Omega X

Chapter 05 | The Blue Devil

The grey suit man finishes up his cigarette as his black eyes stares off into the distance. His silver slicked back hair strings along in the mild wind. Deep in the woods near the massive lake he waits for head chief of the Puleun Dosi Police Department. 

He leans against the back of his grey Mercedes-Benz Class SG car, impatience intruding his mind. As his irritation peaks, he hears a man from the nearby trees. 

“Mr. Mikhailov…” a voice trails off. 

The grey suit turns around at the sound of his name, he sees the head chief staring at him with a black duffle bag hanging from his left shoulder. 

“Ah, Chief Park, you finally made it.” Mikhailov throws his cigarette to the ground and approaches Chief Park. An older Regular Alpha with shortened black hair, his fat body clothed all in black, sporting sunglasses. “Did you bring what I requested?” 

Chief Park throws the bag onto the ground in front of Mikhailov, “Yeah… ten uniforms, badges are there too with authentic number I.Ds.” 

Mikhailov bends down and unzips the bag. After inspecting the goods, he stands up with phone in hand. He presses a few times. “The payment has been wired to you and your men. 100 thousand per as promised. The Black Veil wanted to personally thank you for your cooperation.” 

Chief Park nods his head in appreciation. He then hesitates, “We thank him as well, you too Mr. Mikhailov…. Uh I was wondering about the Pherasonex….?

Mikhailov shoots a sharp look at the meek police chief. Chief Park swallows hard and begins to sweat a bit. Mikhailov takes the duffle bag, throws it into the back of his car. He slams the side door before approaching the back of his car and retrieving a grey metal brief case. 

He throws the case at the chief. “My apologizes.” He coldly says. Who would know the police chief himself would be so ungodly low…using The Blue Devil itself.

The chief smiles, delighted and more relieved to have received the illegal drug… more so than the huge sum of money.

Before Mikhailov steps into his car, he sternly reminds Chief Park, “Remember, the cash and Pherasonex are to keep you and your men quiet. This includes anyone who asks questions, shut them down before a ruckus is made. If a word slips by, I will know it and definitely The Black Veil as well. If a bird chirps, we will snap its neck.” 

Chief Park sways his head up and down hurriedly in acknowledgment. 

“Well then, meet here next week at the same time. I’ll have the uniforms and badges ready.” Mikhailov heads to his car. “Oh and Chief Park.” He shouts. The Chief perks up at him. “Don’t overdo it with that shit. It’s not called Blue Devil for nothing.” With that warning, Mikhailov steps into his car. He watches in the rear view mirror as the unsightly chief vanishes back into the forest with those putrid viles. 

“One day I’ll repent for all of this…” he clenches the steering wheel as he bites his lower lip. He chews until the lip becomes raw. His hands clench harder as he can hear his teeth pierce the muscle, a somewhat type of crunch sound. He looks up in the rear view mirror to see he had bit through the skin and muscle…creating a bloody mess on his lips. “Yeah….one day.” 

Mikhailov starts the car and drives off, needing to prepare as fast as possible to complete orders given to him and his men. 

4 Days Later….

Mikhailov adjusts his uniform as he steps out of the police vehicle with his right hand man, who is also wearing a Puleun Dosi police uniform. Four of his other men are behind him with two other vehicles. He directed the last four to scope out the exterior of the house. 

He, with his five men behind him, walk up to the massive house before them, he adjusts the police hat to cover his face. Three times the charm… hopefully I’ll get answers here. 

Mikhailov knocks loud but softly. 

Knock…

Knock…

Knock…

Almost two minutes pass by, he looks over and sees that a white car is parked outside of the attached garaged. Suddenly he hears from his team of men. 

“Sector 078, we have a pair of balcony doors…broken.” 

“Copy.” Mikhailov replies. Bingo. He knocks harder. 

KNOCK!

KNOCK!

KNOCK!

He exhales a sharp sigh, signaling his impatience. I know you have him. As he lifts his fist up to knock again, one of the two massive doors open. He is taken aback by the owner of this house. Yun Seok…? The Director and owner of Yun Corporate International…a sleazy and shadowed company…. fucking perfect.

