His Incurable Omega novel Chapter 62

He smiles then, his teeth revealing small fangs that should not have been on him.

I shake my head, "Why."

"Why what little Fayette?"

"Why would you..."

I can't even find the words.

"Do this? Capture you? Or do you mean turn myself?"

He shrugs, "You don't know because you've never taken advantage of the power you have. You're weak."

I shudder at his words.

"The power," he raises a hand, flexing it as small claws extend from his nails.

He looks down at me and smiles, "The power is something that I should not have to explain to you."

I just stand there, shaking and refusing his words.

"All this for power?"

"Lives have been lost, for simpler things little Fayette."

He grabs me then, pushing me roughly towards the table.

"Finish it. I know you were close. So do what you need to do and finish it."

I stare up at him.

"Why would you want me to make a cure for your disease?"

He laughs.

"Disease? Is that what you call this?"

He bends down, shoving me into a nearby chair as he pushes me against the table, shoving my journals in front of me.

"Because little Fayette, this is a power game. I hold the key to power. But I also hold the key to taking it away."

I stare up at the man, fear clear in my eyes.

His mind had already thought ten steps ahead of what needed to be done.

I could see it then.

See him offering his drug to humans who were like him.

But then I could also see the threat.

That he could hold over their head, the power to take away their strength.

To crush their gift that he had blessed them with.

The cure to their disease.

This man- this monster- how had no one noticed him before.

Because he stayed hidden.

Because he did not stand out, did not boast of his trade or of his victories.

Instead he stood in the corner, smiling as the world fell apart around him, everyone none the wiser that the culprit they sought, stood within the very same room.

"Impressed little Fayette?"

I nod slowly.

His eyes light up at my truth.

"Finish it. And I just might reward you."

I shudder at what he means with reward.

But then I feel that small fire within me.

"No."

"No?" He seems delighted by my defiance.

"I'm so glad you said that."

He walks to the door, opening it and leaving it there.

I glance out, seeing nothing but a black hallway.

Then I hear footsteps.

Footsteps and a scream.

Her face haunts me- the thin scratches on her arms, the dirt and grime upon her hair and features.

Her screams.

I cry sometimes while I work.

Alone in that room.

I have to make sure no tears spill onto the mixtures, so they don't interfere with the solution.

I don't know how much time goes by.

Judging by the meals that are brought- slide through an opening in the door- I would say almost a week now.

I'm filthy.

No shower in a week.

But the thought only enters my mind once, when I happen to catch my reflection in one of the glasses.

My eyes are what make me shudder.

Crazy.

Desperate.

Some small part of them match the unknown man.

Alto.

He surely was looking for me.

I knew he was.

I felt the bond, however small, pulsing inside me.

It was an assurance I needed within me.

An assurance that Alto was alive.

Therefore I had to keep going.

Among all the glass and instruments- the thought entered my head more than once of what the nameless man would do if he happened to walk in one day and find me there- laying upon the floor with a shard of glass in my hand and my wrist flowing red.

But then the image of Jasmine's face would resurface.