cuts off as I hear the sound of a body hit the floor.
“A carrot? Really?” Another voice shouts over the screaming before it cuts off abruptly, followed by another thud.
“You try coming up with ginger-related nicknames for this fucker, then,” the first voice grouses.
“Can’t. Too busy coming up with nicknames for that omega when she gets sent in here.” My blood turns to ice. They…they have to be talking about me.
A low chuckle. “You wish. It’s been too long since we’ve had an omega.”
A sigh. “Yeah. She’ll be too important to Whitmore’s research to end up in here any time soon.”
Whitmore? Who the fuck is Whitmore? Isn’t this whole thing Brooks’ operation?
I file the name for later, running over the first half of the conversation. They don’t have any omegas here. Which means…Mabel can’t be.
At least…she’s not in the Cathedral.
That begs the question, though…why the hell did the girls think there were two omegas here?
The guys’ voices fade as their footsteps echo down the hall, and I peek my head out from under the table.
The room is exactly the same as it was before I went under the table, exept…the two patients, Endo and Farris, are in heaps on the floor. Are they…are they just going to leave them there?
Rage fills me at the thought of how they’re treating these people so poorly, and then I get a stroke of inspiration.
Giggling to myself, I use all my strength to put both Endo and Farris back in their respective chairs. I have to let their heads rest on the tables in front of them, but I can’t wait for those two asshole orderlies to shit themselves, not knowing how it happened.
Admiring myself for my ability to think of hilarious pranks even in the face of immense danger, I sneak back the way I came, hoping to hell that the orderlies aren’t sitting by an open door somewhere.
When I hear shouted cursing from the direction of the sitting room, I realize they must have gone down a different hall when they left earlier, and sprint the rest of the way out of the building.
