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Prologue (Must read)

In 3000 AD, a Nuclear war broke out across the earth, and after a highly advanced nuclear missile was fired from a lunar military base the earth found that they had one month to evacuate, or they would be blown up . Since the human race was dangerously populated, the world leaders chose to evacuate only the strongest and most intelligent citizens and keep them in the radiation proof chamber, leaving the inferior to die.

However, a group of scientists who had been left due to their inferior bodies created their own radiation-proof chamber underground to protect the citizens who had been left to die, hastily gathering what was left of food surplus. Just one million managed to make it to the chamber before the missile hit, killing anyone left instantaneously. Both groups- inferior and superior- managed to survive the war without damage. The surviving human population- just one and a half million superiors and one million inferiors- remained in their chambers until the radiation had cleared, which took several thousand years. In that time, the superiors retained their humanity, though they grew corrupt with their own arrogance. However, the inferiors became hardened and bitter, hatred increasing for the ones who had left them to die. Though they did not becomin inhuman, many customs were lost; they no longer wore clothes, or gave their children distinguishable names; anything unnecessary was discarded.

When the radiation cleared, the earth was left in delapidated ruins. The superiors decided to remain in their civilized and clean chamber, having their own ways of harvesting food and purifying water and therefore having no need to venture out onto what once was Earth. However the inferiors became scavengers, leaving their chamber daily in attempts to recover some of their previous technology.

Once the superiors discovered that there were still others living in an underground colony, they believed that they were pests, and needed to be wiped out before they threatened the society that had been built over the last few thousand years. They began to organize daily patrols in the ruins of earth, seeking out any inferiors that crossed their path and exterminating them. The inferiors had to resort to sneaking out at night and organizing careful patrols, for fear of being killed by the superiors.

However, some inferiors were redeemed. If a superior discovered a group of inferior humans, they were required to catch and inspect them. If any of them showed potential, then the superiors were required to take them back to the city, where they would be treated and taught how to live as a superior, given names and basic training on how to live the superior lifestyle. The superior general who found them would be responsible for their education and if they shaped up and learned enough within one year, then they would be introduced into the society as a superior.

If not, then they would be deemed a pest and euthanized.

It was dark- but, then, it always was. The sky had lost its luster millennia ago, and was permanently covered by a dark smog. The long accumulated piles of rubble- all that remained on the charred landscape- were laden with shards of twisted, damaged metal. It was all but useless, but to the primitive society beneath the earth it was their last sense of hope. They had poor means of welding, but using the metal they could fashion basic tools to keep themselves alive; it was all they had.

A small figure slipped through a particularly large pile of rocks, scuffing and grazing her already calloused skin. Her dark, ungroomed hair hung as a tangle of thistles, right down to her knees; it was drawn back with a crude strap for practicality, the only piece of clothing she wore; inferiors had not worn clothing in centuries- there was no need any more.

The scavenger had no name; names were trivial. She had heard of names, having read the records of pre-superior times left in the darkened, stone chamber she, and all her ancestors, had lived in; often, being an intelligent human, considering what her name would have been when she was younger, though now thoughts like that were inconsequential; scavenging was her life now. She searched the delapidated waste ahead of her, eyes scanning it for a glint of metal in the rocks. She had learned to be quick and agile, scurrying from one mound of rubble to the other. Her hands scrabbled across the rocks, dirt-encrusted fingers sifting through charred and blackened waste; some of it crumbled at the touch of her nimble fingers. The rocks made dull clunks as she tossed some aside into the thigh-deep mounds of rubble; there was no trace of metal, and she scowled down at the pile. A few feet from her, she could hear another scavenger searching, yet there was no trace of metal left. Despite the advanced state of the nuclear missile, there were some things that did not completely disintegrate with the impact; metal, though it would be severely damaged, was one of those substances. It was what the inferiors depended apon, and yet it was growing increasingly rarer.

The dark-haired scavenger checked the sky frequently in her search; though it always remained dark, when the faint smudge of light- it was all that could be seen of the sun through the heavy clouds that stayed above the earth permanently, never raining- hit the centre of the sky, she knew that it was time to head back into the colony. It was an unproductive day for her group; her search group dutifully returned to the chamber empty-handed. Inside the aged walls- chiseled out of some kind of thick rock and metal- she found the usual procession of inferiors, squatting in rowsas they receives their token handful of stewed vegetation. It was all they received to eat, and while the girl did not care for its dull taste, she had only tasted the preferrable meat twice. Their minute colony of animals was saved to feed those who were sick or injured; meat ran out or spoiled quickly, and they had to keep it for those who were unhealthy in order to regain their levels of protein up. She slipped in line, receiving her customary handful of tasteless food, which she forced down her throat quickly. The large food depository was in its usual crowded state, the leader of their colony standing in front of them on a crude stage. Their leader, unlike the others, was the only inferior to have been born with a name; she was known as Blainely, and rather than being shamelessly clotheless like the citizens, she wore a simple, frayed apron that had once been red; years of passing it down from leader to leader had left it in a poor and grimy state.

"Scavenging groups 5546, 8739, 0097 and 3187," She announced loudly, voice echoing as a million heads turned to stare at her in respect. The dark haired inferior looked up too, recognizing the familiar number; it was the closest thing to a name she had. "You are to resume your search for metal above once you have eaten. But be warned; our scouters have reported a group of superiors (a unanimous hiss of loathing rippled across the colony). If you see one, you are to return immediately. And if you get too close, then you need to resort to the basic safety procedure of..."

