a resurected story by thea

Prologue

The clouds are all we ever see any more. Mother says that once the sun shone bright and unmolested by clouds. I, my self, have never seen it. My mother describes it as an awesome sight. She, only eleven when she last saw it, can only see it in her mind and she says her description is not as it really was. She says it was like a hot oven warming the world, like an oven warms a house. It was so very bright to look at it would make you see spots. The sun has not been seen for twenty years. Neither has the moon, for children and teenagers, like my-self, it is a fairy tale that we all love to hear over and over again.

The world is bleak now. All the major cities have been deserted of men and woman alike, all over sixteen. Except for a few lucky one’s, they all just disappeared. Next month is my 16^th birthday and if I am not careful I too might disappear, were to? No one knows.

No one knows were you go when you turn sixteen you just disappear. If you ask me it’s freaky only a few have escaped being taken away or disappearing. All our grandparents knew what was going on but they died before they could pass the secret on.

The cities are deserted; no one goes up at daytime. (We can tell its day only by a light glow over the clouds.) All stay under ground. Mom says that when the sun disappeared that every one went underground and built shelter houses thirty feet below ground level.

Every one lives middle continent now or under mountains because on the outer edge as we call it (mom calls it the coast) we are to close to the water and can’t dig very far without drowning. Mom says we live like moles, whatever they are. We walk the streets at night, only kids stray above ground, we take or plunder what we can to live on for the next day, it’s not stealing no one owns any thing when it’s above ground.

My name is Althea, many a time during the day I wander if they will find my mom or me and take us away, or if this is my last day with my mom. My dad is already gone and so is my older brother Mitchell.

Brethell but no one else knows my true name. Mom is calling I must go

Yours, devotedly Althea.

April 21 2509 AD

Chapter one

“Brethell! Where are you?” Sobbed May Marxian

“Brethell! Come quick!” flapping her arms like a chicken in distress, and nothing like a damsel, May turned from the man in her underground doorway.

“Mother, what is it? Who is that? Mitchell?” I asked both my mother and the man in our doorway who looked like Mitchell

“Mitch what are you wearing?” I inquired of the man, who I felt sure was my bother

“Don’t ask questions! Come now! You may bring two things each. Hurry! She’s waiting.” Spoke the monotonous Mitchell. Mother was sobbing and blubbering, I glared strangely at the man who now looked only like the shell of Mitchell, the brother I loved, I grabbed my diary and a full pen as my two things, I did not yet see what mom had taken with her.

Mitch led us up unto the top. Mother for the first time in sixteen years saw what day looked like and she cried even harder. I, used to the sight, walked without looking about, but mother looked everywhere she was finally looking at the world I had to look at every day, the empty streets, the cars, the tall building, the wind whistling through broken rotting walls. Cars line the street doors open from when every one disappeared. I was glad she never had to go up. Until now she was safe under ground.

Where were they taking us I wasn’t yet old enough to leave I was only fifteen “what’s going on?” I asked Mitch

“The laws have changed all people over ten must evacuate.” He answered with no feeling and no expression what so ever, Mitch led us to a large space transport

“Get in. you will find you seats they are numbers 1023, and 1025, remember these numbers, there are yours and you will be called by them.” He said, waiting for us to enter and find our seats, then checking all were seated, He closed the door. We found after he had done this that none of us could move, there were about 50 other people aboard, so instead we talked.

Three days terrible days later the ship slowed, stopped and were herded off like “cattle” as mother described it. It was all rather weird, all of a sudden seeing the sun. I had never seen any thing so bright in all the time I’d lived and had not yet decided whether I liked it, I was rather in awe. Yet mother who seemed very delighted laughed out loud, only to be stopped by a milky (as you will notice from now on I will call our kidnappers.)

“ 1025 will you please reform to your former silence.” The mask said, and then to the crowd “there is to be no talking while on duty.”

We soon found our duties were something people have nightmares about. Females were used for horrible experiments if they were sixteen or older, the younger females cleaned the butcher room-that was used to dispose of disobedient slaves- they cleaned constantly there was an endless stream of human and non human slave being disposed of. The males all of them were brain washed and wiped entirely of emotion. Some times I wondered how people (or animals in this case) can even do that to a living being, it was alien to my thinking. The thought that some one out there was turning us all into zombies freaked me out.

We were lead into a big black room, there were no lights in sight yet I could see every thing very clearly, it was very creepy. After sitting for what seemed a very long time, the doors reopened and the room’s walls went transparent, every thing turned blue. Our parents were taken out of the room. We younger people shuffled about nervously waiting. Our parents returned minutes later all by themselves.

I looked at my mom she was totally calm almost dazed and she was staring at every body in a very weird manner almost hatefully. Her reaction was like nothing I’d ever seen before.

“Mom are you okay, you look a little, um well, different.”

She turned to me cold unfeeling.
“silence 1023.”

The end of her sentence was a dead emotionless stop now I was totally freaked out what was wrong with every body?

“Great were going to have to fight our own parents man these guys are smart.” A short, skinny, geeky, kind of guy said behind his large broken

“Shut up George we can get out of this, why don’t you use your head and think like they at least do.”

“You wouldn’t know anything you’re a snooty girl Amy.”

“All slave recruits will remain silent!” a computer voice said. Then in walked a droid with multiple pointed arms sticking out from its floating bodey.

“Oh great now there going to drug us too.”

I stood up, not too tall for my age but sturdy.

Every one stared at me, why? Parents turned towards us their eyes were cold before but now they were not even alive they glared in their icy deadness and seemed to want to suck my blood. Then I knew there was nothing to do but run. And run I did. Not one thing but fear could catch me as I vaulted through the door. Suddenly something as fast as lightning reached out and grabbed me and pulled be backwards and down.