Chapter One- New World Order

I DO NOT OWN ALPHAS

"If you want to keep a secret, you must also hide it from yourself.'

-George Orwell, 1984

People have known about Alphas for years. It was released during the Truman administration, so that it would be easier for the government to control Alphas, so they, for a lack of better words, could ensure they don't become Soviet weapons.

It started out very simply. All Alphas must register at the local post office. As cold war tensions grew, the government started testing babies to ensure no one could escape the registration. Then came armbands. All Alphas must wear a red armband with the Greek letter, alpha, on it. Segregation followed, discriminatory hiring practices, no minimum wage. All this was upheld in Preston V. United States where the court decided unanimously that Alphas were 1. Not technically citizens and 2. Any and All action that was taken against them was necessary in terms of national security.

And now, after decades of being stepped on and discriminated against, the Alphas are pissed.

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Rachel Pirzad has been working for the Smith family since she was eleven. Well, working for may not be the correct word. Rachel, like many Alpha children, was a victim of the rampant practice of Alpha trafficking.

When Rachel's family found out she was an Alpha, they were devastated. It was a huge stain on the family name, having an Alpha as a daughter. Her family's business suffered and her sister was made fun of at school. One day, a man named Mr. Jonathan promised the Pirzad's that he could put Rachel in a good school and would find her a good job. He would even give them some money, to help restore the dry cleaners. They agreed, because they believed him and loved their daughter. Rachel went because she knew how much her family needed money.

But Rachel didn't go to school. She was sold for twenty times Johnson paid her family.

The Smith's were very rich. Mr. Smith was the head of a very large investment bank and Mrs. Smith was a stay at home mother. They had twins named Jenny and George. They were Rachel's age.

To say the least, Mr. And Mrs. Smith were the worst sort of people. They made Rachel sleep in an unheated back storage area (on the floor), and only fed her what they didn't eat. They didn't even call her by her name. It was always slave, freak, or some other vile moniker. Rachel wasn't sure they knew it.

Mr. Smith would come home from a bad day at work and would take it out on Rachel. He would use anything he could get his hands on. Books, bottles, belts. But Mrs. Smith was the real threat. She was the one who knew how to threaten, how to get the hairs on the back of Rachel's neck to stand up, the one that keeps her up at night. She would talk very casually about Binghamton, the alpha prison. One could get sent there for jaywalking. She knew what task would bother her the most, what would cause her the most discomfort. Cleaning the trash cans or bathroom drains. She would make her chop onions. Rachel couldn't say no. In fact, the only thing Rachel did say was, "Yes of course. Right away."

Rachel is twenty four now. She hasn't seen her family in thirteen years, she didn't know if they were even worried about her. Probably not.

"You," Mrs. Smith said, her mouth in a thin line, blue eyes looking Rachel over. "We have some very important people coming over tonight, I expect everything to go perfectly. If not, well, I'm sure you'll be more useful over at Binghamton

Rachel looked up from where she was scrubbing the floor, but not making eye contact with Mrs. Smith. Rachel never makes eye contact with anybody. "Of course," she said very softly.

"You know, you should be thankful that we were nice enough to take you in. Without us, you'ed be nothing. Probably dead or some good for nothing whore. God knows your own mother didn't want you."

When she first came here, that would have made her cry. Now, she believed it. There was no use denying the truth.

Mrs. Smith came even closer, making her look a thousand feet tall. "Well, what do you have to say to that? Humm?"

Rachel took a deep breath, "Thank you. You're right. I'm lucky to be here."

Mrs. Smith smiled, not a pleasant one like Rachel's father wore, but one you would see on a cat before it killed a mouse. "Don't you forget it." She walked away, her high heals clicking on the floor.

Its not like you would let me anyway, Rachel thought as she went to start dinner.

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This is Nina Theroux fourteenth time in prison. However, this is the first time she couldn't do anything about it. And that was making her very angry. The police officer that arrested her for "public misconduct" refused to take his sunglasses off.

The public misconduct, yeah not wearing that stupid armband.

She went into a "Nerotypically normal" only store, hoping to "buy" a new purse but the stupid clerk was her old neighbor and yelled Alpha so loud you would have thought the place was on fire. It was a very high end district so the police were there within twenty seconds. They demanded where her armband was and she told them she made a normal eat it, (which wasn't a lie.)

The clerk, Cherry, filled them in on all of the juicy details of Nina's ability, (She can make grown men jump off cliffs with just a look!) So no one was taking there glasses off anytime soon.

She really couldn't be expected to wear that ugly thing. It chaffed for Gods sake. It was humiliating. Degrading.

But then again so was sitting in a New York PD holding cell with your hands cuffed behind your back while you wait for the feds to drag you to Binghamton.

Nina has heard horror stories about that place. They experiment on you there and no one has ever gotten out. She heard that they operate on you, without anesthetics. Nina wondered what they were going to do to her, maybe they'll gouge her eyes out. All for not wearing a stupid band.

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Kat doesn't remember when people started treating her like crap, she just knew they did. There isn't a lot Kat does remember, but there's a lot she knows. She knows how to play the violin, read latin, fight like Bruce Lee, that she wasn't allowed to vote or sit down on a bus. She knew she had to wear this red band but doesn't remember when she got it. She doesn't remember how a police officer once beat her up in the street because it was dirty.

It wasn't Kat's fault. She was always dirty.

She knew that too.

That was because she was homeless. Kat thinks she's been homeless for a while, but she can't remember for how long. More then six weeks. She mainly lived in abandoned buildings. Once in a while she would get lucky and a shelter would let her stay the night. There weren't many of those though.

Right now Kat was staying in an old warehouse by an Alpha's only fight club. She's met some interesting people there, some even would pay her to train them.

Thats where she met Bill Harken. He was a professional fighter with a temper. And he made Kat money and would bring her dinner once in a while. He was married and had a normal wife. That bothered some of the other fighters, but not Kat.

Kat couldn't really see the difference between them and everyone else. Just that there was a them and there was a everyone else.

He was best friends with another fighter, Cameron Hicks. He was really fast and scary precise. Kat was never able to figure out how he did it. She felt bad for him. His girlfriend left him and took the kid. He would get really distracted in fights sometimes and get the snot kicked out of him. It was fun to watch.

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Gary has been working with Doctor Lee Rosen ever since his mom found out he was an alpha. Doctor Rosen taught Gary that he never should be ashamed of himself and that he was a "Very special boy." Gary loved Doctor Rosen. He wouldn't make Gary wear the armband because he knows how much it annoys him. He was even teaching him to drive.

Doctor Rosen said something really big was coming. Something huge. He said that Gary would have to be ready for it, to know what to do when it comes.

Gary wished Doctor Rosen would tell him, so he could put it on his schedule.

AN: Hi everyone! So this is my first Alphas Fan Fiction. I literally just started watching the show but I love it. I've watched one and a half seasons in seven days. So I hope everyone likes the first chapter. Don't forgot to Read and Review.

Thanks!

- The Professor