Omega Virus

Meeting Destiny

    In the beginning of the year 2020, a strange viral pandemic exploded overnight. At first, it was thought to be just another flu strain. Those who came down with the virus, generally weren't very ill and recovered within a week. Of course, just as with any flu virus, there were unfortunately casualties. Most fatalities were elderly or those with weakened immune systems. The pandemic lasted six months and ceased just as abruptly as it had begun. Everything was returning to normal, or so everyone thought.

   Suddenly, a new outbreak was in the news. An outbreak of violence. Men were being sexually assaulted by other men. The first victims were straight men and their attackers all claimed the same things. They to were straight, having never been attracted to men before. The attackers claimed a smell the victim gave off drove them to lose their minds.

   And so, the victims became the center of attention. Put under a proverbial microscope and tested extensively. Then, one of the victims fell ill. A doctor noted how his sudden illness mirrored her own previous pregnancy. She did a urine pregnancy test and was floored by the results. An ultrasound was immediately performed and the doctors asked why the victim hadn't stated they were transgender? But, he wasn't. He was indeed born a male. And so, all the victims underwent testing. Each man inexplicably had developed a complete female reproductive system. They became known as omega's and the virus that caused their mutation, was known as, the Omega Virus.

   Now, it's the fall of 2023 and omega's comprise less than 1% of the world's population. They generally don't interact with others, for fear of being assaulted like the first omega's were. A university professor at a well known medical school, is researching a cure. Or, he at least hopes to find a way to help protect the omega's from their own pheromone emission.

   Unfortunately, having never actually met an omega, he has little to go on. He's sitting in his classroom at the university, his long legs propped on his desk and his head tilted back. His dark hair has grown a bit shaggy lately, but he doesn't have time to get it cut. He removes his glasses, pinching his nose and sighing in exhaustion. His large brown eyes flutter closed and he folds his arms.

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   The new janitor is starting today at the university. He's wearing dark blue overalls, but he's feeling like he's on fire. He realizes he only has one room left to clean and the university seems pretty quiet. He unzips his overalls, tying the top around his waist. He's wearing a snug tank top, it clings to his well defined pectoral muscles and shows off his biceps. He pushes his cleaning cart to the door of the last room and snorts a laugh at the nameplate, Professor X. He knocks, but enters getting no response. He's still chuckling softly, running a hand through his dark brown shaggy hair.

"Professor X, huh? Gee, I wonder where he hides the X-Men." The janitor chuckles, emptying a trash bin and jolting at quiet laughter beside him.

"X-Men? Hm, the only X-men I know are my actual ex's." Professor X says, stretching and looking the janitor up and down. "You new?"

"Uhm, yes sir. Sorry." The janitor says, quickly moving off to empty another trash can.

"What's your name?" Professor X asks, watching the way the janitors muscles ripple with his movements.

"Y." The janitor says, pulling out a broom and beginning to sweep.

"Uhm, because I'm a friendly guy?" Professor X says, scratching his head. The janitor chuckles, pulling up his overalls to show his name tag.

"No Prof, my name is Y. Just the letter." He shrugs, going back to work.

"Y Lee? Wily?" Professor X laughs, shaking his head. "And you were cracking jokes about my name?"