CHAPTER 15 - FAILING
Dream was challenging Dr. Soot. But his aggressiveness was blinded by his rut.
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Orlando, Florida Tuesday, 9:12 p.m.
Time was flying right in front of George's eyes. But as every second dragged by they were infuriating him more and more. Because two commanding Alphas were bickering at one another in front of the Omega.
And it drained every last scrap of energy he had to refuse to obey one of the hormones. His hands gripped the side of the mattress, knuckles fading color to a white. Dr. Soot had let go of George from his threats, but both of them knew he wasn't finished with the Omega.
"I'm not doing shit!" Dream protested face-to-face with the other Alpha. George wished the blonde could see what power Dr. Soot had over Dream. But to the Omega's dismay, the Alpha was over-casted by his rut. Like it was a blanket laid over the blonde, blocking the consequences that were waiting ahead.
"You will." Dr. Soot snorted like he couldn't believe Dream was still refusing. George was slouching on the side of the hospital-like bed. His tail end twitching, frustrated.
"George!" At once he heard a desperate cry of his name. "Tell me where you are!" The Omega knew it was the drugs implanting things in his ears. But he couldn't help but turn around.
He saw nothing but a crowd of people in lab coats, confusion left him like a ghost. He took the trace of Karl's sweet, draining scent.
Karl! Please help me! George coughed up a purr, and he turned back around in embarrassment. Silently wishing that his thoughts reached Karl, wherever he was. He stared at the floor, seeing the time traveler's face reflecting off the tiles.
I don't know where I am, but you have to find me. He echoed these thoughts in his mind, and his eyes watered. Swiftly, he shook the dragging thoughts away, but it was like they had a grip on his shoulders and wouldn't let go.
He started to remember when he fell into one of Karl's portals. He saw things he shouldn't of, but at least it was a heads-up on what is to be expected. George wondered if he could change something to not end up in the situation he accidentally saw. He considered his options but shooed it away.
Looking up, Dream's arms were still cuffed painfully behind him, his wrists were swelled with red all around the metal. He was straining against the shiny grey, preventing him from taking violence into the situation.
"Make me." The blonde took a bold swipe into the heat of the moment.
"I won't make you." Dr. Soot was in a surprisingly controlled state. He knew his ranking but found a way around it.
A swift eye contact was made between Dr. Soot and George. Then he realized it was a signal to the other lab workers. Many workers swarmed both Dream and George, too many to count. The brunette attempted to make sure the blonde was alright. Though, he failed under the swarm of heads and ears.
Hands were probing the brunette everywhere and ended up putting him onto the bed and lying down. "George!" Dream's cry was drowned in by the crowd.
Before the Omega knew it, he was being held down onto the bed. But never attempted to escape. He found it troubling to get power in this state or even a word. All he could stare at was the cold tiled ceiling, hoping this would end soon.
As the workers pushed him further into the mattress, he knew it meant something was worth resisting. His eyes watered from the overwhelming smell of commands and fear.
His body jerked at the feel of a needle steady itself pointing at his forearm. Its cold, pointed tip was ready to break into his veins, just like the testing at the school.
"Ready on your command sir." The brunette couldn't tell whose voice it belonged to. But it didn't matter, it was going to be accepted by Dr. Soot any moment.
"Ready for what?!" Dream's concern stabbed George like a knife to the heart. Although the Omega couldn't see the blonde, he guessed the Alpha could see him. In such a powerless state, though the embarrassment was the last on his mind.
"The heat injection of course."
"Heat injection?!" The blonde spoke what George was in shock of. "Are you going to force him into a heat?" By now, the brunette could see the Alpha and his anger. Despite being held down, he cowered into the mattress at the sight of Dream.
"Too many questions. Do it." With Dr. Soot's approval, the scientist pushed the needle into George's veins. A wail of defeat left the Omega, something shattered inside him.
George hated every heartbeat he was in this room, but abruptly, he couldn't take it anymore. The hormones were finally getting to his brain. And something told him Dream could sense this.
"No!" The Alpha yowled in protest. "Stop what you're doing! Everyone!"
The harsh prick in his arm, before he knew it, was gone. They had taken the needle out as fast as this whole situation had started.
The crowds of people were in clumps now, all backed away from the blonde. Including himself, they all seem to shrink under the sudden outburst of the Alpha. Even Dr. Soot.
"As a main Alpha, all of you will follow my commands."
The brunette stared in horror, this wasn't his best friend. These words would be something never imagined him. The Dream George knew would never use his ranking to overtop others.
