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Over Drive
Chapter 1
Home Sweet Home
The Omega stood at the window watching the snow fall outside on the dark winter landscape. He was alone, left behind again, for his own protection his father said. His father and brother were out together, hunting for another monster. They were alive and eager for the chase. Dean rubbed a hole through the frost on the window, looking out at life and wishing he were with them.
He imagined the electricity snapping along his nerves, the scent of a hunt in the air. He loved it all and now it was taken from him. A month ago he had finally presented and instead of the expected Alpha he should be he was an Omega. He clenched his fists and hated his own body. It wasn't fair. Everything had been wrapped up in the Alpha status.
First he had thought it was just some sickness. His abdomen had hurt and then the cramps had started on the second day. Dad had pulled him from school on the advice of the nurse who, Dean now suspected, knew the signs.
He had been locked in his room with only his father and brother allowed through the door. A Doctor came on the third day and confirmed that he was transforming, creating new organs and setting himself up for a new life. The full transformation would take months but the painful, violent assault on his body happened in the first week.
By the fifth day he was in so much pain that Dad was administering painkillers every four hours. The fourth hour, waiting for his father to open the door, was torture, pure and simple. He could feel the tearing between his legs as a new opening burrowed into his body. His bed was bloody and wet. He had a T.V. for entertainment during the long hours of his transformation but when the pain peaked all he could do was stare out the window, watching the smudged, polluted sky.
Many hundreds of years before the world had rebelled against the abuse of nature's systems. A lot of the world's forests and fields had burned because the rain cycles were completely disrupted. Rain no longer came where it was needed and the population starved as food supplies dwindled. There was mass death from starvation, from disease, from the complete disruption of a society based on once dependably productive farms.
In desperation mankind had turned to the oceans but that food source too had fallen prey to the changing Earth. Men had already killed off many of the fish that once ran in massive shoals. Fish stock fled the coastal plains and hid in the ocean's depths in an evolutionary form of self-defense. The fertile sea floor was carcinogenic after years of chemical dumping. Dead kelp stunk in the sunlight along every coast. A number of once dependable fresh water sources turned salt from the back wash of rising sea levels as the ice sheets melted.
The very air itself no longer could support life and ash fell from the sky as massive forest fires raged. Animals fled both north and south and many species disappeared. To complete the disaster there came diseases that targeted the fertile females of child bearing age. It was a matter of physiology that a pregnant female's ability to fight infection dropped when pregnant to prevent the immune system from attacking the stranger growing inside its mother. This small breach in protection killed thousands, millions, with infectious diseases and the governments of the earth panicked. Without population, without children, they ruled nothing except vast denuded plains.
As the skies began to clear modestly and new weather patterns began to form nature took pity on the mammals of the earth and a new type of creature began to appear; males who could bear children. They were stronger than the previously protected females, more capable of protecting themselves. The characteristics did not appear until puberty so they were educated and trained beside their Alpha brothers.
Without the constant drumbeat of conditioning during childhood the Omega males never came to believe that they were weaker than their Alpha brothers. In order to control this new kind of breeder the existing Societies created whole new sets of rules. At puberty these males were immediately removed from schools. They were sequestered and shielded, subjected to rule by their families, completely subordinate to a related Alpha.
However it was the laws designed to increase the population that held the greatest denied of personal liberty for these boys. Boys as young as thirteen were allowed to be given in marriage by their families, most usually in exchange for a 'dowry'. There were laws passed that required these boys to have their first child by the age of fifteen.
If they were hidden away and the 'Population Police" found them they could be removed from their families and placed in breeding colonies where they were kept pregnant continuously until they could no longer conceive. Then they were released; some to their families, if they could be found. A number of them, now in their 40's and dragged down by decades of pregnancies, were kidnapped off the streets outside the breeding colonies. They became whores, care takers, bound slaves to Alphas.
Finally unmonitored vast numbers of them managed to commit suicide. Bodies showed up everywhere.
The State buried their bodies in numbered graves, the last insult. Their lives had been taken from them and now their names were also erased.
This was the life that faced the young Omega. If he ran and was caught he knew the consequences. If he stayed here with his older brother and his father and remained quiet and obedient, his family would find a marriage for him.
He turned at looked at the next insult waiting for him, a burka. Once the mark of mid-east women its use had been usurped. Now it was the mark of an Omega. It erased the identity of the Man beneath it. It made them a cypher, a non-human chattel; made to be used, abused, traded and desired. From the day he put it on forward, only his Alpha would see his face.
To make things even more desperate, on the open market he was worth a bundle. Even with Mother Nature's best effort, Omega men were rare and precious. Dean was young, pretty, fresh and a virgin. John could live off the dowry for a while, ignoring the fact that he had sold his young son into sexual slavery for the money.
Of course, the inspectors from the Population Patrol could lift the burka's hem if they wanted to but that just to make sure the couple was following all the rules. There was supposed to be a pregnant Omega hidden by the billowing folds.
Dean sat down and stared at the garment. If he put it on it would make his father happy. John would think that Dean was finally accepting his place in society and could get on with marrying off his younger son. The Omega wondered if John had already selected someone for him.
He could hope for another Hunter. Maybe the Alpha would let him hunt with him. Dean had never heard of a Hunter in a burka but he supposed it could happen. Maybe a Hunter Alpha would even let him out in plain clothes. Armed he could kill any PC inspectors that came sniffing after him.
He thought about that scenario. Hunters never killed humans. Murdering some PCI guys would ring that bell. His Alpha would be most likely be horrified. Dean stood up and paced this room. There had to be a way out of this. He didn't want to be someone's bitch. He didn't want to be an incubator on two legs. He didn't even like kids.
He looked around the musty cabin his father had stashed him in. Cobwebs hung from the ceilings. Some windows were broken, the glass covered with taped on cardboard. He was freezing his ass off and that was inside the place. John had asked him to clean the place up a bit while he and Sam were out hunting.
Dean swallowed his bile; a flood of acid filled his throat. Be a good Omega. Take care of the house, Cook the food and bow his head. He imagined the marriage negotiations. His father would find the guy, a dowry would be requested. The Alpha would want to see exactly what he was buying and Dean's father would order him to remove the burka.
Dean could hope his face was enough but the Alpha had a right to inspect his purchase for defects. What Alpha would pass up the chance of imposing his dominance over a possibly hostile Omega? Dean would be but naked in no time.
Dean fumed: to Hell with the house, to Hell with the cooking and most of all, to Hell with the burka. Dean opened the barely functioning refrigerator and grabbed a couple of beers. Popping the top off one with his ring Dean headed outside to sit in the swing on the snow covered porch and get drunk.