By the time Deaton finished with the girl, Scott left, Isaac fell asleep on my shoulder and Erica was asleep with the radio on in the car.
"Maybe you should go home. Your crew seems to be tired," Deaton told me referring to Erica and Isaac.
I passed a glance at the mysterious girl then looked up at Deaton. He sighed, "She'll be asleep for a while," He paused. "She's in bad shape, Derek. Whatever happened to her has happened more than once. She's almost lathered in Wolfsbane, and..." He trailed off but I kept my eyes trained on him. "She's lost her ability to heal quickly. She heals but... about ten times slower than you," I sucked in a sharp breath. This was the last thing I wanted to hear. Why can't you just lie to me, Deaton?
"Because then you would complain about not being informed," He countered. Shit did I just say that out loud? "Yes, you did," I narrowed my eyes at him but he only smiled good naturedly.
Shaking Isaac awake, I stood up, stretching my cramped muscles and looking at the girl once more. Something clicked in my head but I couldn't quite place it. Something made a connection but to what I didn't know. "Let's go, Ike," I commanded when I noticed he was staring at her too. He ducked his head and followed me to the car.
Isaac crawled into the back, happy to lie down as I turned off the radio and tried to be quiet as not to wake the wicked witch from her beauty sleep.
Isaac had fallen asleep again by the time we made it to the station. He had school in the morning so I didn't want to wake him again. I simply turned off the car, put my chair back and slept with them. And what a horrific sleep it was.
-X-
Lightning cracked above my head and thunder boomed across the sky. I jumped upright only to find I had a needle in my hand. I could tell it was attached to something but my vision was blurry. I cried out in fright as lightning struck and thunder cracked again. My senses were damaged. I couldn't really see or smell but my hearing was sharp. Always the sense I wish I never had.
A soothing man's voice called to me over the storm. I might have been relaxed by it but the storm scared me too much. Too many memories.
The cracking of the whip like thunder.
The blinding of fire like lightning.
I was plagued with memories of my endless screaming, begging, and pleading. Too many sounds cluttered my weak mind and I didn't know what was real anymore. Then again, even in a different state I never did.
I didn't want to be here. All I wanted was to be alone. Left alone.
I heard a beeping noise that seemed to be in time with my heart. It rose steadily as the table under me dissipated and the air around me grew thick. Somewhere in the chaos I could hear his deep, sickening chuckle. Daring me to defy.
An agonizing scream was ripped from my lungs as the cold metal prick of a needle dug into the soft flesh of my arm. It traveled up my veins, seeking its destination to my heart. I could feel it spread to everywhere in my body. I knew only pain would be the effect. Searing, blinding, agonizing pain. Please, I begged, not again...
I knew I was fading fast. I couldn't feel anything but my muscles forcibly relaxing and my mind coaxing me back into the darkness that had been my savior for so long.
My fear evaporated and my eyes drooped shut. The calm voice reached me again but I was beyond help. Maybe he'll let me die this time... I doubt it. You're his play thing. Your only purpose in life is to serve an Alpha.
I whimpered. I knew The Voice was right. I knew I was worthless. But it didn't feel the same... I felt as if I was in a different place.
A place away from the pain. Away from the torture. Away from my own misery and agony.
But I know it's too good to be true. I know it's just Him playing tricks on me. I could never have such a thing. Not me. A worthless Omega.
