Edward came home late, crankier than normal. Another plan to get the penguin had failed spectacularly, but it hadn't been his fault this time. Fuck no, if that beta bitch Barbara had just kept her trap shut- but no. Of course not. And Oswald who should have been dead weeks ago was still alive and kicking. He yanked the door to his apartment open with a snarl, mostly wanting to rip out someone's throat. With his teeth.
There was a bouquet of flowers on his kitchen table.
For a moment, Edward stood frozen, staring at it blankly. His consternation made him forget his anger, if only for a moment. He walked over to the flowers, noting the white envelope. He picked it up, turning it over. A plain white envelope, of the kind you could get in any stationary store anywhere. It meant nothing. He opened it, pulling out the contents. It was a photo of some kind, but too damn grainy to make out anything but a whiteish-grey blob. He turned it over, noting the handwriting. It was unfamiliar, uneven and shaky but fully legible. My name was Claudia, and you murdered me.
It took him a moment before he understood. A sonogram. Some sick fuck had sent him a sonogram and was accusing him of murdering a baby. An unborn baby. That was bullshit, he hadn't killed any pregnant woman lately and he stayed the fuck away from omegas. Well, except for-
Ed flipped the picture back over, staring at the blob with a horrifying sinking feeling in his gut. It wasn't possible. Or was it?
He was an alpha, sure, but not the strong macho type all the omegas wanted. In fact, he'd only had one omega in his life. Oswald. But it couldn't be possible. Could it? No, no it wasn't. It simply couldn't be possible.
He turned the card back over, hand shaking. Claudia, he thought wildly. Her name was Claudia, and I murdered her.
