Giorgio's Unexpected Chance | BxM (Only Sample/On Hold)

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CHAPTER ONE | FACING TRUTHS

February 19
6:26 PM

Zion's P.O.V.

I continue to stare at the little digital screen on the white plastic test stick in my hand. The bold flashing words on the screen were like the other ten test sticks that covered the floor. I couldn't help but stare blanking at the words.

POSITIVE. O-GENE DETECTED

"This can't be right," I groan as tossed the test stick on the floor before unboxing a brand new test stick "just let me get one neutral, that is all I need."

I pour the last of urine on the testing stick and wait for the results.

"Please, don't be O-Gene," I chanted, hoping the heavens hear my prayer and don't go to voicemail "don't be another O-Gene."

And just like the others, it read O-Gene.

Again.

I let out a deep, frustrating sigh, trying to take everything in, but I didn't want to believe it. There must be something wrong with these test sticks. This can't be happening to me.

"I can't have the Omega Gene," I stare at the used test sticks and boxes that covered the bathroom floor "this can't be happening to me," I whispered to myself, at a loss for words.

There was a sudden knock on the door.

"Zi, are you okay?"

It was my best friend, Nari. Her voice filled with concern as she wiggles the handle to the bathroom as if the door would magically open.

"You been in there since you got out of the hospital with those gene results. I don't think you are going to get anything new from those tests, you already know your results," she said, pointing out the facts I didn't want to hear.

"Yeah, I know," I answered in defeat. One by one I gather the test sticks and boxes off the floor "I will be out in a few minutes."

"You said that thirty minutes ago," she somehow managed to unlock the door and walked in with a faint smile on her face "Why are you torturing yourself?" she questioned as she helped me picked up the boxes.

"You don't understand," I could feel the warmth of my tears flow down my cheeks "it will be like walking around with a bull's-eye sign on me, I will be a target. I don't want to have the Omega Gene."

The thought of having the omega gene, turn my whole world upside down in a matter of hours. If only I didn't get sick and had to go to the hospital, I could be enjoying my life. I would never have known I was a carrier if I didn't have to go to the hospital.

"I told you how guys are treated in some parts of the world," I went on to say, I knew what it meant and what my life could turn out if the word of this gets out "they are arranged and married off to men from families of power, wealth and status. They are sometimes treated as if they are females."

"Well, guys with the Omega Gene are the next stage in human evolution," she made her way next to me on the floor, resting her head on my shoulder "children of breeders have a higher brain development rate than those born from females. Scientist thinks if breeders continue to give birth and not shy away from it, humans may reach another step in human evolution. Who knows, we might have powers in the future."

"Will you stop staying breeders, say carriers instead," I groan in frustration, just the thought of carrying a baby sent a chill down my spine "Also, I am not giving birth to any child."