Omega navigated his way easily through the streets of Virginia; he had memorized the map of the entire state five minutes ago and it was permanently imprinted in his mind.
He just escaped the lab, after they tried to terminate him.
He knew it was because he lost to her, to Maximum Ride. He was supposed to be undefeatable, the ultimate weapon, and he lost to her—an only partially successful avian-human hybrid. He didn't understand how she did it, he was faster, stronger, smarter; he should have won. So why didn't he?
That was a question the white coats couldn't quite answer either, which is why the wanted him terminated. They saw him as a failure, another disappointment.
So they had the injection ready, ready to fill his blood stream with a powerful poison that would kill a normal man in seconds. He figured with him immune system; he'd have a week before he succumbed to it, that is if he had let them inject him. He found their plan so illogical that he almost laughed. He was a thousand times stronger than them, smarter than them, faster than them, but he guessed they overestimated his willingness to obey.
He moved so fast they didn't even see him coming; he wondered how humans lived like that. They were so fragile, so easy to break. In less than five seconds, he was surrounded by either unconscious or dead white coats and he wasn't even breathing hard.
That brought him to where he was now. He'd been tracking her for a while; her last known location was her in Virginia when she had her short stint with Anne Walker. He doubted she'd be here now, but it was worth a shot. He needed to find her.
Unconsciously, he touched his shoulder; she was the only one who managed to hurt him so badly. It was intriguing. Ever since he fought Maximum, he could never forget that fleeting second before he fell unconscious. In that moment, he…felt something.
He was designed emotionless, yet he was scared that he was going to lose, he felt ashamed and embarrassed and defeated all at the same time—more emotions than he's felt in his life. In that one second, something changed.
He'd never felt anything before then, she made him feel and he was determined to feel something—anything—again. And he was certain she was the only one who could do it.
Tracking her would be difficult; he knew they just flew wherever they wanted to go. That put him at a disadvantage, he was fast, but he knew with those wings of theirs he was no match.
He analysed in his mind the most likely place she would be. The equation was complex, he knew she didn't have any particular place tying her down, he knew they would probably want to cool off after all that's happened, so they would go somewhere they could relax. Where would that be?
He knew her father was Jeb Batchelder, but from what he heard they weren't on the best of terms, her mother was Valencia Martinez; did she even know her mother? He didn't know, but he'd find out.
He shook his brown hair out of his eyes and looked around, almost as if he was expecting her to pop out of the trees.
Any day now, he thought, it's only a matter of time.
A/N. So this is my first Omega fic, I'm not sure if I'll continue this, but I just had to write even just one chapter. Omega was one of my favorite characters, but after book 3 he was never mentioned again. He's just so…interesting. He doesn't feel, he's not good or bad, he just obeys and I always wondered what happened to him. I'd prefer Omega over Dylan any day because Dylan is pretty boring, there's nothing really special about him, but Omega is different and his character has so much potential. I might continue this, might not, we'll see.
-Indy