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I'm sitting in one of the many seats the subway displays of, counting the minutes until the next stop. My brothers and sisters remain close to the person I hate the most in this world.
"Alphas are on this world's peak" He spoke "Betas are to serve and help them in small, unworthy tasks, but Omegas are just bags to breed. They shouldn't even be allowed to walk alone, especially when unclaimed" He raised his volume, enough to make a nearby lady, possibly an omega, uncomfortable.
"My mate and parents died after the first bomb was dropped" She answers, her voice cracks.
"And shouldn't speak unless told to" He ignored her, even closing his eyes. I see tears in hers as she turns away.
He always enjoyed publicly humiliating people, especially omegas and people with 'weak' quirks, what happened in the last 3 months didn't change anything for him. On the contrary, it just added fuel to the fire, both figuratively and literally.
"Remember this, Shouto. You'll need it when your time for claiming one comes" I say nothing, not even hum in response. Just continue to stare at the window not for the seemingly endless light trail of the tunnel, but to just stare at my reflection.
You need to get away.
Shut up.
Are you willing to spend the rest of your life as another puppet of his?
I don’t now. Just keep me alone
You know you can't keep with this for long. Once he gets you there, it's all over.
Stop it.
You. Need. To leave.
I close my eyes and lean on the back of my seat. It's true I don't want to be by his side, not even as his favorite child, but I'm also scared, where could I go even? I wouldn't survive for long in the radioactive surface, and I won’t be able to enter to a bunker without a ticket.
You'll be 18 in two months, once that happens you'll be an adult, and he won't have any control over you.
Still
"The next stop is ours." His words tear through my thoughts like drills. "Once we arrive, I'll make sure you meet a nice omega, one that makes our quirk even more powerful"
I held back the need to puke at that moment. If there was something in my life I would not do was whatever it’d take I would never curse another omega’s fate via arranged marriage like Endeavor did with my mom-. "Not you, Fuyumi. You'll stay in an A-class shelter with your mother"
And possibly his own daughter. He'd pretty much disowned her as soon as she presented, and even prohibited her to have alpha friends, let alone date one.
"Thank you, sir" She answered
Maybe you could tell her
Really?
You've both suffered a lot thanks to him, she'll understand.
*People going to S-class shelters please take the front door at the right. B-class dwellers take the back doors. Thank you*
The recorded message ends and some people, my family included, get up to form a line. I stay in the back, right next to her.
"Shouto, what are you doing? You'll get dragged by the crowd"
"Fuyumi, I'm not going"
"What? Why not? You'll be on a S-class shelter, dad says they have nothing to look at luxury hotels!"
"I don't care, I'm not going anywhere that man goes. I can’t"
She looks at me as if I'd gone mad, maybe I did. That man ruined my childhood, chances are he did the same with my sanity.
"I guess this has to do with... " She points at the left side of her face and then at mine. I nod.
"That and much more"
"I see” She sighs “This won't make him happy at all. Here"
She hands me a small blue paper, a shelter ticket.
"It was initially for a colleague, but he..." She abruptly stops talking, but I know what she means.
Died or disappeared, just like the other 70% of the total population.
I look at the ticket, the plain blue differs greatly from the shiny golden envelope of the S-class tickets. It also has a different number, 341.
"The next station holds more than one train, I'm sure at least one will take you closer. I understand how you feel."
Is she...helping me?
That's unexpected. What do you say now?
"Thank you" I pull my hoodie to cover my hair and face.
"Good luck, Shouto" She says, her eyes and expression suddenly remind me of mom. I hope they live good together.
The train slows down until it stops and many of us scatter around the station.
I stay as far as possible from the luxurious trains out for S and A-class shelters until hearing the signal.
"People to shelter B-391 line up! We're out in five minutes!"
I join the semi-organized mob as fast as I can, five minutes is long enough for him to notice I'm not following him like a dog.
I spot him on the other side, his broad shoulders and flaming hair highly distinguishable from a nice distance, he's too busy pushing everyone around, my brothers remaining close to him as the machinist gets their tickets.
He hasn't noticed yet. Four minutes left.
"Next!"
Only four minutes and you won't see him again.
It's fine
"Hey, move!" I get pushed forwards, I didn't fall but I had to raise a hand to keep the hoodie on place. I show my ticket to the guy in front, I expected him to make a commentary about my shaking hand or the growing chunks of ice in my sleeve, but he didn't.
Three minutes, my breathing is erratic as I look for somewhere to sit or just stand, I don't care as long as I can hide from curious looks.
Two minutes, I found a seat. I lean on the back to notice my shirt is damp with sweat. I look at the window, almost expecting to see Endeavour getting down from the S-class train to make a noisy scene in the station about his missing kid. But he doesn't. He hasn't noticed.
One minute, I'm so nervous my stomach feels weird, I feel dizzy and so hot my ears are buzzing. But I'm not removing my hoodie until being as far away as I can from this station, somewhere no one recognizes me.
Suddenly the floor beneath moves, same with the walls, and every other person in the station, they're all sliding.
The train to B-341 is moving. I'm moving, I let out a breath and my body cools down, I'm close to laugh.
He's there, I'm here. I won't need him ever again.
After 17 years, I'm free.