“Yeah?” Seok answers, whiskey glass in hand and almost empty. His hair is disheveled and his face appears to have not been shaved in a few weeks. His shirt hangs loose around his neck but hugs close to his abdomen, muscles easily shown through the shirt. He can smell his pheromones roam free…disgusting.

Definitely a Superior Alpha…

Mikhailov clears his throat. “Sir, do you mind?” He signals to his nose. 

Seok portrays a fake grin. “Ah sorry about that Chief.” He retracts his pheromones. “I’m just a bit grumpy having ten officers roam my house as if I’m a common criminal.” 

Mikhailov is taken aback. How the fuck did he know? I had four of my men sneak here by foot…

Quick to respond, he laughs it off. “I’m sorry about that Mr. Yun. There is an at-risk omega lost and presumed to be violent, we wanted to secure the property in case he was in the nearby area. I’ll retract them now.” Mikhailov uses his radio. “Sector 078 to Sector 567, please retreat back to the vehicles.” He curses in his mind. God damn motherfuckin Superior Alpha…

“Copy that Sector 078.” The voice over the radio replied. 

Seok stares intently at Mikhailov with silence, but with that silence he can feel the Superior Alpha’s infamous mania shine through. Ready to crack at any given moment. 

Mikhailov forces a smile. “As I said Mr. Yun, we are checking all residences and forest area for an at-risk omega. We need to inspect each house along the Puleun River bank. This omega is presumed to be highly violent and it is unclear if he has a weapon. Do you mind if we take a look inside?” 

Mikhailov makes a move to enter the house but Seok throws his hand to the frame of the door, preventing him from entering. His pheromones begin to swell out. 

Mikhailov, only a Dominate Alpha, retracts from the sudden aggression. 

Seok chuckles. “Chief…” he looks at the name tag. “…Park, you do not have a warrant to enter my house. You see, I love my privacy…I mean I fucking love my privacy. So when I have ten strangers from the inner city police force come knocking on my door and trying to peek inside and come inside, I get a little fucking grumpy.” He chugs the last bit of whiskey. “I really fucking hate when strangers interrupt my time off by prying inside my own god damn house!” He breaks the thick whiskey glass within his hand, shards cut his palm. Seok glances at his hands and slightly chuckles. “Sorry, I’m close to my rut so as a fellow…alpha…. You should understand a Superior Alpha’s moods before his rut?” Seok looks at the blood trickling down from his hand to his arm. “Damn, another good glass gone.” 

Mikhailov flinches. God damn it, of all people having to live here on the river bank, it has to be him. 

“Ah, my apologies Mr. Yun.” Mikhailov hisses through his teeth with a fake smile spread across his lips. “Still, if you can tell me if you have seen anything strange or witnessed anything at all—“ 

“What does this oh-so-violent-omega look like?” Seok suddenly asks. 

Mikhailov sneers. “He is about 5’2, 112 pounds, he is between 18 and 21 years of age, dark complexion and blue hair, his eye color is a shade of—“ 

Seok interrupts. “What makes a measly 5’2, 112 pound omega an at-risk person who is presumed violent?” 

“He has a severe mental health issue that severely inhibits him. He has audio and visionary hallucinations. His Alpha is a respective business man, all he wants is his omega home.” 

Seok’s eyes furrow at the response. He didn’t expect this much information to pour out. What a bunch of fucking liars. He knows this man is lying through his teeth about X. He keeps his poker face. “I haven’t seen any omega’s around here.” Seok runs his good hand through his hair. “As you can possibly tell, I’ve been stuck a lot these days inside my home due to the storm, and now my rut is due. But I’ll give the fine men from the inner city a call if I see that omega.” 

“Ah yes Mr. Yun, we shall be on our way but… my men did see a broken back door…it looked as if someone busted through.” 

Seok glares. “You do know it is Monsoon season right? A tree branch had broken free into my expensive French doors, which thank you for reminding me about that, and with the high gusts winds it had weakened my door frames. My repairmen can’t make it out until next week to fix them due to the damages the storm has caused to other properties.” He smiles. “Anything else?”

