Breeding in the Academy: Searching for Freedom (All 14)

Chapter 1

Sept. 2158

Almost a hundred years ago, there was a law established. A law to save men, but by doing so, it took away the freedom of many. Men were enslaved. Women were ranked based on their looks and blood. This all began with the Academy, created by Dr. Rosaline Hart. The Academy was to be the hope of the future. By taking in the rests of the male species, there was hope that there could be an answer the question as to why the Y-chromosome was fading. Then the true face of the Academy revealed itself, and suddenly, there was chaos. – a section from the journal of the Leader of the Phoenix

I wiped the fog from the mirror. The image reflected in the mirror stared back at me. Long blonde hair hung straight down my back. My eyes were too big for my face. Haunted shadows lingered in my eyes, not disappearing even when I forced a smile on my face. The scar that marred my face highlighted my unattractiveness. It wasn't a small scar. It cut through my lefteyebrow, missing my eyeball only centimeters away. The second scar was a thinthree-inch scar that began on my left cheek to under my jaw.  I was deemed ugly in my world.

I sighed, dropping the smile on my face. Grabbing my jacket, I headed for the door. The abandoned factory was my home. This was my sanctuary where no one but me knows about it. For six months, this was my place. I crawled under the wooden boards that has a keep out sign nailed into the wood. There was silence. No one cared to come out into the country. Life was in the city, not in the small abandoned towns or the in the west where one would have to search for water in a desert. I walked over to the tree line, pushing back the brush. Once I had cleared the branches, I peered inside the small cave where my vehicles were stored. Over the past few years, I collected a number of vehicles that suited my needs. And right now, I needed a car that was inconspicuous to get into the city. I grabbed a small black four door car and started the engine. I felt my lips part in a smile. It wasn't the smile of someone being coy or cute, but one of a predator.

After hiding my car somewhere safe, I walked through the streets of the city. Shiny skyscrapers towered high in the sky. Holograms were set up on every corner, advertising a product to keep yourself young or to change your eye color.

The crowd was light, but a few people attracted my attention. A woman around thirty years old walked down the street. Beside her, grasping her hand, was a boy about four years old. A smile of happiness was on her face as the boy looked at his bracelet. They must have come from the blood test center. At four years old, boys were required to get blood typed. A band of yellow wrapped around his wrist. A pang of sadness went through me. In less than a year, he will be required to be admitted to the facility where he will be trained according to his blood-type. Until he turned 18, he wouldn't see his mother except for scheduled meetings once a year.

A couple walked towards me. A girl about twenty years old walked down the street. Her hair was colored titanium blonde, bleached so no color would show. The color of her hair was odd with her skin, making her look orange. Her eyes were dyed to an electric blue that making her eyes similar to bug eyes. Her lips were twisted into a pout that I never found attractive. Despite her awful coloring, her body was too small, probably from puking up food for the figure that is so popular right now. Her clothes hung limp in her form. In her hands was the newest phone that was only a few millimeters thick. Beside her was her opposite. The boy was around the same age. His hair was a light blonde, natural and slightly curly. His body was toned, and his clothes fit him perfectly. His eyes were empty, full of sadness and hopelessness. The reason of his emotions was the collar around his neck. The bright green collar was a tracking device and also tracks the man's vitals. The green collar stated that he was an A-positive blood type.

About a hundred years ago, men kept running away from the Academy. The government decided that there needed something to track them. That's how they decided to create collars since implanting a tracking device in their skin was too inhumane. Each blood-type has a different collar. The lighter the collar, the more important your blood type is. At the bottom is the AB positive with black collars. They are the men that are usually looked over and can have regular jobs. The AB negative have a purple collar. Like the AB positives, they are usually looked over and can have regular jobs. These men are at the end of the tier and can mate with anyone they want. The third is the B positives with dark blue collars. Then it's the A positive with hunter green. These two live out of the facility but has regular appointments with the facility. They usually are sought out by middle class women. The fifth and sixth are the B negatives and A negatives. B negatives have an orange collar while the A positives have a bright yellow collar. Women of higher money like these blood types. Seven is O positive. O positive blood types have a silver collar. These men are the second best and are shaped to be whatever you want. From AB negative to O positive, these men can have sex with anyone they want.

But O negatives are considered the Prime, the white collars. These are the perfect specimens. But only women with o negative blood type can mate with them. Why? Because studies have shown that women and men with o negative blood type have children that have perfect genes. Most of the children resulting from these meetings are usually men.

Although these men are considered the Prime, they are treated much worse than the others. They were never allowed to leave the facility unless for a meeting with a woman. Ever since they are admitted at five years old, they are trained, and their best quality is to be heightened. When they turn 18, they still can't leave the facility. At that age is when they have their Missions when they start meeting with women. They were prisoners because of their blood.

Around the city, a hologram of the official Academy spokesperson appeared. I along with everyone else looked at the hologram. A woman with white hair and bright blue eyes stared at the unseeing crowd with such glee that her enthusiasm alone attracted attention.

"Good morning, city of Charleston. I have wonderful news. Our Academy here in Charleston will be honored with the new addition of ten Prime. That means, ladies with O-negative blood, that you can have a chance with one of these dreamy men. These men with the O-negative blood type will take your breath away. They are nothing like the others. These men are so famous that they have their own names. Visit our website for the Charleston Academy to see these incredible men: the Perfectionist, the Charmer, the Scholar, the Bad Boy, the Prodigy, the Prankster, the Artist, Orion, the Sweetheart, and the Athlete. The most interesting information is that most of them have turned eighteen years old. They all are available and maybe you can spend a night with one of the handsome men."

Chatter rose around me as I stared at where the hologram was a few moments before. I smiled beneath my hood. Found you.