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Porchay is delighted. He stares at his new house, near a forest, at the end of a small village where there is still a small market to be able to live. He turns around and gives the money to the cab. He looks happy, he feels happy, and that small instinct telling him that this house is a little scary, he is making it disappear. Ignoring what he can’t stand inside of him is the best way this half human, half omega found to bring sunshines in his everydays.
The boy takes his suitcase and walks towards it, the nature, the freshness of the wind, he likes it all. And even if his Hia wasn’t for it, he stopped fighting with his little brother. He didn’t want to break their bond over what should link them. They are both the same and it always has pushed them closer. Porsche is more accepting of their weakness, while Porchay just tries to ignore it. Totally. It doesn’t exist.
The rooms are cold. It seems that no one really lived there for a long time. There are still objects inside, the woman who took his money told him that the owners just willingly let all of this because he had no need. Inspecting this, Porchay thinks that they should have, at least, put it in the bin. It was way too old and damaged to be used. Old.
This house had been inhabited for such a long time.
It gives shivers to his skin, but then he just smiles. If no one had liked this house for years, he would do it now.
“Hia…I promise you to be careful.” He says in the void, already missing him. However, being far from the big cities, being far from everyone accepting everything because of some ways of living. He prefers this calmness. He prefers to have the freedom to be angered by this when he will visit his brother, or when he will come here.
Porsche might love to not be around those stupid alphas anymore.
Porchay has this weird sensation coming from the back door. He interprets it as simply as a wish to visit his garden. A pretty garden. The boy always had wanted one, but in a city, it is always harder to find the right house. And to be honest, they were more of a stain than anything else in this neighbourhood.
Their society is way too much of a burden for the boy to want to live within it.
He walks outside, the coldness still hitting his skin softly.
The deeper he walks in, the weirder it becomes.
He didn’t know that he had another part to live far in the garden. No one ever told him anything about this, though he also didn’t buy this house for a lot of money. Having some weird surprises is something he should have thought about.
He gets closer, just thinking that it might be a usual part of a garden. He doesn’t have to be scared, not at all. And yet.
Porchay sees more the cabin at the back of the yard. He has a weird sensation irritating his skin, his heart is shaking, his hair is up. If the whole house was welcoming for the hours he had spent in, the emotion he is drowning in now is making it hard for him to keep his calm. He can’t control his instinct. This time it is too wild to even think of hiding it.
A menace.
He gets the violence and the smell of blood from so far away that it scares him.
The boy walks outside. He took a baseball bat, ready to defend himself. He can't let anyone make his life hard around the house that should be his paradise.
Porchay's whole tension is so high. He wants to stop. To go back inside. To even run from that house. His instinct is screaming that this door shouldn't be opened, and yet another part of him is irremediably intrigued and interested. The aura is spreading out of the cabin, but the moment he opens the door, the smell is beginning to torture him.
Porchay is resisting. He tries. Harshly to move inside his own instinct. He shouldn't lay down or be scared. He won't back down. This is his life, his home.
If he can’t ignore it, he will face it. Whatever is scaring him will need to disappear.
And whatever is here-
Porchay sees a small room, empty.
He had thought that it would have been a simple place not like another tiny house, at the back of his already big one.
On the opposite side, a really small door, already opened and those stairs. Dark and unwelcoming stairs.
A strength is making him want to fall down. Down. Down on that ground. To submit. To let everything go aside.
Porchay bites his lips. He won't. He won't. His teeth are tasting blood but he could resist. He couldn't back down. Not now that he had his freedom.
He walks inside, step by step, by step, the smell is becoming too much to handle. Porchay tries to shut it out but he wants to vomit, he prefers to focus on this sensation than anything else that his omega side wants to express.
He is a human first. He closes his eyes, reaching the last steps. Human first.
His legs are shaking because of the atmosphere. It is so harsh on him that he couldn't stop complaints coming from his vocal cords.
Porchay uses the wall to support his body and clicks on the button to open the light.
The room is suddenly clear by an automatic artificial way. He can't move anymore.
A wolf. A wolf is here. An alpha for sure. It explains his reaction. He looks exhausted. He is sleeping but if someone told him that he was dead he would have trusted them. He doesn't weigh a lot, his fur is in an awful state.