Mikhailov knows he can’t push further. Seeing how Yun Seok is behaving, pressing matters even more could mean public attention on this matter. That is something The Black Veil cannot afford. He will just suffer the wrath of him later…

“Ah sorry about that. We thank you for your cooperation Mr. Yun.” Mikhailov turns around with his men, before he retreats he gives Seok a stern warning. “Mr. Yun, this omega has refused his medications and is now missing, please be careful as he is not in his right state of mind.” 

Seok’s posture does not change. “Just tell his Alpha to keep him on a tighter leash if he’s that worried…friendly advice from business man to business man.” 

Mikhailov forces a nod and retreats to the cars with his men. Once inside the vehicle, he looks back at the front entrance through the side mirror, still seeing Seok staring at them. God fucking damn it, this is a fucking complete mess. 

Mikhailov starts up the police car and drives away from Yun Seok’s house. He has to check the last two houses, but a part of him has a feeling Seok knows something about the omega. 

Seok looks on as the police vehicles drive away. 

He takes a look down at his hand, in which begins to bleed worse. “Thank God for having the doctor who thinks he lives here now.” He slams the door behind him. He immediately locks it and strides towards his den. 

Inside the den, he lifts up the wooden counter piece and reveals the scanner underneath. He scans his hand and the secret door to his god forsaken room slides open. He walks in to see X sitting on the bed, not looking up. Aston is sitting on the floor leaning against the wall. Aston looks at Seok for answers. 

“Whoever they are, I got them to leave. I don’t think it’ll be the last we see of them, so we have to have caution.” 

X perks up and he notices Seok’s bleeding hand. He rushes off the bed, “Fuck, your hand…” he looks up at Seok. “I…I’m so sorry…” 

Seok is taken a back. He notices a distressed expression upon X’s face. “What’s wrong?” 

X purses his lips. “I…it’s nothing. I’m sorry…”

“X-”

Aston finally stands up. “Seok, I think it’s best if we transfer X to my clinic. I have a room there and we can have someone watch over him until we find out what is going on. You’re safety is at risk and we need to remove the one thing that is bringing that risk so—”

Seok rubs his temples. “So you just decided this within the little fucking time I was gone? What happened to the excited and proactive Aston? Just the other day you were wanting him to stay here to get better!” Seok growled. Aston flinches back, What the fuck Seok? 

Aston sighs. “That was before I knew how grave the situation was getting. I was excited possibly coming across a new omega, a new breed of them…but after the flashbacks X had and everything else…I…just for God’s sake look at your hand!” 

Seok laughs. “This?” He raises his hand. “This is a fucking scratch. I got irritated and broke my glass.” 

Aston rises up to his friend. “Seok! We have no idea what we are walking into! You can get seriously injured or possibly killed!” 

“Don’t tell me what I fucking don’t know and do know you prick.” 

“God damn it! I fucking wish you were a beta sometimes and not a moody Alpha!” 

X is shocked, this is the first time he has seen Aston so angry… even cursing. “Guys please.” X’s small pleas go unnoticed as the two men continue arguing. 

Seok’s eyes begin to shine orange. “Beta huh? What’s so great about being a low grade human! If anyone is capable of protecting X, it’s me! Not a lowly, weak, pathetic, mind changing fucking—“ 

CRUNCH! 

Aston punched Seok in the side of the face. It barely fazed the Superior Alpha. “Haha…” Seok laughs lowly. He grabs Aston by his shirt collar, “Our friendship goes way back Aston. If it didn’t I would crush your fucking skull in. So I’ll just do it hard enough that you won’t ever fucking do that again!” Seok raises his fist up. X gasps. 

“Wait! Stop it!” X grabs onto Seok’s arm. “Stop!” 

Seok glares at X, “Not now!” He yells. Seok, now an uncontrollable Alpha, swings his arm back to get the omega off him, not realizing the severe impact of his fist on him.

X falls back. SLAM! His back hits the bed frame. Hard. A huge deep red marking is clear on his right eye, the side of his face already swelling. X becomes unconscious from the sudden impact to his face. 

Chapter 5 to be continued in Chapter 5.2 | The Blue Devil