Project Population Maintainance- //Klax//

Chapter One

January 4th, 22xx
Morning-(9:00am)

-Maxim's P.O.V-

It's been about three days since I was taken away to go to this horrible training place. I was finally explained as to why we were taken here, and that this has been going on for years. Surprised my sister didn't tell me this, since she would usually tell me everything. Apparently, this is our preparation time before we go to this like, war thing? Whoever survives and comes on top, gets to win -obviously- and the reward is that you get to go out into the real world and, well, live your life as you like.

It's some sort of sick way to decrease and maintain the population, which is really stupid. There has to be another way to do this, right? The P.P.M. could've told people to make less babies, maybe be gay or something. Another thing they do is pair up strong Alphas and Omegas to make children against their will, how fucked up is that? You can't even choose your own pair!

I'm still in the lobby as of now, just before we get sent into the training course so we can train to get stronger. I look around me and I see teens just like me, all of them boys who have just turned 18 or 19, who have been suddenly taken to this hell hole by random strangers who came into their house and snatched them away. There is only one issue, however, and that is I'm probably the chubbiest guy in the room. Sure there are some people here with a little bit of pudge, but with how much I eat I wouldn't be surprised if I was heavier than them. Most of the boys here are tall, muscular, and look like your basic jock to bully guys like me, and that kinda terrifies me out of my wits. My sister was always around to help me with bullies, but she's not here anymore.

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"Maxim stop eating all the food!" My sister shrills at me, dropping the bread and cheese in the plastic bags she bought a while ago. She grabs the sandwich I was in the process of making and shakes her head at me, disappointed.

"I'm sorry Misha.. I'm just really hungry...." I hang my head in slight shame, I can't help it, with mom and dad gone I have nothing but food to help me calm down.

"Look Maxie.. I miss mom too, but she's not here and we already know dad doesn't give a sh- crap about us. But, you can't keep eating all the food I work endlessly for, We need to have enough food to survive on our own and if you keep eating it all I won't have any money left over to get us other necessities and maybe even some luxury items." My sister pulls me into a hug and runs her thin fingers through my hair, parting the strands neatly down the middle.

"I know, sorry sis" I smile, handing the sandwich to Misha who looks at it with a slightly scrunched up face

"We're going to need to work on your cooking skills too if you're ever going to have a mate because that isn't at all appetizing.." She snorts at me, I'm offended.

"Hey! That's mean." I laugh with her

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Everyone else makes small talk to people beside them, and I feel tense standing alone in the open space. I fumble around awkwardly with my hands, hoping nobody notices. My awkwardness grows when I notice some obnoxious blonde comes and sits next on the chair next to me and begins loudly chatting to their friends.

The large double-door handle turns with a loud creak, grabbing the attention of everyone in the room. A huge male with a scar on his left cheek enters the room, eyeing us all down before clearing his throat.

"I'm sure you have all been informed as to why you are all here," he looked up from the clipboard he was carrying to check our slightly startled expressions. "Right," he muttered quietly. "What you didn't know is that you will work in a duo." Just as he said that, people's expressions seemed to light up, looking at their friends as if it was a group project.