The girl stopped listening; she had heard the same words, spoken in the same monotonous tones of the leader's voice, each week after mealtime. There was a bitter resentment that welled deep inside her at the mention of the superiors; unlike most of the underground colony, she had actually seen a superior. She remembered what he had looked like all too clearly; the white uniform, the helmet bearing the dreaded motif, and the indifferent look on his pale face as he held up the dreaded weapon. She'd been scavenging with her parents at the time, only a small child, when they'd stepped out the sleek white craft and into the rubble. Her father had hastily stowed her behind a large boulder before she could protest while they ran to find a hiding place of their own, but never made it; though it was years ago, the girl remembered all too clearly seeing the superior clasp her parents, scanning the pleading adults with some form of technology that was infinitely more advanced than she'd ever seen again in her life, before speaking the words that would haunt her in her sleep for years to come;

"No potential. Eliminate."

There had been a burst of purplish light that would dance in the back of her eyelids for days to come; as a child she had stuffed her fist on her mouth to stop screaming...

NO. The girl shook her head, avoiding the painful memory that had plagued her for years. She wiped the green residue from her pitiful meal on her thicket of dark hair, before joining her scavenging group as they clambered briskly out the damp hole, back into the barren, smoky land. Her calloused feet sunk into the ashes that laced the ground as she climbed quickly, eyes once again combing the area. Her heart stopped; a familiar glint caught her eye in a clump of charred wreckage. She recognized it- with satisfaction- as a chunk of metal; something that she instinctively lunged forward to get. A scavenger who actually found some metal was highly respected; scraps of metal were the inferiors' lifeblood, the thing they created tools and instruments out of; the substance that was the basis of everything they did to survive. Her feet slipped on the uneven ground as she scrambled forward, toes clenching around the rocks to steady herself. Dust flicked into her face, settling in her pores and hair as she clambered forward. She kept her eyes fixed on the metal as she moved; she'd travelled several feet before she realized tthe her fellow scavengers had grown quiet. There was the dreaded sound of rocks crunching under heavy boots not far from her; she ducked down, a sharp piece of debris digging into her ribs as she slunk down, trying to stay out of sight; there was a superior in the area.

She could see the all-too-familiar white suit in her peripheral vision, almost glowing against the grimy setting. They were close, too close... Her heart beat quickly, and she tried not to envision the fate that had befallen her parents happening to her. Mercifully, she heard the superior step out of sight, and exhaled deeply into the rocks. Slowly, straining to remember the safety drills all inferiors were taught, ssloop per herself up on all fours, slowly crawling across the rocks, placing her limbs carefully for fear of slipping and making a noise. Adrenaline was surging through her; one false move and they'd hear her...

A boot came crashing down in front of her face. She tensed, before feeling a rough hand grabbing her by the hair, hoisting her up; she screamed frantically; it was every inferior's worse nightmare... A superior had found her.

The superior in question scrutinized her. He looked weirdly clean compared to the ruggedness she was used to; his face was smooth and tanned, hair (so different to the tangles she was accustomed to seeing) falling to his collar, his green eyes glancing over her in what appeared to be amusement. To her, it was the most hideous face in the world at that moment. Her voice was hoarse, but she did not give up screaming; flight instinct kicked in, and she began struggling in an attempt to escape his grasp and race back to the chamber. Terror was stabbing into her as she swatted fiercely at the superior- any moment now, and he'd kill her...

"You're a feisty one, aren't you?" He smirked; his voice made her skin crawl- it had an unfathomable accent she'd never heard before lacing it. She snarled, before spitting in his face in the hopes that he would recoil. Instead, to her disgust and horror, he laughed.

"It almost seems a shame to kill you- can you talk?"

"Let me GO!" She growled in response, though her voice was filled with panic. Tears stung at her eyes, but she blinked them back; it was a weak thing to cry...

He held her firmly in place, though she tried everything to pull free. She felt bile rise in her throat, and her head was ringing; it was like reliving the nightmares that tormented her even now, except this was real; he was going to "eliminate" her, as a superior had her parents...

He pulled a strange device from his belt and pressed her into her arm; automatically, she yelped and flinched; this was the weird device they'd been warned that the superiors used to "scan" them for signs of potential. She cringed, trying not to cry and expecting the flash of purple light she remembered far too well to hit her any moment soon. However, with a beep, he removed the scanner and- to her intense shock- a weird smile crossed his face. His skin tone, she noticed, was one she'd never encountered; the inferior colony had all adapted to be pale, minimal amounts of sun leaching the color from their skin.

"You have ninety four percent potential," He grinned at her. The words meant nothing to her, yet she felt a chill go down her spine.

"What does that mean?" She spat in his face. His grin never faltered.

"It means that you're coming with me."

Okay, so this fic is reaaaaally weird so far, I know. But it'lbetter ore interesting next chapter, when she goes back to the civilisation with Alejandro. I have big plans for this if you just stick with it...

Also, I know it's annoying that Heather doesn't have a name yet, so I have to keep referring to her as "her", and "she." But she'll get her name next chapter, I promise.

What did you think of this really weird fic idea, then? Please give me tips or feedback (no flames or overly harsh criticisms, please.) I know there are bound to be some weird typos in this, because I typed it on my IPad.

Thanks for reading.