Omegaverse: Origins

Alpha and Omega

A slender, pale youth with surprisingly beautiful blue eyes sat in a  small room,blankly staring at the wall of the small room he was being kept at couldn't help thinking of how fast everything had changed in his life. His dad whose existence once had been to him akin to an all powerful deity that had control of his fate had been tumbled over. As a child he'd been entreated thoughts that one day a hero would come and save him from his father. From a young age he'd been wary of him, there was something vaguely alarming about him. All his life he'd struggled to fulfill his father's expectations, he remembered once when he was still very young a neighbors daughter had said to him that he was very brave, unafraid of everything that usually scared other little children. But he himself didn't think so, the fact was that he was very afraid of his father, he was afraid that he'd one day be deemed useless or weak and thus be tossed aside or worse. He always strived to make himself into a better kid that his father would approve off. But to get results he had to strive twice as much as other children. Whether it was emotionally or physically it was hard for him to become the sort of person his father thought he ought to be, to make matter worse it seemed that his body had a stubborn tendency to remain slender and delicate. 

"Your mom died because she was weak, her body was weak, mentally she was tough until she got pregnant with you. You were her downfall, so for her sake you have to strive harder" That was something his father kept reminding him all the time. He wanted to run away or retort to some things his father said, but he never dared. The teen was uncertain on how his father would react, the bloodstains that sometimes appeared on his clothes were too strong of a disuative and yet he despised himself for it, he wanted to be stronger and rid himself of the shackles of his father's control over his life.  And that night as he'd held onto that knife, fully convinced that he would soon embark in a road of no return to hell that youth had suddenly appeared in front of him. Like a hero out of a comic book, cool and handsome, he'd saved him from either certain death at the hands of his father or a miserable future in which he'd forever hate himself, and had offered his hand to him. It was like a ray of sunlight in the dark night. He really wished to meet him again, but currently he was being kept in isolation, having to submit to lab tests and had been told he was an "Omega", a unique existence. Dealing with a lot of things all at once was making him anxious. 

All Gammas were made to wear a collar in the lab, the reason is that when Gammas were in heat and a Delta managed to get their hands on them they liked to bite the Gamma's neck, they couldn't control themselves so the end result was always the pitiful Gamma's death by a torn neck. Deltas wouldn't usually bite others but when Gammas were in heat they often tended to have a strong impulse to mark them. To prevent that from happening just in case a Delta managed to reach the Gammas in heat the collars had been implemented. However the teen didn't have one due to him still not having had his first heat yet. Also due to him being a unique existence he was being kept in an area apart from other subjects, which was a relief for Lance who hated visiting the Gamma area.

Lance arrived to the place where the boy was being held, previously with his father's help he had managed to get a special pass and had been given clearance to show the teen around the lab as long as it was not a restricted area. He used the card he'd been given and swiped it to open the door of the room the boy was at. Once it was opened, he didn't rush inside at once, instead he stood there at the entrance and smiled gently at the boy, unaware that it was the first genuine smile he'd shown in quite a long time.

"That time I caught you, you could've tried to run, but were in fact very obedient" Lance said as he stared at the boy in front of him. He had a small frame and looked rather delicate, the clothes the lab had given him to wear, some sort of pijamas, clung loosely to his body and made him look even younger, it was still hard to believe the boy was only 3 years younger than himself.