Open starter ~ A/B/O AU ~
Markus was cornered. Pressed against the dirty wall of the alley, as three alphas were towering over him. Markus was a small and weak omega, his scent mirroring the panic he was feeling. He hated alphas, he hated being small and weak, he hated being nothing to them in any regards whatsoever.
He was crying, squeezing his eyes shut, as one of them held his wrists above his head, muttering painful, dirty things in his ear, while the other two were ripping at his clothes.
Agnes could smell the strong stench of fear from where she was, about a block away. She pulled out her gun and went to investigate. When she found the alphas doing that to Markus, she shot the air, then shot a couple in non-fatal places to scare them off.
After they fled, she knelt down and inspected Markus for damage. She was horrified by what they had done to him. She picked him up and held him close. “No, no, don’t worry, you’re okay now…”
Markus yelped at the first shot, whimpering and curling in on himself. Tears were rolling down his cheeks, and he choked on his sobs when there were more shots. He was afraid, terribly so, but at least the alphas were gone.
He whimpered when he was picked up, sobbing against Agnes’ shoulders. He hurt, he was cold, and dirty, and he hated being so vulnerable and weak. He hated being blind, and small, and weak, and not having a mate that protected him from people like that.
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