DelaneyThe Underworld looks just like I remember it; the only difference is that this time, I feel unwelcome, and I’m not just imagining the looks I’m getting from the people I walk past. The meeting is held in Francesca’s bar. I’ve never seen so many people gathered in one small place all at once. People are standing because there certainly aren’t enough chairs, and I spot Francesca standing at the bar, though I don’t approach her. Matteo is greeted like a celebrity, which makes me wonder how Paola and Pollux didn’t know him prior to our meeting in the tattoo parlor. We’re eyed curiously by a few people, and I wait to see how this will unfold. “Welcome you all,” Matteo says in a loud, booming voice. “Thank you for being here. This is the first meeting we’ve had in…what? Five years?”There are murmurs of agreement, and he continues. “I’ve been upstairs for a long time, but no amount of fresh air will ever beat being down here with all of you. This is a place we’ve built with our s
AlecThe hunt that I’d been looking forward to was meant to be today, but after this disaster, it’s been forgotten. Pushed aside. Instead, I’ve been hunting nonstop for ghosts. The Omegas that were serving us have been questioned endlessly, and they swear that they have no knowledge of anything, even when beaten and tortured. I think we’re wasting time, but the grief-stricken Alpha Fredrick thinks that we should start killing people. Maybe then, the others will be encouraged to speak up. Being an Alpha is keeping up with appearances more than anything, and showing that you’re intimidating and fearless. Everything I do—every order I give—is to maintain the image that I’m formidable. But this is something I don’t agree with. These people are innocent, and we accomplish nothing by killing them when the real culprits are still on the run. Culprits like Delaney Waters and whoever is working alongside her. I believe that we didn’t catch any of the Omegas in the rebel army, and it would
DelaneySomeone has been following me, but I don’t know if this is just in my head or whether it’s truly happening, and that terrifies me. I first noticed a shadow standing over my shoulder when I left the bar after having dinner with Paola and Pollux. I turned to look over my shoulder and didn’t see anyone, so I brushed it off. However, I had this distinct feeling of being watched by someone. This morning, the same thing happened. There’s a meeting at the Omegatrix, so we left the house at around nine. Sure enough, I had this feeling that someone was lurking in the shadows, but I didn’t see anyone when I looked over my shoulder. I think it’s paranoia, mainly because of the last time I was here. I’m still haunted by those men that came down here looking for me and had to be cut into pieces. I don’t know if I should mention it to someone. What if it’s more Gammas from one of the Alphas? I’m wondering this when the door opens and Matteo strides in. He’ll be staying down here for some
AlecI haven’t been able to move from my position. I’ve been sitting behind my desk, my body covered in blood, for the past two hours. The hunt has finally ended, and I’m horrified by the things I’ve seen. I was always aware that many Alpha-borns, Beta-borns, and even Gammas, hated Omegas, but I didn’t know how bad things could get until I saw the carnage first-hand. They’ve ruined the hunt for me, and it was an event that I always looked forward to. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to go to one without recalling what happened. It wasn’t just about killing them. No, Alpha Fredrick and his cronies were determined to make the Omegas suffer as much as possible, and they did this by attacking a single Omega in groups and then tearing their limbs apart before killing them. Sometimes, they’d let them bleed out. They’d cut people up and leave them to bleed. It was horrible. I killed as many as I could in the most humane way possible. It was better than letting them suffer in the hands o
DelaneyOur mission is meant to be upstairs, and so we leave through one of the many unconventional exits, and make it to Pollux’s Ford. He still hasn’t told us what the mission is about, and it’s honestly so frustrating. If he understood just how anxious this whole thing makes me, maybe he’d be more eager for share the details at a much quicker pace. I get in the backseat, and he starts the car once Paola closes the door. He then turns his body around, and says, “Here’s the thing: there was a survivor from the hunt. A guy. Matteo wants us to fetch him, but he didn’t make it known because he doesn’t want to alert anyone.”“Why not?” Paola asks. “I thought we were all meant to be trustworthy. Does that mean that he trusts us?”“Yes,” Pollux says. “He does. He trusts us way too much for first-timers.” His eyes then land on me when he says, “I guess it’s all your fault, Delaney.”I frown. “What? That he trusts us?”“Of course,” he replies. There’s something off about how he says this.
DelaneyMy ears are ringing when the car finally comes to a stop, and I'm all upside down. I look around, only vaguely aware of what's happening. Paola and Pollux are in the front seat. She appears to be passed out, and he's stirring and groaning in pain. I look around for the guy we rescued, and he's sprawled to one side, still passed out. His legs look broken, but I don't know if they were like this before he got in the car.I groan as well as I try to get out of the car. Beside me, right close to my ear, I hear footsteps, and when I turn my head slowly in its direction, I see heavy black boots. Then, the door is opened, and a loud metallic sound follows this. The sound is too much for my poor ears, that are still ringing. Then, without wanting, I'm pulled out of the car. A cry leaves my lips, and from inside the car, I hear Pollux call my name. "Delaney!"The man grabs the back of my coat and hauls me up so my knees aren't touching the ground. He's pretty strong. He's taking me
Delaney I let my head hang as exhaustion and pain overtake my body.I don’t know where pain ends and exhaustion begins. I’ve never felt this way before. This is the kind of pain that I never thought existed, and what makes it worse is how much he’s enjoying this. He steps back, and I don’t look up to see where he’s going. My blood is all over the floor. I know that most of these injuries will heal if I have the time, and they’ll do so seamlessly, but the psychological scarring is something I’ll never get rid of. If he doesn’t kill me here, I’ll never forget this until the day I die. My mouth is parched, and I taste blood in it. I don’t know how many hours have passed. One? Two? Four? I’m worried sick about Paola and Pollux, and the Omega man that survived the hunt only to be possibly killed in a car crash. I feel responsible for what happened to them. I should have covered my hair. Beta Whittle would never have recognized me under a hoodie. I hear the sounds of things being move
Alec “But she’ll be alright?” I ask the healer. For the past five minutes, she’s been telling me the extent of Delaney’s injuries, and the more sickened I become. I should’ve killed Wade a lot slower. Him and his son, for putting her through this. “Yes, she’ll recover,” she tells me. “But she’ll need three days. The burns on her legs need to be closely examined. She could develop an infection and end up losing them.”I close my eyes, then nod and thank her. The healer, Anna, returns to the room and leaves me alone in the corridor. I had to bring her to one of the safe houses reserved for me and Carla if a war ever breaks out. These were built during the times when the last Omega rebellion was happening, and they haven’t closed them down. I’m glad my father decided to keep his because it’s come in handy today. I had nowhere to take Delaney. This is the only place I could think of. Anna won’t tell anyone about this, and in any case, she doesn’t know anything about Delaney. Besides,