This kid looked different. Even with his body broken by grievous injuries, Jack could tell he was taller and longer-limbed than most omegas, and his clothes weren’t exactly the fancy couture worn by the high-class mates of Jack’s associates. Plain shirt and tie and pants, like he’d just been plucked by one of Hyperion’s own cubicle farms.
The blood looked black thanks to the night, looked like something was eating the omega alive. It covered his entire body, soaking into his clothes and matted into his hair. Jack could see every awful detail as he knelt by him, hand floating out to caress the sliver of air around his skull, suddenly too afraid to touch him.
What you’ve all been waiting for…finally the amnesia AU from months ago. This doesn’t encompass all my ideas for this story, so if you wanna see more, let me know.
“A Quiet Night on a Dark Country Road”
Published
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