Survivor

 

Alpha Alex McNally tread slowly as he moved through the warehouse, his eyes narrowed as he silently surveyed the rooms. The source that had lead to the raid on the building had informed them of were experimentation happening, the answer to the riddle of the missing person rumors that had echoed around the city in shushed whispers. The pack had acted swiftly, briefed and what he had thought was prepared as to what to expect. This had exceeded the horrors even he foresaw.  

His stubble jaw clenched as he passed by the medical table, where the mutilated corpse of a child lay still strapped. His fists and eyes tightened as he noticed the face, twisted into a horrific silent scream, teeth bared through dark bloodstained skin, and furrows in the table where nails had clawed desperately for a freedom that never came. Thick eyelashes settled over blue orbs briefly, as he realised not even death had come swiftly or painlessly to the little one before him. 

Unable to stand anymore he turned and walked back through the corridor and into the main floor of the warehouse where his men stood silently, faces somber and pale. The stench of fresh vomit and fear from his pack, rose above even the smell of death that hung heavy in the air throughout. His eyes ran briefly over each and every pack member, noting the distress and sorrow in their features and slumped shoulders. They needed to finish this up fast and get out of here.   

"Sir?"

A voice to his left had him turning and connecting his gaze to his second.

"Did you find any survivors?"

"No Sir. It seems they knew we were coming and killed them all."

Bile rose in Mac's throat, he swallowed it and continued. 

"Is that all the rooms, Sam?"

"One left Sir. It was locked and chained so i had to have an omega fetch a bolt cutter. From the scent surrounding it i fear it is more of the same. I can handle it if you'd rather..."

"No. I'll finish this. I need to know exactly what occurred in order to report to the elders. Lets move quickly, i have no desire to stay in this place longer then necessary. Give the order to commence removing the dead."  

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His stomach turned at the bloodied mess before him, welts so deep in the tiny naked frame slivers of white bone showed clearly through the red congealed tangle of skin and flesh. The barbed whip,lay unbidden upon the ground,its cruel barbs still,though its very presence had Mac shudder, the cracks of its history echoing in his brain, he looked at the bound form before him. He would give her a decent burial. The woman had suffered too greatly in this room to let it also become her grave.

Moving forward, he reached up to untie her hands when he stopped. Her hair had fallen in thick strands, matted with blood and sweat, over her perfect angelic face, her cupid bow lips, cracked and bloodied, but it was the small husk of air brushed against his cheek  that had him pausing, his eyes focused on her lips, before shaking his head slightly.  There was no way she was alive.  His fingers touched the coarse rope binding her wrist milliseconds before blue eyes clashed with green.