The omega’s body stiffens, grays, pales, shrivels, looking almost like a dry husk…
He collapses on top of me, pinning me down with his weight, and I groan because he’s not a small omega.
Now he’s lying across me, right over my stomach.
I curse under my breath.
Shit.
I really didn’t think this through. What the hell am I supposed to do now? I killed him and so what? I’m still chained up. Damn it.
To think I’m Blue’s nephew, yet the only thing I seem to have inherited from his genius side is the ability to do flashy tricks like calculating a natural logarithm to four decimal places!
I turn my head and look at my hands. Both are cuffed to the bed rail.
Uhmmm… wait.
I have really small hands and thin wrists. Maybe I could…? They don’t make standard cuffs for people like me. I’d need an extra-small or something.
I start pulling and twisting my hand with all my strength. I have to press my thumb painfully deep into my palm, and ithurts, scraping my skin, but after about three minutes of steady pulling I manage to free one hand. Yes!
A moment later, now knowing what motion works best, I free the other hand in under a minute.
Success, at least partially. I sit up, but then realize… so what? My legs are still chained to the bed frame, and there’s no way I can slip out of those. My feet are small but not that small.
I quickly search the omega’s pockets, but he doesn’t have the keys. What now, what the hell now…?
Wait a second. Could that energy I absorbed have given me a bit more strength?
I grab the bed rail and pull, but it doesn’t feel any easier than usual. And yet I feel that energy boiling inside me, coursing through me…
Then a terrible thought hits me, something no normal person would ever think of.
This energy…
Could I use it for something? Something truly monstrous.
Creating… an abomination.
I touch the omega’s cheek and try sending a little of that energy back into his body.
I let out a small squeak when his body twitches.
Oh fuck. What the hell. I curse, hesitating for a moment, trying to decide if I should keep going…
This is grotesque, disgusting…
Meddling with a deceased body, it sounds so wrong.
But I don’t have another choice.
I have to use anything I can, no matter how awful. Either this or Bay and I die.
So with that motivation, I try again, releasing part of that stored energy and pushing it back into the omega’s body.
It twitches again, this time head to toe. His legs jerk slightly.
This time I don’t pull out of that strange energetic connection. I hold him on a kind of energetic tether.
