"Has anyone ordered us to do anything with him yet? He's been staying here for 16 years for what feels like no reason," A doctor across the hall inquired. "Don't doubt the boss, I'm sure he'll do something with him soon now that he's growing up."

The boy sits at a white table in the bleak, vacant cafeteria room. Dressed in a white hospital gown he's been wearing for 3 days, he eats breakfast that smells like it's been out for 3 days. Although he lives this poor lifestyle, he has no reason not to accept it, let alone detest it. As an Omega staying inside of a Hatchery Orphanage until further notice, he has no desire for a better life, friends, or clothes.

That was until he felt something for the first time in his life.
His heart sank heavily into his stomach as he grips his hospital gown in confusion, then surprise, sadness, happiness, and finally anger. This amalgamation of emotions was swirling around in his heart and mind. An Omega's soul had been born in a never before seen case.

In a sudden tornado of emotions, he suddenly leaped out of his seat, gripping his hair as he felt unbelievable pain in his mind. Suddenly, his lonely table began to float and shot towards the cafeteria doors, bursting through them and crashing into the glass display, ringing the alarms.

"What happened," a man screamed around the corner, "What the hell is going on here? Did you do this?!" The man speed-walked towards the boy. "You're the weird Omega? Who the hell do you think I am? Why are you not answering me damn it?!" The man grabbed the boy by the neck of his shirt, lifting him off the ground. The boy screamed painfully in his face and grabbed both of his arms. "Hey, are you retal-" the man was interrupted by the sound of multiple bones crunching in his arms. As the boy returned to the ground, the man yelled in pain as he tried to move his contorted forearms toward the boy. As his eyes met the boy's, he noticed the fearful, yet unfocused gaze in his eyes, as if he was possessed.

"I told you not to touch me!" The boy punched the man in the face, making him fly back into the cafeteria table that crashed through the glass. Turning his attention away from the man he ventured through the facility until he made it to the hatchery. The machine's steel screeched and its gears grumbled in his presence. It was a menacing machine, and although the boy didn't know what it did, he knew it was wrong. Without a single word, he grabbed the pipes and mechanics that made up the machine and crushed them in his hands. The hissing of the toxic gas filled the air and a flash of light gleamed in the boy's eyes. He could feel his fingers starting to sting with heat. Not a moment later, the boy was engulfed in the flames but continued to wreak havoc upon the room despite his state.

As the dust cleared and the flames died down, the machine was demolished and the boy was mysteriously nowhere to be found.