Be My Escape (Phan)

Be My Escape

*cough* definitely not based on the linked song *cough*
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(Dan's POV)

Almost the moment I turned eighteen,
I was swept away by the government.

They came in the middle of the night, telling me to pack a bag with minimal belongings and come with them immediately afterwards.

"You have two minutes." One of the accompanying betas barked.

I obediently stuffed a change of clothes and my favorite childhood teddy bear in a small backpack. I knew better than to not follow the orders of alphas and betas; I'd seen what happened to disobedient omegas.
Barely a second after I zipped the backpack up, I was grabbed by the forearm and yanked out of my childhood home without so much as a notification to my parents.

The beta who was gripping my arm led me to a sleek black government car and pushed me through the already open door.

I grunted at how forcefully I hit the seat.
"Oof!"

Suddenly, another beta sitting in the seat next to mine spoke up. "Be quiet, omega."

I jumped a foot in the air, hitting my head on the ceiling.
"Agh!" I hissed, causing the other male's jaw to set.
Flinching, I let my instincts take over and forced myself into a submissive quiet.

He nodded in satisfaction as the car started up and sped away into the night.

***

We must have been driving for hours. By the time we reached our destination, the sun was starting to rise.

I didn't dare ask where we were going.

The betas ushered me out of the car immediately after it stopped, and pushed me into a line of other equally confused and afraid omegas.

"Do you know where we are?" I asked the person in front of me, tapping her on the shoulder.
She whipped around and stared at me with wide, frightened eyes.
After a few moments of silent eye contact, she slowly turned back to face the person in front of her.

Minutes later, an official looking alpha, probably the commander, stood to the side of the widely stretching line of omegas.

"Welcome, omegas. This is 'Breeding Camp #9'."

Wait. Breeding camp?!
So that's why I was here..
I had heard stories of people being taken unwillingly to bear children to alphas they would never know; they surgically injected omegas with the seed of an alpha for them to become pregnant. The father or mother who gave birth to them are never allowed to even see their babies after they're born.

Tears formed in my eyes at this realization. How soon would I be forced to breed? Today? Tomorrow? The day after that?
I no longer heard the alpha's words as my thoughts overtook my mind, coating it with fear and worry.

Eventually, a pair of betas came around. They split in half; one person giving each omega a pair of plain white cloth pants and a matching shirt, while the other gave everyone a name tag with a number on it.

It was as if we were livestock.

When the beta officials made it to me, one pushed a bundle of clothes into my arms while the other stuck a tag over my heart with #2217 printed on it.

They continued down the line, not even stopping for a breath inbetween omegas.

"As you can see," the commanding alpha boomed, clearing his throat, "You do not have names here. You are merely tools for us, nothing more. Understood?"

The line nodded glumly.

"Good. Private Nelson, Pierce, take them in."
The two betas that had been handing out clothes and tags solute stiffly, and began to usher the crowd in.