His Incurable Omega novel Chapter 64

You cannot destroy me.

I destroy me.

"Little Fayette!"

The nameless man walks in, a smile on his face that soon disappears as he takes me in.

"What's wrong."

I must really look bad if even my captor is concerned.

"I'm...sick."

He laughs, "I know that."

I shake my head, "you seem to know all about me, so you must know why I made x-bane in the first place."

He stills, his face growing hard as he takes in my words.

"What do you mean."

It's my turn to smile now as I lean back in my chair.

The power of knowledge.

"Do you know why I made x-bane?"

"You father was a lunatic?"

"But why?"

His brown eyes evaluate me. Such bland color. I've seen brown eyes that were beautiful. Beautiful because the person made them so. But this man. His eyes were just brown. Like mud. Like dirt. Nothing extraordinary stuck out about them.

Some would be sad about this fact.

I have a feeling though, that it was the reason why he was so happy.

Because it allowed him to become like shadows.

"His life mate died."

I nod.

He steps closer, "What do you mean, when you say you are sick?"

I open my hand and reveal the red I didn't bother to wipe away.

"I'm sick."

He grabs it and growls, "This can't be happening."

I feel a small thrill at his words.

This wasn't going according to his plan.

His beautiful plan that he had taken years to accomplish and perfect.

Years of effort and work.

Going down the drain now because of a few red drops.

"It will happen fast. Maybe a month or two from now."

His eyes flash up at me. Those boring brown eyes.

"No."

I shake my head, "I can't cure this and-,"

He laughs, "I don't care if you die little Fayette. Just a pawn, remember? But you care," he grins then, "about your little friends?"

Oh.

Jasmine.

Yasmine.

I sigh as I realize he was right.

"You are already gone. But you can still save your friends."

I nod.

So now I was under even more of a deadline.

"Tomorrow I'll bring another."

"It hasn't been a week."

He smiles, "O well."

I feel raw and pure hatred for this man.

I want to lash out.

Hit him.

I feel, to my surprise, claws, painfully and slowly form upon my hand.

He laughs, "Finally finding your teeth little Fayette. To bad you'll lose them soon."

And with those departing words he leaves.

But true to his statement, the next day he brings another male for me.

They all make the same plea as they beg me not to do it.

I grit my teeth and get on with it.

The faster the better.

No need to prolong the suffering.

This time though, the begging continued as the man laid crying on the floor.

The nameless man stepped forward, "Gerald...what do you feel?"

I'm shaking as he raises his head, "I feel weak."

He moans his despair and that is when I realize the truth.

Calling and crying for me.

"Fayette."

It's rough.

Deep.

Yet raw.

Full of pain.

Full of sorrow.

My poor Alto.

Leaving him so soon.

"Fayette."

I open my eyes and see him standing there.

One of the side effects to the disease had been hallucinations.

Affecting the mind to trick it into seeing what it wanted.

Sometimes mother would have conversations with father, while I stared blankly on, watching as she talked to an empty space.

"Alto."

I cry the word out, tears coming now.

Maybe the disease had been a blessing.

Because I knew- from the beginning- that I was going to die here.

But at least now I could see him.

I can feel his hands on me.

The heat has me smiling, gasping.

How wonderful.

Maybe this is it.

Maybe this is the end.

I'm feeling him now, more than ever, close to me.

"Fayette please."

Crying.

My Alto was crying.

I frown at that.

I wanted my dream Alto to be happy.