Omega - Prologue
Omega – A Superhero Novel Reborn from Alpha Male
Prologue:
The woman stood with her toes curled over the building's edge, thirty stories over the street. The city lived and breathed below her, the people, the traffic, all of it. Her home.
She had been raised in the city and the view never failed to take her breath away. She let out a sigh of relief as she inched closer to the edge. With the railing pressing into her stomach, she yelled out in excitement.
It was a straight shot down to the concrete. The wind rose, pressing her black dress tight against her body while the excess fabric flapped in the breeze. She took a few steps back from the edge and sat cross-legged like she always did. Heels off, mirror out, smile rehearsed. She could do it all blindfolded by now.
He loves red, she thought, teasing a red earring with her free hand.
She set the shoe down, opened her purse, and checked her face with a small mirror. Her lips were full, pouty and covered in bright red lipstick. She tried to fix her hair, but the wind was too strong and she finally gave up. A part of her thought she looked like a whore. But that’s what he liked. Or used to. Or said once, years ago.
Her phone buzzed in her purse again and again.
The screen read “Babygirl.” She tapped the screen and answered. “Hey, sweetie!”
“Is everything okay at home?” she asked over the wind.
“No, I’m downtown,” she said, still checking her teeth in the mirror. “I probably won’t be home till later. Is daddy around?”
She paused. “No, of course not. I promised you I wouldn’t do that anymore, remember?”
Then she saw him—just a speck above the skyline. Right on time.
“My ride’s here, sweetie. I gotta go.”
She paused again, then whispered: “I love you too.”
And hung up.
She slipped the shoes back on and stood up next to the edge. She placed the phone in her purse, took out some lipstick, and tucked the purse beneath her arm. After applying even more red to her lips, she smiled and waited until she could see the red of his costume. He was getting close.
She smiled once more, pressed the lipstick to her lips, and climbed the railing like it was a ritual.
Then she jumped.
The roar of the air drowned out everything. Her stomach dropped. Her arms flailed.
She couldn’t breathe. She didn’t want to.
This was always the best part.
And just like she imagined, he caught her. She felt the quick dip of his body as he compensated for her velocity. When she did this the first time, he explained how she would die if he just caught her. Such a gentleman, always looking out for others. He was a true hero.
“Oh, Alpha! I knew you would catch me!” she said, throwing her arms around his neck.
“Lillian, we’ve been over this. You can’t keep doing this. You know what the doctors said.”
She sobbed. “But I love you-”
“That’s why I’m getting you help.”
“But…who’s going to take care of my girl... our girl?” she asked, almost in tears.
“I know someone at the child services office. I’ll make sure she gets placed somewhere safe until you are better.”
“No! No!” she said, pulling her arms away from his neck. She began pounding on his chest instead. “You can’t do this to me! I love you!”
She stopped fighting and cried, as the hospital came into view.
He never slowed down.