The first of the month is not always an exciting day for the Omegas.

But first, a series of events have to happen before they can begin the program they do every months on the first day. Everyone MUST shower (they must everyday, but thoroughly clean on the first of the month). Every inch of hair besides what's on their head must be gone, no facial hair, arm hair, leg hair, or even pubic hair visible. Your nails MUST be cut down and cleaned properly. And everyone MUST take this day to get their haircut or colored but it must be a natural color.

It is the only day you can do anything with your hair, but they always recommend you cutting it or even trimming the edges. It was the only thing Seonghwa likes about this day.

He sat in the salon chair as the human hair dresser hummed while cutting his hair. As she was finishing, she smiles up at him in the mirror, "Would you like to color your hair today too?"

Seonghwa shakes his head, he always refused the hair coloring. He'd much rather prefer his natural platinum blonde hair than having his hair be either brown, black, or red. It wasn't just because he was scared to, he just didn't see any interest in doing so.

Next to him however, Seoho was getting his colored a nice chocolate brown, completely different from his platinum blonde hair that both brothers have inherited. It was the only way you can tell the two males are biological brothers, the same sperm was used to fertilize their mothers.

"Oh come on Hwa," Seoho smiles, "You need a change."

"No thanks," Seonghwa smiles politely to the woman, bowing to her politely before she disappears to help another patient. He turns to look at his brother, his hair dresser finished the last few touches on the dye before placing a hairnet on his head and walking away. Seonghwa sighs, sitting beside him tiredly.

"You're nervous," Seoho comments, looking over at his brother with an arched eyebrow.

"Aren't you?"

"No," Seoho shrugs, "It's like what I told you last night. They haven't picked me yet and they're not going to. It's usually the newer ones they pick to breed."

"But I've only been here for a year," Seonghwa comments, "I'm still technically new."

"Seonghwa," Seoho looks at his brother seriously, "Breathe. I can practically hear your heart beating in your chest and it's picking up speed."

"Well what do you expect," Seonghwa rolls his eyes, "I'm panicking a little."

Seoho grabs his brother's hand, looking him deep in his blue eyes with his own green, "Seonghwa, you know what I'm talking about when I say the newer patients."

Seonghwa sighs, nodding his head. A year after Seonghwa was born in the facility, the scientists discovered a new way of inserting the genetically mutated gene known as TH-132 (or Telumhominum) they have been working hard at perfecting it. At first, there were some malfunctions. Majority of the children and mothers they injected were killed within a week, and they couldn't keep using the Alpha and Beta sperm without wasting it all.

They have perfected the serum a year after the discovery, it took them exactly 132 tries for them to perfect TH-132 and now everyone born in the year 2000 and onward have been genetically injected with this gene. Mothers, children, unborn fetuses, and even the Alpha's sperm they use to inject the Omega with the gene. How can you tell when you see one? Strangely enough those infants and mothers that were injected with the gene, have bright violet irises, and have the genetic ability to have impressive strength.

And they grow almost at a physically impossible rate. A fetus born with the TH-132 gene is usually two years old by the time they have reached a year, and pregnancies are reduced to six months for fast reproduction purposes. If you're going to create an army, you need one and quickly according to the government.

The patients injected with TH-132 may not look deadly, but they are built for war. Hence the genetic name the scientists gave them, "Weapon human." It is these new patients that are normally picked at the first of the month to be artificially inseminated with TH-132 since the gene is newer and stronger in their bodies.

"Yes I know that," Seonghwa shakes his head, "But what is our purpose here if we haven't been chosen? What are they going to do with us if we aren't providing them children for the army?"

"Don't worry brother," Seoho shakes his head, smiling calmly at him, "One way or another, we're going to be picked. No one leaves this facility without having at least one child. It's our life here, and you need to accept that soon."

Seonghwa swallows harshly, gritting his teeth as he stands, "I'm going to wait in the room for the announcement if you need me."

"Seonghwa-" Seoho calls out, watching his little brother storm out of the room. He sighs, shaking his head before looking at himself in the mirror to admire the new change in his hair.

