Free Web NovelChapter 23: A Brave Beta Be Like (2)
Maybe it was the mysterious voice that kept whispering, or maybe it was just having someone giving clear orders in the madness, but everyone seemed to find their strength. The betas who’d been knocked down started getting back up.
Some started to pull down the sun-blocking panels, hands trembling. Others propped up the parts of the blimp that had been broken, and some even found tape to cover up the hole blocked by the table.
As the windows were closed off one by one, the mutants outside lost sight of the people inside and finally took off, deciding to go after the alphas that were flying outside.
Inside, the last wild humanoid head was squashed under the foot of the alpha. The space, once full of gunfire, screams, and shaking, finally went quiet.
They could still catch glimpses of the sky outside through tiny gaps in the sun-blocking panels. The crazy fight between the alphas and mutants was still going on. The danger wasn’t over, but inside the dimly lit cabin, a brief moment of calm came. The scared passengers started to come back to their senses, breathing heavy, thankful they were still alive.
Serge, having used up all his strength, collapsed onto the floor, surrounded by blood and bodies. But they were still alive.
The alpha who’d just given him a kick offered her hand to him.
Serge looked at her hand. It was a lot bigger than his, wrapped in bandages, rough with hard spots, and covered in blood and dirt. It was a strong hand, a firm grip that easily pulled him up from the floor.
She was probably younger than him, and not taller. But being an alpha gave her such tough hands. And with those hands, she bravely saved everyone here.
She helped him up, rubbed her fingers, and started to laugh. "Ah, this is the first time I’ve held a beta’s hand."
She wasn’t some fancy military officer, just an ordinary alpha from a regular background. But she had a big, bright smile. Serge opened his mouth, wanting to say something.
Then, out of nowhere, something happened.
Just as everyone was finally starting to relax, a hole popped open in the top of the blimp, where it was all shadowy. Acid was dripping down the edges of the hole, showing it had been eaten away by some super strong acid.
Outside the quiet, acid-eaten hole, the face of a middle-aged, bald man appeared. This giant skull, sneaky and unnoticed, had slipped into the space between the blimp’s balloon and cabin during all the chaos. There, hidden away, it had licked a hole in the ship with its strong, acid-filled spit.
It had waited there long, striking just when the young female alpha laughed. Its sharp, barb-like mouth parts stabbed through the hole in a flash, spearing the young alpha, lifting her whole body, and yanking her out.
Its stealthy, pinpoint attack and takedown of the strongest person there almost made it seem like it was thinking and had a plan.
The speared alpha blacked out, her head hanging and hands limp, her body held up on the long spike, her red blood dripping down onto Serge’s face.
Just moments ago, this strong alpha who had fallen from the sky had given him and everyone else courage. But now, even the alpha had been taken down. Big drops of red blood splashed on Serge’s face.
This has to be a nightmare, one after another, never-ending, just like hell, Serge thought.
A hand in a sporty sleeve reached out in front of him, grabbing the bleeding hand of the alpha in mid-air. The arm was as pale and delicate as any beta’s, and a drop of blood stained the person calm face, too.
It was Kestrel.
Kestrel held onto the alpha’s wrist with one hand, nearly lifted off the ground by the monster’s strong pull. But she didn’t let go, her slender white arms holding the bleeding hand of the alpha, struggling to pull back.
A drumming sound started, seeming to come from some mysterious place, each beat stirring the blood of those who heard it.
Serge snapped back to reality, rushing to help Kestrel hold onto the alpha’s hand. Four hands held onto the bloody arm, fighting the monster to keep the alpha from being pulled away, but even with the weight of two people hanging on, they couldn’t beat the strength of the mutated monster.
Nicole jumped in, hugging Kestrel’s waist. Another person rushed up, one by one they held onto each other, fighting to pull the speared alpha from the jaws of the monster. Finally, like a game of tug-of-war, they yanked the speared alpha from the monster’s mouth.
The blood-soaked alpha fell unconscious, tumbling with everyone else onto the floor. In the chaos, before Serge could get up, he saw someone pick up the alpha’s gun that had fallen on the ground.
It was Kestrel.
Serge was kind of surprised to see the girl, a beta like him, pick up the gun. She clumsily lifted the heavy weapon onto her shoulder, knelt on one knee, pointed the barrel towards the hole in the ceiling, and fired.
She missed, the monster outside the hole dodged. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm
The strong kickback knocked Kestrel backwards, she fell on the ground, but quickly got up, rubbed her shoulder, and readjusted the gun.
"No way she’ll hit it," Serge thought, "That gun’s too heavy and that creature moves too fast. It’s so quick, it’s hard for the eyes to track. Only an alpha’s vision might be sharp enough to see it."
But oddly, the once speedy monster seemed to suddenly slow down and look confused at this important moment. It stopped cold, its muddy eyes looked blank, and spit slowly dripped from its mouth. It gave Kestrel, who was still figuring out how to aim, a chance to fire again.
Bang. The second shot hit the monster’s face. As if snapped out of a daze, the monster’s mad face disappeared from the hole in the ceiling. It had been hit, but not bad enough to kill it, and it had only made the monster more careful for now.
Kestrel stayed on one knee, still holding the gun, her eyes locked on the acid-dripping hole.
"Help her." She said.
Serge froze.
"Help the alpha." Kestrel ordered, not taking her eyes off the hole, "She’s still alive."
