No Future

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    Ghoul of 2016
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    March 22nd, 2020 at 06:11pm
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    dezz (100)

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    Ghoul of 2016
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    26
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    United States
    The ballroom was like something out of a movie. Like a fairytale. Men were dressed in their best suits, their hair perfectly set into place, talking amongst each other as they eagerly awaited.

    Ames found it odd. In this new world, omegas were treated like dirt on the bottom of an alphas shoe. They were the bottom of the barrel. Most were homeless or lived in despicable living conditions, and yet... Here alphas were lined up to buy one. It must've been too much hard work to go pick their own off the nearest street corner. It was a dangerous time to be alive for an omega. There were no laws set in place to keep them safe, they had absolutely no rights.

    This whole event was a charade. Omegas that had been found sleeping on street benches and others that had been sold by their own families, were dressed up in ritzy gowns. Some omegas were here by choice, as a way to provide for their poor families, but most were being sold against their will. They had been told to put their best foot forward, that the last thing they wanted to do was disappoint. The puppet master's behind this operation were making a fortune off of selling people, and it was clear they spared no expense making it a whole thing for the alphas in attendance.

    Ames scanned the crowd of men, feeling the fabric of her dress scratching at her legs, her mask hiding most of her face. She was huddled in a corner with some other omegas, waiting to be dangled in front of the hunters that preyed on them. It was terrifying to wonder about the kind of alpha that might put a bid out. Would they be a kind, somewhat gentle alpha, or a complete monster? Her eyes fell over the crowd of men, until they stopped in a familiar face.

    Jack? She had never seen him so nicely dressed. The few times she had ran into the alpha on the streets, he had always been in his uniform. A bullet proof vest covering his solid muscles, usually sunglasses hiding his blue eyes. Seeing him here, dressed in a pinstripe suit, a tie hanging around his neck. It was surreal. ...He was wanting to buy an omega? The soldier had never once seemed like that type of an omega. After all, he had never turned her in even when he knew she was a homeless omega sleeping in abandoned buildings and alleyways.
    Bristan rolled his eyes as he casually glanced around the room. His tie was a bit too tight, but did he look good? Of course. He thought it was stupid that an operation like this tried fronting with some big party, like it was a celebration. They were offering garbage as far as he was concerned. The hardened man had been to one too many of these auctions, had purchased one too many of their omegas.

    They never seemed to last long.

    Pulling himself away from the conversation he had been sucked into, he brought his glass of scotch to his lips. The bitter smooth taste burnt the back of his throat, but it didn't register on his face. His eyes lingered over each omega that was brought out to the floor, watching as the skittish women and men tried to look important in their pretty dresses and suits. Polished trash.

    None of them were catching his eye and for a moment, he wondered if he would be going home empty handed. His shoulders slouched and he turned to hand his glass to a nearby attendant. Fully intending to leave early. Until, a certain omega caught his attention from the corner of his eye. Her skin was flawless, her hair a light brown that fell over her shoulders. Catching her scent, Bristan felt as if a shock had been sent through his body. Straightening his posture, he kept a firm grip on his glass and turned away from the attendant. Instead of leaving the auction, he found himself staying, following the scent of the mysterious omega.

    The omegas were being led around on leashes by different stewards, being dangled around like fresh meat to a pack of lions. "And who would this omega be?" Bristan smirked once he had caught up to the girl, his hand running up her leash, gently tugging it away from the man who led her around.

    "Lark Mathews," the steward introduced the omega, before allowing Bristan a better look by moving out of the way. "Caught working, suppressants were found in her system."

    Bristan felt his brow pull together upon hearing the information. "Suppressants?" He looked down at Lark, barely able to see her beauty through the mask she wore. "You thought you could pass as a beta, or something, sweet?"
    March 22nd, 2020 at 06:38pm
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    The day had started like any other Sunday for Lark. She makes sure her dad had taken his medication and made sure he ate as well. Her little brothers were their usual brat selves, fighting over a toy she found for them at the thrift store. She was sure it'd be broken by the time she got home later, but what could you do with two ten-year-old little brothers? Not much, then, she went out.

