10-08-2016, 11:19 PM
It was hard to not feel slightly sick as the bus rolled onward towards their destination. None of them really knew what they were going to find once they got there and that made it worse... Well if anything could be worse then finding out you were part of a rare dynamic and then forced from your home and to a place that might as well be a prison.
Bayden's own family, his father and younger brother had basically carried him onto the bus. They hadn't been the kindest towards him before he presented, but afterwards, they had seemed to get worse, so really he didn't think he could go anywhere worse then where he'd came from.
Still, he took the time to look glance around the bus at the other five Omega's currently being transported. They were all so different, and yet they were being brought to the same place by one little thing.
A pretty, rather delicate looking strawberry blonde was sitting next to a taller, lean young man with wild blue and bright yellow streaked hair. They were brothers,and they had an older alpha brother being transported on the other bus.
Personally, Bayden thought they looked nothing alike, but the wild haired one seemed very protective of the other and he seemed to do well at comforting him. He looked at Bayden and grinned, his pale purplish pink hued eyes outlined in black and a two thin tattoos.
He had to be hiding his fear worry for the sake of his brother, how else could he seem so carefree?
But then, there was another young man, this one tall and lithe with near waist long pale blonde hair that contrasted with dark caramel colored skin and a glittering pale blue eye. The other was hid beneath a plain black patch, or perhaps gone altogether. Who could know, unless they are told or ask? Maybe he wore it just because he could?
Still, the blonde didn't look at all fearful or worried, in fact, he looked rather excited.
"What do you think it'll be like? What do you think they'll make us do?" He spoke loudly, his tone curious and demanding without being really demanding.
"Who knows", answered a young man with jagged raven black hair that touched his shoulders. He looked slightly amused at the other, but he also had a hint of nervousness in his posture, in the way he shifted himself in his seat.
"Maybe they want to sell us to some rich perv as a pet or something", he added, jokingly, but his grin didn't reach his grey eyes.
"That's a terrible thing to imagine", another blonde put in softly from a middle seat. He was smallish, his hair golden and eyes a bright blue. He and the strawberry blonde were what Bayden imagined any omega should look like.
They were obviously male and yet pretty, and soft spoken, and seemed sweet.
Compared to those two, the rest of them didn't fit the stories Bayden had heard or what he'd expected in his own mind...Of course, he was an omega and he looked like any other man he'd ever seen.
"Hey! Look! That building. I think this is the place!" The blonde with the patch had hoped into a seat with a window that faced a huge building that could very well be a hotel or apartment complex.
It was lovely looking on the outside and the grounds and trees looked magnificent, but there was a fence. At least twelve or more feet high made of thick wire and three thinner strands running along the top with bright yellow signs at the post.
That made it look more like a prison then a resort and Bayden felt his stomach drop again.
The gates screeched opened, they drove through, and they shut again, with a resounding clank.
Bayden's own family, his father and younger brother had basically carried him onto the bus. They hadn't been the kindest towards him before he presented, but afterwards, they had seemed to get worse, so really he didn't think he could go anywhere worse then where he'd came from.
Still, he took the time to look glance around the bus at the other five Omega's currently being transported. They were all so different, and yet they were being brought to the same place by one little thing.
A pretty, rather delicate looking strawberry blonde was sitting next to a taller, lean young man with wild blue and bright yellow streaked hair. They were brothers,and they had an older alpha brother being transported on the other bus.
Personally, Bayden thought they looked nothing alike, but the wild haired one seemed very protective of the other and he seemed to do well at comforting him. He looked at Bayden and grinned, his pale purplish pink hued eyes outlined in black and a two thin tattoos.
He had to be hiding his fear worry for the sake of his brother, how else could he seem so carefree?
But then, there was another young man, this one tall and lithe with near waist long pale blonde hair that contrasted with dark caramel colored skin and a glittering pale blue eye. The other was hid beneath a plain black patch, or perhaps gone altogether. Who could know, unless they are told or ask? Maybe he wore it just because he could?
Still, the blonde didn't look at all fearful or worried, in fact, he looked rather excited.
"What do you think it'll be like? What do you think they'll make us do?" He spoke loudly, his tone curious and demanding without being really demanding.
"Who knows", answered a young man with jagged raven black hair that touched his shoulders. He looked slightly amused at the other, but he also had a hint of nervousness in his posture, in the way he shifted himself in his seat.
"Maybe they want to sell us to some rich perv as a pet or something", he added, jokingly, but his grin didn't reach his grey eyes.
"That's a terrible thing to imagine", another blonde put in softly from a middle seat. He was smallish, his hair golden and eyes a bright blue. He and the strawberry blonde were what Bayden imagined any omega should look like.
They were obviously male and yet pretty, and soft spoken, and seemed sweet.
Compared to those two, the rest of them didn't fit the stories Bayden had heard or what he'd expected in his own mind...Of course, he was an omega and he looked like any other man he'd ever seen.
"Hey! Look! That building. I think this is the place!" The blonde with the patch had hoped into a seat with a window that faced a huge building that could very well be a hotel or apartment complex.
It was lovely looking on the outside and the grounds and trees looked magnificent, but there was a fence. At least twelve or more feet high made of thick wire and three thinner strands running along the top with bright yellow signs at the post.
That made it look more like a prison then a resort and Bayden felt his stomach drop again.
The gates screeched opened, they drove through, and they shut again, with a resounding clank.
