Preview: Hollowed [Goes Live May 11, 2015]
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Title: Hollowed
Author: girlgotagun
Pairing: Jensen/Jared - J2
Prompter: liverpool46
Community: None ( original source: spnkink-meme)
Prompt: LINK
Rating: NC-17
Kinks: a/b/o, heat, knotting, rough sex, angst, dehumanization/degradation, humiliation, hurt w/o comfort, torture, non-con/dub-con (not main pairing), abuse, mpreg, mating w/o claiming, abandonment
Warning: Character death, sexual abuse of both adults and minors (minors referenced; non-explicit), physical and mental abuse of both adults and minors, starvation, extreme suffering by both adults and minors... Guys I am so serious when I say this: I am going to rip your heart out with this one, and I'm going to do it with a smile on my face. Proceed with caution.
Summary: Omegas are second-class citizens, a fact that Jared is used to. But he has a good family, and generally his life isn’t too bad. Until his favorite actor, Jensen Ackles, comes to town. Jared is precariously close to his heat, but he’s got a few days and he’ll be damned if he’s going to pass up the chance to meet his idol. When his heat hits early, the two spend a heated few days together. Jared is heartbroken when he never hears from the Alpha again, and to make matters worse, he’s pregnant. His family disowns him and drops him in an omega work camp. Six years later, Jensen is filming a documentary. He spots a starved omega and child and coaxes/bribes him to tell his story.
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The camera shook, the image on the monitor jumping as the lens came around to rest on a small boy. His eyes were dark, appearing way too large as they peered out of sunken sockets. The pup’s face was gaunt, all sharp angles; much too sharp for his age, when growing bones should be hidden by a soft layer of fat. His hair was brittle, the color of rust-scurvy, the cameraman had whispered to Jensen. The same effect of starvation and malnutrition was the reason for his receding, bright red gums, pulling away from rotting baby teeth. The paper-like skin and jaundiced sclera were likewise signs of the reaper hovering over his shoulder.
The boy was curled in on himself in his chair, thin arms wrapped around legs that looked like they couldn't possibly support his weight.
Jensen’s voice floated through the speakers attached to the monitor. “Can you tell us your name and age?”
The boy sat up just a little, lifting his head off of his knees. When he spoke his voice was surprisingly clear, the youth-high voice melodic. It reminded him of his own daughter, and watching it now stabbed through his heart.
“My name is Andrew.” The pup held his right hand up, fingers like spider’s legs extended. “I'm five years old.”
The footage cut with a hiss of feedback. Now, instead of the pup, an omega in his mid-twenties was sitting in the chair. His eyes were hard, distrusting, and his gaze kept darting off-screen to where Jensen knew Andrew was playing with Eric. Jensen knew the omega was tall-alarmingly so, for his status-at six-foot-four, but he probably weighed a buck twenty soaking wet.
Those hate-filled hazel eyes flitted back to the camera as Jensen’s voice filtered through from off-camera. “How did you end up here?”
The omega scowled. “How did I end up here?” His lips twisted into a sneer. “Everyone knows you're not supposed to breed the bitch.”
Feedback and then the image was crisp, clear. A smiling anchorwoman read off the day’s news-not that day’s. The footage was a recording from 1995. Jensen had been ten years old when it first aired. He didn't remember it; it didn't apply to him.
“The proposed Omega Suppression Act was officially signed into law today amidst widespread debate. The law states that omegas are no longer permitted to carry young. If an omega is found to be pregnant, they will be removed from their pack and remanded into the custody of the government for their safety and the safety of their pups. This follows close on the heels of the Alpha Custodial Act last week which grants exclusive parental rights to an Alpha in the case of breeding an omega. For more on the new legislature, we go to Councilman Heyerdahl.”
The screen flashed and a thin, middle-aged beta began to speak. “The omega threat has weakened our society, rotted it from the inside out for far too long. Only omegas produce offspring who present as omegas; an Alpha and a beta or exclusively beta couples do not carry the omega gene. By limiting reproduction we will eventually eliminate the threat that omegas pose to our society.”
“Councilman, what do you have to say to those who would critique this change in policy by calling it alarmingly reminiscent of historical occurrences of genocide?”
The Councilman smiled, thin lips twisting up and eyes sparkling charmingly. “I would encourage such pack to refrain from fear mongering. We are not shipping omegas off to death camps or handing down executions. Presented omegas and their offspring will still enjoy the same rights any other pack status. We are simply reducing the drain of weaker statuses on our country’s socioeconomic infrastructure. If the law is followed, as we as pack expect from any other status in regards to any other law, there is nothing to fear.”
The screen jumped. Feedback hissed. The omega was on the screen once more, wasted body silhouetted against the high afternoon sun. The camera zoomed in on his face; sharp bones and cracked lips and the anger in his eyes the only sign of life the walking corpse had to offer.
“They're killing us.” He swallowed. “We're dead.”
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