Claiming Dias (book 1 of Alpha claiming series)

135

Chapter 5

Ana

Clank…. Clank …... Clank……

Metal tapping against metal is all I hear in the darkness that surrounds me. My mouth is so dry I feel like I have not had a drink of water in days. Groaning I try to lift my head up, only to wince at the pain in my neck. Raising my eyelids takes more effort than I have so I start working on my memory. Remembering tad-bits of what happened before I was put to sleep, a second time, forces my stomach to flip raising bile into my throat.

Clamping my teeth and lips shut tightly I swallow it back down inhaling deeply through my nose brings another assault against my senses. The stench of piss, body odor, and all forms of pheromones assaults my mind as I start sifting through the many scents. Letting loose a quiet moan of discomfort I finally hear the clank clank clank getting louder. The fog that has settled over my mind slowly starts to lift as I try to open my eyes again. Confused I blink my eyes lids as if my vision has disappeared, I try again only to realize it is not my eyesight, I righten myself and adjust my sore limbs.

“So cin guin” ( so you live) Someone whispers to me. Blinking my eyes to clear the haze in them I cannot tell where I am, or who is talking to me. I take note of the metal bars surrounding me and the hay on the ground that I am sprawled on. The chill in my bones lets me know I have been here for a while without coverings. I open my mouth to talk causing me to cough from the dryness of my throat. I just groan my protest at all the pain throbbing through my body.

“Ennas na- nen bowl at I níf -o I cage, if cin tur- get na ha.” (there is a bowl in the front of your cage if you can get to it) A soft whisper carries through the space between me and the other female. At that, I at least know this female is not one of those white coats. I sigh and raise up on my elbows slowly lifting my head off the floor looking around. It is obvious she does not speak the same language I do, but I hold onto hope that she and I will be able to communicate.

Lifting my head, I see where the edge of a bowl is by the dim light cast into my cage. Scanning the remaining surroundings, I find there is little else in the cage with me, not even another person. One small movement at a time I crawl towards the door of the cage until my hand bumps something in the dark. It is covered in fur and squeaks loud enough to startle me. it scurries away from me into the pitch black of the cage. I apparently now share a cage with it. The Stench of a rat lingers making me feel even more filthy as if small animals are climbing all over my skin.

“Where are we?” I finally manage to speak out words dispute the scratching sensation in my throat. The words manage to press past the dryness in my throat, as I feel around the floor for the bowl of water. I am sure the rat was drinking out of it just moments ago.

“Mín are in i talv (we are in the ground), Testing Grounds for Reinforcement of Neurogenic hain nall- ha, Im nall- ha udún.” She lets out an exasperated sigh the words she spoke clearly not of her tongue, but mine. I have heard the language she is speaking, by the scientists, and it is unsettling. My skin starts getting clammy dispute being cold to my bones.

My hand bumps into a wooden object that sloshes liquid onto my hand. there is a small light coming from the hallway, but it does not touch inside my cage. it is just barely enough to illuminate parts of the hallway floor. Grasping the edge of the bowl with one hand I search for another edge with my other. Grabbing it between my hands I take a small sip allowing the water to soak into my mouth before swallowing it. The taste of the water suggests it has been sitting for days, which brings the question to mind. How long have I been asleep?

“Girl, how long have I been out?” I rasp out between sips of the disgusting water. It tastes like dirt and has small shavings of hay floating around in it. I am fairly certain the rat did not help the taste of the water either. Forcing myself not to think too much about what is or was in the water I quickly swallow more.

“Hain nall-nin Om-135.” (they call me) She sighs before slowly speaking reiterating what I did not understand, my silence being a dead give-a-way that I don’t understand her. “won-firty-ive … dey …tellll.. me” Her breath swooshing out of her in a rushed exhale as if she had not spoken my language in a long time, or barely at all. “ú- an, Im ind cin were firn, tile you w-o-k-e.” (I thought you were dead until you woke) she sounds out the last word trying to correctly pronounce it. she skids across the floor making the littlest of noises “Cín est- na-? You - nam?” (what is your name) she slowly sounds the words on her lips in my language, her resilience amazes me. Just the thought of her trying to communicate with someone in a completely different language. She must have been here for a long time, to have been able to pick up on some of the words used.

“My name is Ana, why are you called 135? Do you not have a name?” I stop drinking the water and glance where the sound was coming from. “Is this a lab of some kind? What do they do here?” I have a feeling I know some of what goes on here, but I need to know more. My head is still pounding like it has been split open by an ax. My mind is slowly coming around to remember every detail that happened. My hands drop the bowl causing a loud clatter to reverberate through the cells, my hands spring to my body feeling for anything abnormal. Biting my lower lip, I close my eyes when my worse reality is realized, I am still naked.

“Im gar- baw est- other than OM-135. I was nún hi. They do tests on us.” (I have no name; I was born here) 135 Trails off quietly the sadness in her voice is crushing to listen to.

“No more talking mice” a man’s voice thunders from up the hallway making me stop dead in my thoughts. Flexing my nostrils scenting the air I smell the stench of annoyance wafting down the hallway. “What kind of tests do they do?” I whisper not heeding his warning too well. Sliding my fingers along my arms feeling the pinholes along my arms. A single tear slides down my cheek. Frustration wells inside causing several tears to make tracks along my face. ‘What do they plan to do with me?” I slightly question not expecting an answer.

