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The sun hammered down onto Oikawa’s pale skin, the heat burning into his flesh as he ran further across the flower filled meadow; a beautiful day overshadowed by the looming fear deep within in his stomach. Pushing forward he ran in the direction of a nearby forest not once stopping for the fear of what would happen if he slowed even for a minute. Fearing what they would do if they got their hands on him again. Being shipped off again would be a luxury to the consequences that were bound to be ready for him if they decided to take him back to that place. Escaping the omega facility EDEN was a mere dream to Oikawa, one he never thought possible let alone one he would be undertaking presently, although much anticipated, being purchased by an Alpha and breaking out of a moving vehicle on route to his new ‘home’ was no easy feet. Nor was being chased for miles by two hulking alpha security guards determined to bring him back to the facility kicking and screaming.
EDEN is Japans most renowned omega facility for the alpha elite to purchase their perfect mate from, EDEN’s omegas were known to be the best in the world, bred to be the perfect omegas that will make an alphas life heaven. A paradise of an elite selection of omegas, an alphas picking ground. However, if you ask any omega who ever stepped foot in the facility they would say it was an experience closer to hell. Oikawa was brought to the facility at the age of 7 after presenting as an omega, a common practice among upper class alpha families who had omega children. His time at EDEN was anything but short and sweet, years of abuse both verbal and physical followed his arrival, years of isolation ,of constantly being told what to do and who to be, he couldn’t go back , not now and not ever. Not when he has a chance. Now at the age of 17 and on the run from a fate of waiting hand and foot for an alpha he barely knew, a fate bound to include unhappiness and pain he could not bring himself to regret this decision. Even while running in the blaring heat, the once pristine white kimono they shoved him into dirtied and covered in scratches, legs aching he knew this was the right choice. Oikawa would not succumb to such a fate if he had any say about it.
The trek through unknown forest seemed never ending until he eventually stumbled onto a highway, not stopping to even catch his breath he took off down the road towards a nearing city, a place he knew he could hide if he could just put some more space between him and his hunters. Forcing himself to pick up speed he kept running, kimono dragging behind him , the once beautiful fabric shredding at the edges. Risking looking over his shoulder he saw he ha lost one of his security guards but the other was still on his tail. The city became closer and closer until finally he reached its borders, spotting an opening into the next street he took it. He was tiring quickly but knew this was his one and only chance, who knew what EDEN would do what they would do if they got their hands on him. His freedom was so close and he refused to let it slip through his fingers. Once he was told he was unreasonably stubborn, that his stubbornness is what made him a bad omega, but he had never been so grateful for such a trait until now. Oikawa let his feet take him randomly throughout the city, bodying his way through crowds and into winding alleyways taking him deeper and deeper into its depths.
His feet ached from the strenuous movement he was unused to at the facility where the omega was kept locked up. His wrists throbbed from the rope burn he received from the binds he escaped from earlier on in the day. His chest pulsed in pain from the sprouting bruises he was sure to have after flinging himself out of a moving vehicle. His heart stung with guilt as he thought of the friend he was leaving to fend for himself in the facility. Still he pressed forward, there was no going back now, not when he was so close. Not when he could taste his freedom. Tripping on an uneven surface of the paved ground slowed him momentarily but it was enough for his hunter to enter his line of sigh once again. Heart pumping rapidly and fear running down his spine he veered to the right quickly spotting a hidden alleyway; forcing himself to keep going, mud covered foot after mud covered foot he kept running blindly, fear clouding his vision and his care for those around him he ran onwards.
Turning once again he caught a glimpse of his perpetrator closing in, panic built in his chest and his heart beat so loud he could no longer hear himself think, he scrambled ahead not seeing a side door of the building open. He kept running blinded by panic, nothing could get in his way of his escape , nothing would stop him his path, nothing except an unsuspecting hulking body standing in the tiny alley. Crashing into the figure sent them flying to the ground, he ached from the landing but that feeling was nothing to the deep dread pooling in his stomach at the sound of hurried footsteps following him into the ally. He was done for, they would kill him and he knew it. He tried so hard and yet it was still not enough , nothing he could do would ever be enough. The hope he felt drained from his chest as he sat up, putting his weight onto the unknown figure below him and blocking out a strong comforting smell entering his nose he saw it out the corner of his eye.
His chance at escape.
His last chance at hope.
A shiny black object lay on the floor having fallen from the man , he reached for it hurriedly raising to his unsteady feet and turning to his hunter. This was his salvation. This was his one chance.
And he was going to take it.