Power of the Omega

Chapter 6 - Hello? Wolf?

After an hour or so - maybe? It's not like there's a clock in here or anything, that's just my best guess at how long it was - I was bored. And from some of the sounds coming from around me, I wasn't the only one. Groaning, I sat up and saw Rachel, who smirked.

"Yeah, you get used to it eventually. Just be glad when it's not you," she muttered, glancing over her shoulder. I followed her gaze and could see figures a couple of rows over, obviously going at it.

With a groan, I lay back down and closed my eyes. So, I was a werewolf apparently. Had that been my wolf I'd felt when waking up? And, if so, what had happened to make it all disappear? I hadn't felt any of the urges or strong feelings since, nor had my body suddenly moved about on its own again.

My fingers moved up to brush against the raised skin of my brand - or whatever it was - again. Was this why? What was it exactly? And why turn us into werewolves? If my neighbors weren't pulling my leg with that part of the story. Then again, they'd seemed to be truthful with everything else, so why make up something so unbelievable to add in?

My eyes still closed, I tried to reach that part of me from earlier. Hello? Um, wolf?

After moments of silence from within (and plenty of noise I was trying to block from without), I finally opened my eyes up with a sigh. Too many distractions and the feeling from within was silent and calm. Perhaps I will feel something again later. I sat up again, trying to find something to distract myself. Christie was curled on her mat, apparently sound asleep. I guess after a year of this hell, you weren't bothered by it anymore.

I turned my attention back to Rachel and saw that she was already watching me. "Yeah, it sucks. Nothing to do here but them, which is how they like it."

I was already growing used to having to decypher the faint, breathy words of my neighbors. The only reason I could think of for why we weren't allowed to talk would just be... control? It seemed to drive everything else here in Hell, so it was probably the right answer. I glanced away toward the empty cell beside me before responding. "How many of them... us...?"

I could see Rachel's shrug out of the corner of my eye. "They have sections, it seems. There's the boss man who burns us and his guards, but usually we just see the one guard in our area. Though sometimes others will come by to 'visit' as they like to call it." This long explanation was made longer by the necessity of halting sentences to hide the fact we were conversing. Though, from the sounds around us, it seemed the guards were busy with other things than finding chatting prisoners. I was glad for the caution though, as my back was still on fire from earlier and I wasn't eager to find out exactly how they punished us. I had a good idea from earlier.

"As far as us, no idea. Suck ups like Christie disappear after a while. In fact, she'll probably vanish soon..." I felt alarm flood my system at that. I just lost a friend yesterday? two days ago? I already hated this place for how time didn't seem to exist. And now I might lose another?

Rachel seemed to sense my reaction. "Nothing bad, at least I don't think so. They only take those who suck up to them and do whatever they say." Another slight shrug. "Guess I won't find out where they go anytime soon. And neither will you," she added with a smirk.

Well, it seems that while I had a fan, I was going to have a rough time with the guards. The sound of footsteps coming close forced Rachel and I apart as I looked to see what Hell was going to bring next.