Harry ||14||
Harry watched through tinted eyes as Desmond slowly walked out of the room. His eyes racked over his father's body, taking in the way the black tie was hanging tightly around his neck, to the fingers from his left hand that were curled around his right wrist, his arms locked in front of him as he stood straight, looking stereotypically how the leader of the council was supposed to look.
His thinning brown hair that was streaked with white was disheveled, but still looked neat, and his brown eyes were locked on Harry, a green ring rimming his pupil as his alpha began to rise and assess Harry, much like the younger man was doing to his father. Minutes passed before either of them spoke, nobody in the hallway even daring to breath in fear they would set one of the alphas off.
It was Desmond who broke the silence, his deep, raspy voice echoing in the hallway and wrapping around Harry's body, feeling as if it would suffocate him. "I never meant for you to get hurt in any of the experiments." were the words he spoke, the words that wrapped around Harry's heart tightly, like an iron fist enclosing it and refusing to lessen its grip.
His head swimming, Harry glanced up at his father and scoffed almost silently, the noise only being audible to alpha's ears. "So the whole, "Don't harm a hair on his precious head" was just an act? You knew exactly what was going to go on during those experiments?" Harry questioned rather than stated, lifting his arms in the air and doing air quotations, the simple movement having more than just one persons heartbeat pick up speed.
Rolling his eyes, Desmond began to fiddle with his tie, his eyes not once leaving Harry's. "I wouldn't call it an act, I would call it a father who knew exactly what the doctors intended to do to his son's alpha. A father who was warning them, letting them know they better take it slow or it would be their asses hanging above my fireplace." The last word he spoke rang throughout the hallways, his alpha growing and trying to make him seem more threatening then he actually was.
"So, it has been you this entire time?" Harry growled, the overwhelming pain he had just felt moments prior, now dissipating, his anger burning it out of his system. All he could see now was red. His vision was rimmed with red and his eyes were pinned on his father, his alpha watching his every move.
"Oh Harry, stop acting like a child and get over it. So I had you thrown into a few tests. It wasn't like I would let you get seriously hurt." Desmond spoke, his eyes focusing on something behind his son, giving his head a slight inclination before he turned his burning gaze back onto Harry.
Standing up straight, Harry growled under his breath and pointed at a scar that started just below his right nipple and ended at the top of his belly button. "What the fuck does this look like? You think I liked having my fucking insides played with? That I liked being shocked when my alpha acted up?" His voice grew deeper and more threatening, his alpha growing irritated with Des.
Rolling his eyes yet again, as if on instinct, Desmond reached into his pocket and pulled out a large syringe full of yellow liquid. "You've left me no choice." He said, shaking his head as he slowly began to walk forward. The elder alpha thought he could out smart Harry's alpha, that he could get the jump on him because he was older and wiser, but he couldn't have been more wrong.
The second Des even started to move closer to Harry with the needle, the boy growled loudly, the sound echoing throughout the halls and sending a shiver down everyone's spine, and spun around, pushing the male that was behind him against the door harshly, creating a giant dent in the metal door.
"Thought you could fucking trick me?" Harry asked as he slowly, ever so slowly, turned around and pinned his gaze on his father, his eyes darker than they have ever been and his alpha angrier than it had ever been. He took a large step forward, and Des took a step back, his alpha warning him that they were no match against Harry, even if they were older and had more fighting experience.
"Have you forgotten so quickly? Do I need to remind you just what I can do?" Harry asked, laughing loudly, the noise animalistic and not at all human. He watched helplessly as Harry crouched down, the younger boy showing his sharp canines before he lunged at his father.
Des stayed completely still, his eyes screwing shut as he waited for impact, an impact that never came. He cautiously opened one eye and standing in front of him was Harry, who hadn't moved an inch. Furrowing his eyebrows, Desmond patted down his body, his eyes widening as he realized the syringe that was previously in his hands, was now gone.
"Looking for this, father?" Harry asked, lifting up his right hand and showing the needle with the yellow liquid inside caught firmly between his thumb and pointer finger, a grin plastered on his face. Inhaling shakily, Des realized Harry could have done a lot worse but he hadn't, so he took a step forward and extended his arm.
"Give me the needle, Harry. You have no idea what it is you are messing with." Des said calmly, his face neutral. He didn't want to freak out and show Harry how important that syringe full of liquid was, knowing that his son would keep it, or even possibly break it, just to piss his father off that much more.
Twirling the syringe around in his fingers, Harry slowly began to walk towards Des, but stopped when he was a few feet away from him. "What is it?" He asked, glancing down at it curiously. He knew it must be important, especially if it was his father who was carrying it around. His father, who apparently he knew nothing about.
Flicking his eyes behind Harry, he shook his head softly when he seen Dr. Peters and Jenna come into view at the far end of the hallway. "Come, join the party. The more the merrier, right?" Harry asked as he stepped aside and turned around, grinning widely at the doctor and the nurse, who he had heard coming a few minutes ago. He inhaled deeply, his eyes darkening when he smelt another scent on them, a scent that belonged to a female.
"Do you guys enjoy what you do?" He asked as he stared down at the needle, becoming entrapped in the way the air bubbles moved from the top to the bottom every time he tilted the needle even the slightest bit. When nobody answered, he glanced up from underneath his eyelashes and pursed his lips in a slight pout.
"Nobody wanna talk with me?" He asked, pouting deeper when a few seconds passed by and the only thing that he was able to hear was his fathers steady breathing, and Jenna's and Dr. Peters' heavy breathing. "Fine." He murmured and shrugged, suddenly sidestepping and locking his free arm tightly around his fathers neck, tightening his hold on him when his father began to struggle and pull at Harry's arms.
Lifting up the syringe, Harry placed it in between his teeth and took off the cap, spitting it behind him, before he placed the sharp tip against his father's neck. "I wanna know what the fuck is in this and I wanna know why the fuck you guys are locking me, and other people up for your special little experiment." As he spoke, he applied a little pressure to his father's neck and watched with bright eyes as a bright red drop of blood began to form around the small hole in his father's neck.
Desmond's body suddenly went limp in Harry's arms, causing his muscles to buldge even more as he tried to support both of their weights, though it really wasn't that much of a struggle. "Giving up so..." Harry began, only to be cut off when he heard quite sobs coming from his and Louis' room. He strained his ears, taking note of three different heartbeats, one much quicker than the other two.
Growling loudly, Harry shoved the needle into his father's neck, marveling as multiple people began to scream. Carelessly, he shoved his father's limp body down to the ground and stepped over him, leaving the now empty syringe sticking out of his neck.
He pushed past all the people who were running to check on his father's unconscious body, trying to get oxygen back into his lungs to help him do what Harry had been denying him the ability to do when his arm was crushing his neck... All of them trying to help him breath.
"Take me back to my room." Harry snarled when he reached Jenna, acting as if he hadn't just injected his father with an unknown substance that may or may not kill him, but he honestly couldn't care. Each experiment he had been placed in when he was younger could have killed him.
The experiments grew more and more dangerous as they continued to test how strong his alpha truly was, but they had no idea what would finally kill his alpha. They had no idea if one of the higher bolts of electricity could have killed him, and his father had never stopped them, so why should he stop the liquid that is now coursing through his veins, the liquid about to take affect at any moment?