The blonde's eyes were darting from side to side as if he were waiting for someone to challenge him. When no one did, he continued.
"You will let go of him, and you will back away to that wall." Dream lifted his left ear and directed it at the back wall. And soon, everyone followed.
The hands on the brunette's body all gave way until nothing was restraining him anymore. He sat up, his posture was crooked and uncared for. George could only watch, as everyone was hypnotized into commands. He felt sick as if it was his doing, it was miserable. He was getting burnt from the inside out.
"George, come here we are leaving."
Whether he denied it or not, a choice wasn't an option. His body led him to Dream's side, the Omega smelled the air, desperate to have Karl's scent around him somewhere.
When beside the Alpha, the blonde signaled to George to go ahead. In a rush, the two headed for the same door George was locked out of not long ago. He needed to tell Dream the exit they were going to wouldn't budge. But when he tried;
"Er, Dre-" His words were caught in his throat, and ended up coughing it up instead. The duo halted.
"George, get the door." Dream directed with his head, making it obvious he was unable to do so himself. It was pointless, but an order was an order, he'd just have to show the blonde it wouldn't work.
The Omega frantically fiddled with the handle. Though, just like before, the handle would not give way.
Once again, Dream refused to resort to failure in this situation. His rut seemed to have the blonde by the tail, taking over his whole body and head.
"Which one of you has the keys to this door." The Alpha scowled at the crowd, all pressed against the wall in terror. It felt like they all eyed George as if they couldn't believe he was standing so close to the blonde.
"W-we don't have those keys" A voice croaked.
Abruptly, it looked like Dream was about to pop. The Omega thought it was obvious there was a door on the other side to try. But it seemed all Dream could see through was a small hole, with only one obnoxious option. The blonde opened his mouth to shout his clouded thoughts on the response, but finally, George had enough.
"Dude!" The brunette yanked his hand away. "Can't you see the other door Idiot?" Dream shot a glance to the other exit, he was dumb-founded for a few seconds. He snapped out of his daze, and glared at George, like he was offended he was corrected by a lower rank than him.
"Next time, you will-"
"There will be no next time, who do you think you are? Give me back Dream!" George was at the last end of his rope. Out of everything that happened, losing his best friend was the last tug.
George's ears grew hot, and he could feel every vein in them throb. The tension between the two was too high, the lowest rank was challenging the highest.
Something shot in the blonde's eyes, like fireworks. Whatever it was, his eyes lit up, just as fireworks do when they explode in the night sky. But his eyes were ignited with rage, not light.
"Now!" Dr. Soot's voice rang through his ears. Spinning on his heels, he realized too late that they were getting ambushed.
The two yowled in shock, the crowd was like swarming bees, and they cramped around each other until the Omega was gasping for air. The lab workers had attacked the duo when the Alpha's commands had weakened. The blonde's daze must have put him off from his control, giving the others their chance.
Two hands chained themselves to George's. And once he felt the cold metal stab into his wrists, he knew it was over. The clanking made his ears sore, he wailed at the feel of the cuffs tearing at his skin.
Unexpectedly, Dr. Soot leaned around, breathing down on the brunette's ear. "You got lucky because that Alpha likes you."
Without time to react, George was forcefully pushed by the back. He was shoved and thrust towards the other exit. Going through the door, Dream was not far behind him. He half-expected the Alpha to protect him again. But the other only had his head low.
He realized they were heading for the room Dream was once in, before he joined him in the testing room. However, he was directed towards the second one and its door.
The Omega spun around as Dr. Soot spined a key in the lock. The head lab worker still had a tight grip on his cuffs. Before he was shot into the room, he saw the blonde getting the same treatment.
Stumbling into the room, Dr. Soot undid the metal from his wrists, slamming the door on his way out. The brunette got a good look at the residue left where the cuffs were. It was swollen and bruised, but healable.
Looking up at his surroundings, it was a shitty white-tiled room. A giant piece of glass replaces the wall on the side of the door. A single bed sat miserably in a corner, one thin blanket sprawled on it.
On the opposite to the bed, an extra wall stuck out and around. Going on the other side, he found a toilet and a sink. Sighing down-casted, he went to the bathroom.
The Omega dragged himself to the bed, it felt like balls of weight were chained onto his ankles. The mattress was thinner than the blanket, it was better than nothing.
Curling up to face the wall, he finally registered how exhausted he was. All that ran through his mind was the supposed heat injection. Was it just a cover-up for something else? Or will it work?
Whatever it was, George eventually drifted off into an uneasy sleep.