    Sundays were the days that Tony, her dealer, usually got his supply in. Her heat suppressants. Adjusting her mask on her face, and making sure her uniform for the diner she worked at was covering her somewhat. Lark moved with easy movements as she acted like one of the betas that were on the streets. Blending in, like she's been doing since she was fifteen and first lied on her job application. Stating that she was a beta, and was already eighteen. Both were wrong, but she wasn't about to lose her income over it. She needed to make sure her father and brothers had the money for food and shelter.

    It was odd, Tony wasn't there today. On the corner of Bells and Holland, hiding behind the dumpster he likes to lean against. No, instead it was a new guy. Said his name was Mik or something. Lark didn't pay much attention like she usually would have. Her eyes were on the clock that was on the ten-year-old phone she had stolen years ago from some beta who was past out drunk on the street outside the diner one day. Getting her supply, Lark didn't bother looking at the blue pills to make sure that they were legit before handing the money over. She was late for her shift at the Diner and her manager, Airis wasn't a fan of people being late. Her favorite words are "I'm docking your pay" or 'I can easily replace you with an omega that'll be more grateful for your position.' Spoken like a true dictator, in Lark's opinion.

    The rest of the day went on pretty normally. Lark took her suppressant before clocking in, making sure it was not a minute late and then proceeded to keep her gaze and voice level as she spoke to the other beta's who stepped in to grab a bite to eat before work or to pick up dinner. Lark ran the cash register, as well as waitressed. Offering her best smile to the beta's, and keeping her gaze down when an alpha came in. Only Omegas' who were owned were allowed to look an alpha in the eye without serious repercussions. Alpha's would fight other alpha's, and betas were the middle class who didn't deserve the ability to look at them.

    Then, it happaned. The lunch rush. A time that Lark usually enjoyed, raking in the tips and seeing some of the regulars. Two large alpha's walked in, suits that looked like they'd cost ten years of Lark's tips, hairstyle and shining, and their aroma. Masculine, authoritative. It caused Lark's legs to shake a little bit and made her itch to move closer to him. That should have been her first indication that something was off, she never felt attracted to alphas. She didn't notice though.

    Walking over to them, Lark did her best to keep her voice warm. A smile on her lips. Smiles made money, after all. The male's voices were grumbles, paying the fake beta female no mind as they ordered from the menu. Not even glancing her way as she wrote things down. Coming back a couple of moments later with a pot of coffee. Lark leaned over and poured the men some coffee. She went to pour the second alpha his when the first growled because he burned his mouth on the hot beat water. The growl had gone straight to Lark's core and she could feel her stomach muscles cramp. Then, the second one growled as Lark spilled the coffee she had been pouring and it overflowed onto his expensive pants.

    One look at the men's eyes and Lark knew. Her eyes had dilated and she was given away. They knew what she was as it hit her like a ton of bricks like it was probably hitting them. Then, she bolted.

    ----

    Never in her life, had Lark hated herself more then she did at this very moment. Parading around a bunch of alpha's like she was a prize to be won. Their gaze sizing her up like meat, she could practically see them drooling through the corner of her eye as she walked past them. Feeling their gazes rake down her body, wishing to see through the dress that they were forcing her to wear.

    Keeping her head down the whole time, eyes focused on the cuffs that were on her wrists. She didn't want to be here, these animals didn't deserve her attention. She didn't even dare to look up when the man pulling her leash stopped and a deep addicting voice vibrated through her bones. Sending chills down her spine. His scent was addictive, but because of the suppressants that were still in her system, Lark hadn't gotten the full effect of his presence.

