Harry ||18||
Harry paced in front of the metal door, his fingers threading through his messy mop of curls. He tugged at them, his nerves growing more and more shot with each second that ticked by. He could feel him, the alpha with a tremendous amount of anger. He wasn’t too far from where they were, and Harry could practically smell the anger that was dripping out of his pores.
He didn’t know who the alpha was, but he knew he needed to get to Louis. This alpha posed a threat to the small omega in the room, and Harry would tear him to shreds if he was even in the same room as him. As the strange alpha grew closer, Harry could hear his heavy breaths he exhaled through his nose, hear his heartbeat that was beating ten times the normal rhythym, and smell the scent of a freshly risen alpha.
Everything began to turn a red tint as Harry’s alpha grew, making his back straighter, his vision clearer and his canines grow. This new alpha was out for blood, Harry could sense that, and the feeling this alpha gave him was one he wasn’t comfortable with. He was used to fighting alphas that were experienced, not ones who had just changed not even ten minutes ago. They were always the most aggressive ones, but they also sucked when it came to fighting so if need be, Harry could take this alpha out at any time he wanted to.
Finally, the sound of the lock clicking open reached his ringing ears. He shoved past the nurse and ran into the room, spotting his omega on the bed. His nose was suddenly clogged with the fresh scent of blood, and it took him only seconds to spot the blood that stained Louis’ once white sweatpants.
Panic took over, and his alpha retreated. He rushed to the bed and pulled Louis into his lap, ignoring the fact that his pants would become stained with blood too. All of his worries about his father and the experiments began to fade away, his focus now being on the small boy who was shaking in his lap as tears streamed down his red cheeks.
“Louis, what’s wrong?” He asked, trying to keep his voice calm. He didn’t want to scare him like he had just scared all those people out there.
He lifted his large hand up to Louis’ cheek and wiped away the tears, his thumbs collecting the salty water. He began to rock out of instinct, knowing that the small movement would calm him down. Louis sobbed loudly and through a cracked filled voice, he told him that it had hurt.
Harry growled loudly, and set the boy beside him before he began to pace the small room. He has already attacked the leader of this whole fucked up organization, and pissed off an alpha enough that he has changed for the first time in his entire life. How much more could he do? Well, he could always attack all the staff, killing most of them, and sneak him and Louis out?
Nope, that’s out of the question. The two would be on the run for the rest of their life, if they didn’t get killed in the escape. They would never have one free moment to themselves. They would always be glancing over their shoulder, afraid that if they weren’t alert twenty four seven, that they would get captured and killed.
All of Harry’s thoughts went silent when his nose was attacked by the retched smell of the alpha, which was closer now than it had ever been. His head snapped towards the door and his canines grew, sharpening to a fine point that could rip through flesh with just a single ounce of pressure applied on it.
“Don’t move,” Harry had growled at Louis just as the door was sliding open, revealing the doctor that was his father’s second hand man.
His eyes were yellow, his small canines bared in a threatening way. Harry eyed the small alpha, assessing him and finding each of his weak spots. He noticed how fast the alphas heartbeat was beating, meaning that if he were to puncture his juggler the doctor would bleed out within seconds, and nobody would be able to help him.
He also noticed the faint sparkle of regret in his glowing eyes. Harry smirked, knowing that if he held even an ounce of regret for what he was doing, then the alpha wouldn’t let him lash out. “Hello,” Harry said, his voice deeper than he had intended it. He felt as his canines sunk back into his gums, shooting small little pains throughout his mouth, and his fingernails sink back into his fingers.
His alpha had analyzed the other alpha, and decided that he wasn’t much of a threat. He was practically a newborn, meaning he had no control of his alpha and he wouldn’t know how to fight properly, even if his life did depend on it.
The doctor let out a guttural growl, one that had Harry laughing, but his small omega cowering back. Glancing over his shoulder one time, seeing Louis was hiding under the small blankets, he knew what he had to do. Stalking forward, he easily grabbed the doctor by the back of the neck and threw him out of the room, then followed after him.
Evan, which is what Harry thinks his name is, slid down the hallway on his back, his head bouncing on the tiled floor. “Instead of trying to fight me, which will undeniably end in your inevitable death, why don’t you go and take care of your boss?” Harry asked, his arms crossing over his chest as he stared at the doctor in distaste, watching in amusement as he scurried to his feet.
“We have unfinished business,” Evans said, his now frantic eyes searching Harry’s eyes, his alpha cowering back when he seen the larger alpha’s eyes shimmer, meaning his alpha wasn’t as asleep as Harry had acted like he was.
Fear seeped out of Evan’s pours, his freshly risen alpha retreating when he realized just how dangerous this really was. He had been so sure of himself before because he knew what Harry’s weaknesses were, but even then he knew his alpha was no match.
“You’re right, we do,” Taking a step forward, Harry began to rub his bottom lip with his pointer finger. “What are the side effects of the stupid serum you gave the omegas?”
Thump
Thump
Thump-stutter-thump
Silence
Harry’s ears pricked at the sound of Louis’ unsteady heartbeat. He tried to find it again, but no matter how hard he listened, there wasn’t one. “His heart stopped,” he growled as realization dawned on him. Before Dr. Evans could even react, or properly regain his footing for that matter, Harry was already in the room, his hands pressing on Louis’ fragile chest.