Entrusted
An Equilibrium Fanfic
By Exmouth
Summary: What if John Preston had an older daughter? On whom he connects with deeper than his other children? One whom he can entrust with his newly- acquired feelings, to help him in his quest to rid the world of a lifeless society?
Chapter One- A New Day
John awoke naturally that morning, with the blurred morning light warming his clean face. He rolled over onto his back, stretched his arms in front of him, and exhaled deeply.
Another day. Worthless. Wasted. Fighting for a change, a change of which we can never truly fulfill. What will happen once we have nothing left to burn? Will all of the clerics still be here? Will they become weak? Will people find a way to defeat us? I don't know.
John closed his eyes, and ran his hands over his face. He got up off of his mattress, padded to the bathroom, and looked in the mirror.
What am I? I'm a life, but lives aren't meant to live this way. Not with boundaries and certainly not without any way of knowing what lies ahead of us.
John took an interval from his supply, and put it behind the mirror, where a large pile, almost a hundred intervals, lay unused. He smiled smugly, and replaced the mirror.
He took a shower, dressed in his Cleric uniform, and went into the galley, where his children were already awake, clean, dressed, and eating their breakfast.
"Good Morning, John.", said all three of them in unison.
"Good Morning."
Cassandra Preston, his oldest daughter, sat next to him at the small table. Her intense blue eyes flicked to his face, then his throat.
"John, you have missed a button at your collar".
"Oh.. thank you."
Lisa handed him a copy of the days newspaper, which never had anything new printed in its pages. It was always the same thing: No fighting, no wars, no hate, no feelings, and always, a list of the latest-executed and what they possessed illegally. Cassandra took a rather loud bite of her fiber cereal, not really wanting to eat it, but people now had to eat to live, so she consumed the tasteless sustenance.
They ate and drank in silence, listening to the clock pass the minute before the children had to catch the shuttle to the monastery. John looked around the table at his offspring. All of them were attractive: Pale, flawless skin, perfectly manicure nails and hair, and immaculately fit to their age requirements. Cassandra, in her early teens, was already a Class- Four student, in the Cleric monastery, and very quickly working her way to number One, where she would be a Cleric. Cassandra took after her father when it came to her study habits, learning fast, working hard, and taking her skills seriously.
She looks like her mother.
John came out of his daydream, and took a drink of his water. There was a buzz at he door, and the children rose from their seats and collected their work. But Cassandra held back. After the others had cleared the house, she stood close to John and put her hand on his shoulder.
"Goodbye John."
He stiffened for a moment, then relaxed when she removed her hand. Cassandra left then, and as John remained sitting all alone in the emptiness of the small apartment, he thought hard and long about what had happened to him.
Why did she touch me. . .
John had never in life been touched like that. It felt. . . he couldn't describe it. It was. . . just. . . full of love.
An Equilibrium Fanfic
By Exmouth
Summary: What if John Preston had an older daughter? On whom he connects with deeper than his other children? One whom he can entrust with his newly- acquired feelings, to help him in his quest to rid the world of a lifeless society?
Chapter One- A New Day
John awoke naturally that morning, with the blurred morning light warming his clean face. He rolled over onto his back, stretched his arms in front of him, and exhaled deeply.
Another day. Worthless. Wasted. Fighting for a change, a change of which we can never truly fulfill. What will happen once we have nothing left to burn? Will all of the clerics still be here? Will they become weak? Will people find a way to defeat us? I don't know.
John closed his eyes, and ran his hands over his face. He got up off of his mattress, padded to the bathroom, and looked in the mirror.
What am I? I'm a life, but lives aren't meant to live this way. Not with boundaries and certainly not without any way of knowing what lies ahead of us.
John took an interval from his supply, and put it behind the mirror, where a large pile, almost a hundred intervals, lay unused. He smiled smugly, and replaced the mirror.
He took a shower, dressed in his Cleric uniform, and went into the galley, where his children were already awake, clean, dressed, and eating their breakfast.
"Good Morning, John.", said all three of them in unison.
"Good Morning."
Cassandra Preston, his oldest daughter, sat next to him at the small table. Her intense blue eyes flicked to his face, then his throat.
"John, you have missed a button at your collar".
"Oh.. thank you."
Lisa handed him a copy of the days newspaper, which never had anything new printed in its pages. It was always the same thing: No fighting, no wars, no hate, no feelings, and always, a list of the latest-executed and what they possessed illegally. Cassandra took a rather loud bite of her fiber cereal, not really wanting to eat it, but people now had to eat to live, so she consumed the tasteless sustenance.
They ate and drank in silence, listening to the clock pass the minute before the children had to catch the shuttle to the monastery. John looked around the table at his offspring. All of them were attractive: Pale, flawless skin, perfectly manicure nails and hair, and immaculately fit to their age requirements. Cassandra, in her early teens, was already a Class- Four student, in the Cleric monastery, and very quickly working her way to number One, where she would be a Cleric. Cassandra took after her father when it came to her study habits, learning fast, working hard, and taking her skills seriously.
She looks like her mother.
John came out of his daydream, and took a drink of his water. There was a buzz at he door, and the children rose from their seats and collected their work. But Cassandra held back. After the others had cleared the house, she stood close to John and put her hand on his shoulder.
"Goodbye John."
He stiffened for a moment, then relaxed when she removed her hand. Cassandra left then, and as John remained sitting all alone in the emptiness of the small apartment, he thought hard and long about what had happened to him.
Why did she touch me. . .
John had never in life been touched like that. It felt. . . he couldn't describe it. It was. . . just. . . full of love.