    Then, willing herself to raise her gaze, Lark looked the man in his hazel eyes. Narrowed her own and spoke. "Why else would I take the?" She asked, tilting her head to the side slightly. "Because I like the taste?" She looked away then closed her eyes. She felt like she had a death wish. The suppressants in her system were making her cranky, act out. A side effect of not having her dosage.

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    These auctions were pitiful. The signs of the omega's being paraded around the masses by collars and leashes. Treating them as if they were nothing but animals. Circus freaks so to speak. It wasn't like any of them were going to be able to take on an alpha if they were to be let loose or something. That was like a death sentence for them. Their weak bodies were nothing compares to the large bodies of the alphas. After all, alpha's were the supreme ones in the world.

    Raising the glass of champagne to his lips, Jack allowed for his eyes to scan the omega. While this whole event was a formality, and Jack was part of the military, it was still required of him to attend an auction every once in a while. Especially since he was one of the highest-ranking officers. It was frowned upon for him to miss so many, especially since he still did not own his own omega. Not that it was any of the other's business or anything. Owning an omega just didn't seem that important to him.

    Lowering his glass of bubbly, Jack felt his right eyebrow twitch. His dark eyes going towards the familiar face in the crows. Then, they narrowed, irritation showing in his gaze as Ames was paraded around like the trophy that the alpha's considered her. The dress hugged her body beautifully and the lights overhead really made her skin seem like it was glowing. Then again, it was probably because the girl was finally clean. Free from the dirty that usually dusted her when he'd catch her on the streets.

    Taking another sip of his bubbly drink, Jack moved towards the young omega female. His eyes narrowing a little as he neared her. Ignoring the man holding her leash as he reached out and grabbed onto it, jerking her slightly towards him. "What's your name girl?" Jack asked, pretending that he didn't know Ames. If others caught on that he did, then there would be a huge scandal and he could possibly lose his life and or his job.
    March 22nd, 2020 at 07:26pm
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    Bristan was almost completely taken aback when the omega opened her mouth. Not to try and coo at him or submit like a good omega should, but no. To bite at him. He wrapped the leash tighter around his hand, pulling Lark forward. Harshly enough to cause her to stumble as she did so. "Is that any way to speak to an alpha?" He hated how she had tilted her head to the side, her soft locks falling around her mask.

    The intimidating man felt the urge to rip it from her face, to force her to her knees and make her grovel at his feet for having such a tongue. Instead, he kept his composure and lifted his drink back to his lips. "Feisty. Unusual for an omega." He licked his lips and let his gaze flick back to the man who had originally been guiding her around.

    "Has someone placed a bid on this little thing?" His hand lifted to pet Lark gently, his fingers raking through her hair as he inquired about her.

    "Fourteen grand." The man spoke, his gaze lowered as he looked up on Bristan. It was obvious that every wait staff here knew who he was, but his political association seemed to be going over Lark's head. He was behind all of this, all of her shortcomings and tragedies. His family had led the anti-omega movement that got them to where they were now and soon, he would be the face of their new government.

    "Well, open a tab. No matter who bids for her, I will raise it. Money is no object." With that, Bristan turned his attention away from the attendant and back to Lark. "You seem...fun. I'm sure we will get along splendidly, little omega." Bristan's gaze lingered down the floral pattern of her dress, his hand still hanging on to her leash tightly. She was his. Soon, more near to the end of the night, she would be in his clutches. Warming his bed. Hating her life.
    Ames had noticed Jack's scent the moment he started heading in her direction. It was heavy, a scent that forced you to take notice of. Cinnamon and bourbon. It was intoxicating. A whimper left her throat when she was jerked towards him, the leather of the collar around her neck rubbing in to already blistered skin. The fear was evident in her eyes as she looked up at Jack, behind her mask a wave of confusion scrawling into her face.

