The discovery of Black Hole Jumping has not started to infect my life. The Union started to train some soldiers to maneuver and pay them very high bonuses for this. Everyone knows that means they may never come back.
A month passed since he came to this island. The Union seems to have figured something out about Black Hole Jumping, although at the expense of the 'glorious contribution' of a few thousand soldiers. I'm almost indifferent to such things now. There is no room for those glass-hearted in this world.
During this period, I increased my time wandering around on the island. Strangely, the island used to feel like just a living place to me, now it seems a theme park for me to explore. I always have this horrible habit that I could not recognize that is approaching. Or even if I know it is approaching, I still want to just focus on the things that please me.
Today is another Monday, so we have the grand morning meeting again. I heard him saying that a group of people from our island will be sent to the Jumping training, including himself. Then he read a list, containing the names of the selected people, mostly Alphas, some stronger Betas.
So after the morning meeting, I stopped him. Some passersby looked at us with strange eyes.
"Why am I not on the list?"
"Because you are a Beta, and hmmm... a very thin female Beta."
I do not want to tell him that the reality is even worse. I'm actually an Omega using inhibitors to pretend as a Beta. I will be anywhere you are, I thought to myself.
"So what? Let me go there", I said to him.
"I won't let the impossible happen", he replied in his usual voice.
I felt so helpless as five years ago, in the airport. "But I really can't see you go there alone." Again, I'm almost begging him.
"Oh", obviously he is wavering. "I won't be alone."
"Then add me."
"No, no one will have the capacity to protect you."
F**k you, I said silently.
We started staring at each other again.
3 minutes later, I started to feel hot all over. Probably it was because I was too angry, or maybe I wanted to do this long ago. My reaction inhibitor started to fade and I know the rut has come.
I struggled to squeeze two words out of my throat, "help me."