The doors to their cell open with a silent hiss, Seonghwa steps in and walks straight to the bathroom. He took a quick shower to wash away the baby hairs that tickled his neck, and to make sure he had taken care of everything else before the event started. As he dressed in his white scrubs, he heard the sound of a bell chiming loudly throughout the building.

That was the signal that the event was getting ready to start, and everyone needed to make their way to large meeting room. Seonghwa feels his stomach twist in knots all of the sudden, something wasn't right.

He heard the thundering of many footsteps from the Omegas walking down the hall and down the stairs to the main area. Seonghwa looked around for Seoho, seeing his brother walking not too far from him and stops to walk beside him. Seoho wraps his arm around Seonghwa, smiling softly at him, "It's going to be okay. Don't think about it."

"Kind of hard not to when we're literally walking right towards it," Seonghwa mumbles, taking deep breaths to calm his racing heart.

"It'll be fine," Seoho assures him, "The sooner we get down there the sooner we will go back to our daily lives. It'll be okay."

The meeting area where everyone meets on this particular day is big enough to be a gymnasium. All of the Omegas on this level of the facility barely fit in there to stand as they wait for the main doctor, Dr. Kim Warren.

The only time you see the doctor is on this day, and for only this amount of time. With her being in charge of the whole facility and programs, she is barely even seen by the scientists working in the laboratories. She was the one who looked over results and picked the next Omegas eligible for the breeding program.

Once all of the Omegas were in the center of the room, six scientists stood up at the center of the stage and watched over every single one of them. Each had white lab coats and white scrub pants, but their shirts were a baby blue button down and a black tie. All lab scientists were required to wear this unlike the all white uniforms the guards wear.

"All patients bring your attention to the stage. All patients bring your attention to the stage," the intercom system above their heads announce before music starts playing. The scientists all stand with their arms behind their backs, facing the crowd with serious looks that have no emotions playing within their beady eyes.

A petite, short woman with her blonde hair in a high bun walks up on the stage. The clanking of her heels ring throughout the room over the music playing, her tight lipped smile looks forced as she looks over all of the male and female Omegas in the room. Her white dress was knee length, barely reaching past her lab coat and clashed against her pale legs. Her white heels were six inches tall, giving her a little height but even without them she is still pretty short.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we present to you, Dr. Kim Warren." The intercom rings over the music as she takes her place behind the podium on the stage.

Her arms raise once the music stops playing and nods to the crowd, "Welcome! It is time once more we choose our next round of mothers for our fertility program. As you all know, we pick up to twelve of you all once a month, the first day of the month. For those of you that are new to our facility, our picks are not random they are simply based on your performance here for the program and your health scans. Everyone gets a health scan every two weeks. Some of you are lucky enough to be ovulating when we do this scan, and if you are we immediately pull you out to begin the fertilization process."

Seonghwa looks to Seoho, his older brother's attention never swayed from the woman at the stage. His eyes reluctantly look back at the woman, he can feel every tension and emotion in the facility from all of the Omegas.

A few more words of the result were given out by the woman before Dr. Warren steps away from the podium, pinning her tiny microphone to her lab coat near her neck before turning it on, "I will now read off the patient numbers and names. Once I call them, you must come to the stage. Each scientist will take two of your immediately to your room to pack your belongings. Once you're ready, they will then transfer you to another facility to begin your fertilization process."

One of the scientists hands her a tablet, the results pull up on the screen. Random faces flash along with patient ID numbers and names. She hums, "Our first patient chosen is... patient number 23-126, Lee Felix."

The Omegas immediately look around to find the first Omega picked, a tiny male with bright red hair steps up to the stage and takes his place by one of the scientists. Dr. Warren smiled a tight lipped smile before reading off the second name... then the third...

"See," Seoho whispers silently to his brother, "I told you everything was going to be okay."

"She still has five names to call," Seonghwa whispers back, looking around for the Omega she just called as they were talking, "Four."

"Our eleventh patient to be chosen is..." she calls out, and before she can even say the name, Seonghwa's stomach drops in his stomach.

There on the screen was his patient ID, his photo, and his name in bold, black lettering.

"Patient number 20-199, Park Seonghwa."

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