    "Ames," she whispered, wanting to step closer to him. By no means did she ever have even a tiny sliver of a relationship with this soldier, but his scent had always called to her inner omega. She often found places to sleep around the city where she could tell he had lingered, and sometimes wondered what it would be like to have him as an alpha. Even if that wasn't the case, she thought she was better off trying to wiggle in with him than any of the other alphas in the room.

    Jack was different. Seemed to be anyway. He had never turned her into the authorities, even though an omega capture would net him a fancy bonus. Sometimes he had even bought her food and checked in on her whenever he found her. She had never felt afraid when she saw him in the streets, but finding him here... Her stomach was still in knots. She never thought she would see him again after she had been captured. Ames couldn't hold back the whimper that fought to escape her throat, only thankful to be wearing the mask now that she felt tears in her eyes. Clearing her throat, she did her best to compose herself. She was still so young, barely an adult and all she had ever known was how to stay alive on the streets.

    "Are we interested?" The attendant tried getting Jack's attention, not enjoying how he had been shoved to the side. "She's already gotten some pretty high bids, I should warn you."

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    March 22nd, 2020 at 10:23pm
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    A small squeak escaped from Lark as the man in front of her pulled her forward. She stumbled a little, almost falling into the man had it not been her waitressing experience that helped her steady herself on her feet. Looking up at the man, a glare appeared on his face. He was tall and scary as well, but Lark's dealt with his type. They were the assholes who never tipped. The ones who she'd stick her finger in their drinks before handing it to them. Then smirk as they drink their things without noticing.

    Seeing the movement of the man's hand out of the corner of her eye. Instinctively she flinched and closed her eyes. Not daring to relax in the least bit as the man ran his fingers through his hair as he pets her. Treating her like she didn't have any logical thought as he spoke to the attendant like she wasn't even there. Bidding on her like all of the other loser alpha's that were in the room.

    The rest of the night past slowly and boringly. Lark was pulled around the room a couple more times, male alpha's and a rare one or two alpha females as well, bit on her. Then, she was locked in a cage in the back of the ballroom where no one could see her or the other omega's that were being auctioned off. The room was dark and cool, and it took everything in Lark to not cry in frustration. Instead, she huddled in the back corner of her cell, knees brought to her chest and legs wrapped around them. Her face buries into her legs as she felt exhaustion starting to take over. The last of the suppressants leaving her system. Allowing for more of her omega characteristics to come out. Her fear started to show as she started to shake. Her hold on her legs tightened as she heard the alpha's starting to collect their prized.

    Her new life with a monster was about to start, and she was terrified.

    ----

    A small hum escaped from Jack as he listened to Ames speak to him. Her voice was softer than it usually was. She hadn't used that softness since they had met a couple of months ago since then she's gotten a little more accustomed to her. More interested in having a full-blown conversation with him. An, to be frank, he liked their little chatter at times. Even if they were no more then a couple of minutes as he needed to make rounds and couldn't just stand still all night.

    When the attendant spoke, Jack kept his eyes lingering on the young omega for a moment more before pulling it away. A look of annoyance flashing in his eyes, causing the man holding Ames' leash to lower his and shrink back ever so slightly. Just like a good little ex-servant boy he was. "How much?" Was Jack's casual reply, his gaze flicking back towards Ames as he asked? Then he looked at the attendant as he stammered over how much people were bidding on her.

    Humming once more as the number was released for him to hear. "Ten thousand dollars, sir." The attendant said, and inwardly Jack flinched. It was a lot of money. Casting his dark eyes onto Ames once more, he thought over his options for the moment. What he was going to be doing with her if he did get her. Or, what could possibly happen if someone else got the young girl. What sort of shit she might be put through. "I'll bid." He said and then leaned towards the attendant and whispered something into the man's ears. A promise really, that he'd better make sure that Jack wins or he'd be looking towards servitude in the underground. The man shivered at the idea and gave Jack a nod.

    Then, with that settled, he gave Ames a barely interested glance and then walked away.
    March 23rd, 2020 at 12:10am