REN
I shouldn't have come. Air refused to fill my lungs. I took a pause in front of the Omega washroom tent to force myself to breathe.
What were my siblings doing here?! The twins!
I wanted to throw up.
I quickly rushed into the washroom. It was empty.
"Filthy Wutao!"
"How fast can he run?"
"Release the dog and let's see!"
My body shook uncontrollably as my hands moved to cover my ears, trying to drown out the horrible memories.
Had they recognized me? Surely not. All hell would've broken loose if they had.
"Calm down Wutao." I whispered to myself as I sucked in some air, wheezing when my lungs felt full. I held my breath for a few seconds, before letting it out.
That's it. Calm down. You're Ren, the A-Gen Omega, not weak, filthy Wutao. There's no way they're going to recognize you. Not under all that makeup. I chuckled at myself.
"I'm Ren." I repeated, "They won't recognize me." I began to feel a tad bit better.
