Prologue

A/N – Hey there! I really thought (or at least hoped) that I wouldn't start my fourth on-going story, but Hell, it happened. In that idea, I will keep my chapters relatively short (around 2000 words), in order to make it easy to update, but meaningful ;)

Before we get started, I'd like to point out from the very beginning that this is not the 'regular' omegaverse story where Alfred and Arthur hook up in highschool, have at least three kids and live happily ever after. (Remember Shrek wiping his ass with the pages from a fairytale book? I do the same.) Yes, I can promise that this story will obviously contain USUK romance (including some hot stuff and good old bed business), aside from a disturbing dystopia, political conspiracy, action, and a science fiction explanation I came up with for the whole omegaverse concept. So if this isn't your thing… darn, but if it is, enjoy ;)

Some brief explaining on the twist I put on the omegaverse AU (because more details will be gradually revealed as the story progresses):

At the beginning of the 22nd century, after the Last Great War, humanity is divided into two perfectly complementary classifications – the alphas and the omegas - based on their genetic attributes. The classifications strictly regulate several things such as the individuals' access to education and jobs and it is the ultimate foundation of all social rules. But what scientists and the Government have carefully concealed from the general public is that occasionally a genetic anomaly occurs every now and then, resulting in superior genetic hybrids empirically called 'untouchables'. The untouchables have several distinctive characteristics – they can take the physical appearance of either alphas or omegas, but they are stronger than any alpha and also they do not follow the regular submissive or dominant patterns of behavior; they have normally very low sexual hormone levels and are as a result completely scentless; being a genetic anomaly they are also unable to reproduce. Because they cannot be effectively categorized, the Government has decreed 'untouchables' inadaptable to society and as a result, undesirable citizens who are to be eliminated upon discovery.

Alfred wasn't particularly looking forward to starting the last year of highschool. His father had already began to put some pressure on him in respect of his upcoming college choice and he knew very well that Dr. Albert Jones expected his elder son – his Alpha son - to follow in his footsteps. Despite the idea being rather burdensome, he was confident that he had what it took to do it and would eventually be successful, after all the task of carrying on the family name was his and his alone.

He'd been very disappointed to learn, several years back, that even if his little brother Matthew - who was an Omega - bested him on some subjects, highschool was the last type of school they were going to be attending together. His father had sternly explained that Matthew could not go on to college, that there were other duties he was expected to perform. Ever since their mother had died, the household duties had fallen upon the younger sibling, and upon graduating from highschool he was expected to take them on full time, until he was mated and would care for a family of his own.

That was another subject the young Alpha found somewhat stressful. He was already entering his final year of highschool and many of his colleagues had already chosen their future mates, and a few were even mated already. But while he enjoyed flirting with attractive Omegas as much as any other Alpha his age, unlike his friends Alfred really wasn't particularly thrilled by, or drawn to the perspective of starting and providing for a family at such a young age. Having a relationship was one thing, but taking on a load of responsibilities before even completing his studies and getting a full-time job was another thing entirely. He was really hoping that his father would not start to bug him on this subject as well anytime too soon.

But damn, this was the last free weekend before the school started and he would not be bothered with any of that crap. Even though Alfred knew that his two best friends – Ludwig and Ivan – would pester the hell out of him with their plans for after graduation on a daily basis while never ceasing to emphasize that he would waste many years of his youth with studies instead of focusing on what really mattered. Yeah well… and frankly it was kind of depressing, because he had the feeling that almost everyone aside from him had somehow gotten old and boring overnight, or that a stick of sorts had grown up everyone's ass. And given the current circumstances he could only hope that there were still some cute, single Omegas left out there for him to have some innocent fun with.

The green-eyed blond desperately observed the man standing in front of him, upright and stiff against the glass wall. His eyes wandered over the massive Alpha's strong jaw line, proud neck and broad shoulders, then further down to the defined chest, muscles visible through the tight shirt. It was useless though, the Alpha's natural scent was too strong and too foul to ignore. When his eyes began to water and saliva gathered in his mouth Arthur realized he wasn't going to make it, another round on vomiting was imminent and indeed, it took less than a full minute before he made straight for the bathroom.

"Damn, Francis, do we really have to do this? Go out there and mingle with the stinking freaks?" a boy named Gilbert asked morosely, causing the young doctor to shake his head. "And what's the fucking point of us attending the last year of highschool with them when we've been schooled here just fine until now?"

"Yes you have to, and I've already explained why – in your future jobs as agents you will have to be able to blend in without flaw… and they're not 'stinking freaks', Gilbert, they're the regulars, the normal people. And this isn't a different planet or something."

"Right, we are the freaks," a brunette girl named Elizaveta cut in. "Seriously you guys, I think this is going to be a blast," she added ironically.

Arthur returned eventually and joined the rest of the small group, plopping down on the cushioned sofa and pulling his knees up to his chest. If the others were displeased with the prospect of what was to come, he was rather frightened. He'd been barely ten years old when his parents had finally ascertained that there was something very wrong with their apparently Omega son and he'd been handed over to the agency without as much as an explanation on their behalf. But he still remembered quite vividly the multiple times they'd stressed out the imperative need of complete obedience and submission on his part, that horrible feeling of being trampled upon which came with it and with the constant bullying of his older Alpha brothers. And now he was going to have to fake the whole thing all over again! Bloody brilliant...

"So, to recap it one more time," Francis said, trying to sound somewhat cheerful," Monday is your first day of school. The story is that you're all transfers from another district – this isn't uncommon, families happen to relocate for job purposes and there will be other transfers as well, so this won't look strange. There are several mixed classes, as well as classes Alphas and Omegas take separately, depending on specific skills they're purported to acquire, as the brochure says and I really hope you actually bothered to read it. Be careful to keep your scent up at all times, even if it's a pain in the ass, and as for the others' scent, well, I've prepared small menthol containers for everyone, keep it on you at all times and inhale deeply whenever it becomes too much, but remember to do so inconspicuously."

The young doctor let his gaze wander over the six students, letting out a sigh. "Look, I am fully aware that this will be very dangerous, but still… I'd like you to understand that holding a grudge against regulars just because they're different from us is an unfortunate idea – they're just innocent people manipulated by a system they're not even aware of. There's nothing wrong in making friends with them, however temporarily, and having some fun too, as long as you're sticking to the rules."

"Oh, I'm sure this is going to be hella fun," a pale blond 'Omega' named Lukas said dryly.

A/N – I realize this gives room for a lot of questions, but don't worry, they will be answered in due time. Other than that, let me know what you think (or feel free to flame if you hate it, flames keep me warm ;)))