Porchay walks backwards. He definitely feels terrified. This wolf is chained. He looks too dangerous.
The boy's core is shaking. He can't understand all of that instinct coming from him. He needs to run. He won't let anyone make him feel worthless.
He turns around, runs up the stairs and closes that door. He sits down against it, warm tears appearing in his shining pupils.
Porchay shakes his head. This won't do, he promised himself to not follow any words dictated by those stupid untold rules.
There is a wolf in his basement.
He sighs loudly and secretly wishes for him to already be dead.
But if he isn't.
Porchay calms his beating heart. He can't leave a corpse in this cabin. And if he isn’t dead, he needs to try doing something.
He took a deep breath and went back to the kitchen. He decides to cook for him. He has no idea what he can love, he can’t ask him, and he doesn’t want to so he prepares anything without thinking. He is fast, as if he was a prisoner, and needed to get everything ready before his time runs out. This timer is not real, or it might be the one when he will close the door for today and not think about this anymore.
Carefully, the boy walks downstairs again. He minds each step, his hands are full between water and food. If he wakes up and needs to attack him, he won’t be able to defend himself.
Porchay can’t stand the situation he is in. Once again, he has to be more careful because he might have a human father but his mother was an omega. And this part of him wouldn’t let him live peacefully, always on one side and then on the other one. All that he understood is that people will always choose the side that benefits them better to be able to have their ways.
And when his older brother got married to an alpha because he was himself half an omega, he swore to not fall in this trap. Porsche might be loved by Kinn. He might have fallen in love with him but he is suffering. He witnessed how everyone around him had left him out, how everyone is looking weirdly at him because he can’t have children. He might be half an omega but he is more of a useless half human for Kinn’s family. He is loved but it costs him a lot.
Porchay has no idea about his condition, he doesn’t want to know because in the end he desires to be more of a useful human than of a useless omega. Everydays he fights harshly to shut down those emotions which are far from humanity.
This exact instinct makes him want to vomit now and to run away.
The world is still there, he didn’t move at all.
The boy puts the bowls on the ground, not too far away, but not too close to not have to fear this wolf’s hands to cut him in half for real.
Porchay walks backwards, not stopping looking at him, and when he is far enough, he turns around and runs through the stairs as fast as possible.
The wolf’s body is letting out a small and cold laugh. He is moving with great difficulties, the food letting him forget how many years he had been jailed there. The chains are making a really triggering sound to his ears. He tries to break them but all it does is hurt his fragile bones.
—-
On his bed at night, Porchay can’t sleep. He looks at the ceiling. He feels dumb. He feels that he had underestimated the dangers of living alone but in the end, not everyone would find a wolf hidden in the place they just bought. He had to be this unlucky. Porsche told him that it could be dangerous for even half an omega to live alone in an isolated house. He fell in love with it, he felt that this place was his home before he even thought about his instinct.
However, he wasn’t expecting someone else living here, or more like being jailed in this cabin. He wonders what happened, if he is already dead. He can’t understand and he doesn’t want to.
If this wolf doesn’t move after one week, he will just respectfully take care of his body in the forest. And if he is feeling well, he will kindly ask to leave this place, not kindly, he chuckles. This won’t work. He needs to get stronger, or surviving might be harder than what Porsche is currently suffering from.
He puts up more if possible his blanket over him. He is cold. And he knows by heart that this isn’t only because of the freshness of the weather.
—--
Another day.
The boy walks downstairs, as he did for the past few days. He takes careful steps. He smells that the aura of this wolf is becoming stronger. He surely will open his eyes soon and Porchay hopes that he will stop taking his house for a hotel.
When he opens the light, he doesn't see anyone.
“Where is-”
A fast sound is making him turn around in a hurry. The wolf is already in the middle of the steps, looking glorious. His human shape is intimidating Porchay. His aura is so dark, his omega side just desires to run away. He battles with those urges, beginning to run towards him when the wolf decides to run again.
He can't open the door from inside.
If this wolf closes it on his run, he will be doomed.
The sharpness of those nails is digging in his skin. His cheek is definitely bleeding and the way his body just falls down those stairs, back at the bottom, his body hitting with full strength the ground, is making his heart skip a deadly beat.
The door closed.