Page 35 of Unhinged Omega

cannot climb

dirt is too flat

too soft

cannot jump

too heavy

more metal than flesh

need to get to her

my moonlight

my omega

mine

roar in frustration

slam iron fist into ground

earth shakes

small rocks tumble down

soldiers yelp like animals

how dare they share her form

two arms

two legs

a face

blasphemy

but they are made of meat

she is made of light

smells so sweet

so bright

Chapter

Nine

COSIMA

Ijolt awake in darkness, still flooded with adrenaline from the grip of the nightmare I just escaped. My hand immediately flies to my neck. It was so real and recent, I'm surprised there's not a gaping wound torn in my flesh. The dream clings to me like cobwebs, but this time, the monster's face doesn't fade with consciousness.

Because he's real.

I saw him.

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