“Shh... Nall- baw more gwen” (shhh cry no more girl) 135 mutters barely audit-ably as I hear the hay on the ground rustle for a moment before the noise dies down to quietness again. So quiet I feel like I could hear a fly zipping around.

Crawling quietly, I reach the bars and rest my face against the cold metal bars closing my eyes. Trying to focus on my breathing to calm my mind of all the questions. The stench of the beta guard grates against my nerves holding me in reality. I will get the answers I am seeking, just not right away. I need to bid my time and stay alert so I can find a way to get out of here, I do not want to end up like 135. I can only feel pity for the girl who has lived her whole life in a cage letting these scientists do who knows what to her.

Crossing back over the floor as quietly as possible I start searching for cracks in the wall and faults in the flooring. It is not long before I end up at the haystack on the floor, I woke in not too long before. My stomach growls as pains shoot through my abdomen adding unfamiliar problems to my already sticky situation, I have found myself in. I search the other half of the cage circling back to the bars at the front, I find the water bowl again but nothing else. Cursing to myself I circle to cage a few more times committing it to memory. I sit on the hay tucking my arms against my stomach as it growls again.

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The stomping of feet drags my attention back to the outside of the bars as they come closer down the hallway. Creeping into a crouch position I wait for whoever it is to come to my cage. A low grunt comes out of the monstrosity of a person that stands in front of my cage; I have to crane my neck all the way back to see the top of their head outlined from the dim light up the hallway. I can hear him scent the air around my cage and his fingers grip the cage tighter causing the metal to groan under his strength.

“You smell sweet little thing. I hope they give you to me during your first cycle.” He sneers dropping a wooden bowl causing the contents to spill out of the bowl.

“Touch me and I will kill you” I growl out before I can think about the situation. I press my trembling fingers against my stomach.

Cycle? Is he talking about a heat cycle? A realization dawns on me I have found myself in the same situation my mother was in.

A growl permeates a space around me causing my body to clamp down on itself. Trying to shrink away from the monster of an Alpha before me. “I will take deep pleasure in making you submit before I give you anything you want Little Omega.” His voice drips with a deadly venomous tinge, his scent dripping with Alpha dominance that my body aches to submit to. I refuse it, mentally I have to override the instincts screaming at me to submit.

The hunger I had just some time before, fades into sickness as I take his words in. I have never been through a cycle, not yet. I do not intend to go through one around this beast either. I grab a handful of dirt and hay as I creep closer to the bars, I throw It into his eyes growling like a feral cat. “Never”

“YOU LITTLE w***e, how dare you! You will pay dearly for your disrespect of me.” He roars out grabbing the bars with one hand the bars groaning under his strength as he tugs against it. His other arm raises to rub his eyes.

The guard trots down the hallway to see what the hullabaloo is about. I can see his lips turned up and his checks formed into little balls as he laughs lowly. He grasps the beast's arm pulling him back towards the entrance of the hallway.

“Let’s go see the doc and get your eyes cleaned out, she seems to be a feisty one.” His laughter can be heard echoing down the hallway as they walk somewhere else in the building. A hard slam of metal is heard echoing down the hallway. I turn to face the direction 135’s cage is and crawl over to that side of my cage. The cold bars meeting my bare flesh, giving me something else to concentrate on.

I grasp onto the bars to sturdy my trembling hands. “135 tell me what is going on here? why did that monstrous oaf say that?” I cannot help the shriek in my voice as I try to calm my nerves. Taking deep breaths, I mentally kick my mind into gear.

“Ho na- a Alpha (he is a); Cin ceri- ú- know (you must know)?” She goes eerily quiet for several moments. The air takes on an acid twang to it and I know it is her fear, I can just picture the fright on her face. “I er na- (that one is) Ajax, Ho (he) has been hi a an anand (here a long), long time, Ho (he) gets erui (his) pick of omegas.” 135 lets out a tattered breath telling me she was just as scared of him as I was.

“The tests, what are the tests 135?” I whisper to her, covering my mouth as tears threaten to fall. my hands will not stop shaking so I clasp them together and hold them to my chest. “I need to know what they are going to do to me,” I whisper so meekly I am not sure if she catches my questions.

“Hain breed- ammen, Hain belth- ammen.(they breed us, they kill us)” Her voice stops as if the darkness consumed her. “Kill uhs.... breed uhs...” is the last whispered words in the dark I hear. A lone sob echoes in the silence.

Sharply inhaling I put up a brave front and encourage her “go on.”

“Ha na- Omega cuil.” (it is an Omega’s life) She reluctantly offers the last bit of information, like it means something to me.

“I’m sorry 135 I didn’t mean to upset you. I cannot stay here. My father... will be looking for me.” I do not know the first thing about comforting another, but words can only do so much. I have never lived with another omega, I do not know the first thing about escaping this place, but my mind is made up. “IF” I emphasize, “I can get out of here, I will try to take you with me.” I offer up, more for comfort than truth, I know I am a bad omega, but I do not know what else to say. My father was not one for talking or comfort.

“Im don't anír- na bel- … No die.. (I don’t want to die), I'm anír- na guin… live….(I want to live)” 135 trails off in a whisper so quiet I can barely hear her. She sounds like she is hanging onto a thread of hope.

“Me neither” I simply reply, what else could you say to that?

I slide to the haystack once more and lay in a curled-up ball on it. The straws poke into my bare skin causing discomfort to spread across my skin. There is not much I can do at this point other than to watch carefully and listen to what is going on. Maybe I can figure out a way to get out of this cage when they are not watching.