OMG, THANK YOU FOR ALL THE REVIEWS! I was so shocked; I thought people would hate it. I hope fashionablyobbessed sees this because this story is because of her so thank you Miss Fashion!
Anyways, this story will be mainly from Nina's POV. However, if I get enough support I may throw in a Fabian POV. (*hint hint*) This story mentions the other characters in show but nothing really major. They will be shown and be beneficial to Nina and Fabian's lives but they are not like an every chapter thing.
I'm sorry.
Enjoy!
It was gas.
They filled the room with a gas that can make you unconscious for up to seventeen hours.
Oh, and I'm strapped to a chair.
The cube shaped space the put me in was white, like a hospital, and I could feel wires and a monitor beeping from the other side of the room. I could hear some noises, more like shouts. I could hear screams, and painful, God-awful shrieks, coming from all the walls in the room.
They're getting closer… closer….
The door opens, ending the cries. The man was six foot four at least. He had blonde hair and a white lab coat that was pearly white.
He was perfect.
"Hello, Nina," he greeted. He sat in the stool beside my bed, his back straight and face triumphant. He grabbed my chin and forced my eyes to meet his. "Remember me?"
I stared into his frozen blue eyes. But the last time I saw those eyes… they were brown.
"Jerome?" I asked my old best friend.
He nodded and I gasped. Jerome was my best friend at the orphanage but since he is two years older than me, he left and entered the perfect world, leaving me alone.
Jerome was different. He had a confident sense to him, one that used to be cowardly. He walked with a spring in his step, where he used to limp, because the kids always bullied him. His brown hair and eyes were gone, now replaced with more handsome features.
"Glad to know you still remember me," he stated. He got up, and began to write on his clipboard. When he put it down, I could see the neat cursive, a handwriting both he and I resented.
"Jerome, what happened to you?" I asked.
"I became a doctor. I got married to a beautiful girl, named Mara. She is a pediatric specialist, we are the perfect doctor couple," he chuckled.
"Kids?" I quietly whispered.
His expression grew hard. "One, named Liza. She was two months old." His expression softened, "But she died. The Council thought she wouldn't be perfect. We have another kid, though, named Jennifer. She's four months old. How have you been?"
"Fine," I lied. "So, is this test happening or not?"
"Yes," he responded. "Sit back, relax, and just breathe."
I saw him pry open my lips and pour a clear liquid down my throat.
I stared into the eyes that I ones shared everything with, the once that were gone.
This is what the Council did.
X
When I woke up it was midday. Jerome's voice was clear, as he shouted outside.
"That's impossible...it can't be true…No... I refuse…
"Nina," he called walking in. "Nina, I have to talk to you."
I nodded, and he sat down. He ran a hand through his hair, a habit he still managed to keep. I smiled. Maybe not everything would change.
"Nina, your test was fouled," he said. "Manipulated, hijacked, whatever. We can't perfect you."
I was silent. Then I whispered, "What?"
"We can alter our physic-"
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE TEST DIDN'T WORK?" I shouted at my best friend.
He sighed, and said. "This can't go outside this room, ok? You can't tell anyone." I nodded. "We were able to alter your physical characteristics, but we can't force your mind to think like we want it to. Your not and ImPerfect, because we can change a part of you, but your not Perfect because we can't change all of you."
"So what am I?" I asked.
"You're a Chosen," he whispered. "One every century, your one of the only people who can't go anywhere. You're so small; you don't even have a category. If they find you, you'll be dead, Nina."
"What should I do, then?"
"I'm going to give you a normal life, Nina. You have to act like you can't make any mistakes, like you are perfect. You've seen how they act, you have to act the same way."
"What happened if they find me?" I questioned.
"You'll die."
I breathed deeply. "Nina, I'm going to need you to trust me. I am saving our life here, it's the only thing I can do. From here on, you're on your own." He pulled out a manila folder. "Here is all your information. Your job, house, husband, everything."
He got up and headed for the door. "Good luck, Nina."
Just as he turned the knob I shouted, "Jerome!"
He turned.
"Thanks."
He just left.
X
Fabian Joseph Rutter.
My husband.
He was a government officer, with a high level status, and was a caring, sweet, compassionate kind of guy.
Great, we'll get along so well.
Careful, you have to act like a Perfect.
But hey, if we got to pick our spouses, this guy would not be on my list.
I arrived at my home, in a secluded town. It was marble white, with each bush surrounding it trimmed, not even an inch off. There were two pillars, and the house was three stories high. I blinked for a second, and suddenly it became the orphanage that haunted me daily.
I climbed out of my car, and headed for the door. I knocked twice. A man in dress pants and a blazer answered.
"Are you Fabian?" I asked politely. Perfectly ladylike.
"Yes. Are you Nina?" he replied.
I nodded. He laughed, while leading me inside, "You know, you do have a key."
Flames burned my cheeks. Perfects do not make mistakes. "Sorry, they said the effects would work within twenty-four hours."
"Must be different for a girl," he commented. "I'm Fabian Rutter. Your husband."
"Nina Martin, your wife."
It was silent after that, so I headed into the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator only to see ingredients, and no food.
Oh my God.
I have to cook.
The last time I cooked, I burned my fingers and the stove. Victor scolded me for hours and I was locked in my tiny closet for forty-eight hours, with no food or water.
"Hey," Fabian whispered coming behind me. I turned around, as the coolness of the fridge sent shivers down my back. "It's ok. I know you can't cook."
I shakily took in a breath.
He raised an eyebrow. "Because of the twenty-four hour thing. I can do it tonight. Don't worry."
I let go of the breath I was holding in, and said, "Thank you."
I closed the fridge before walking towards the exit.
"Actually, Nina, I wanted to talk to you," he began. I turned slowly. "Would you mind?"
I nodded, before sitting beside him on our leather couch.
"Before we start talking about all the important stuff in marriage, I want to get to know you. What's your favorite color? Where did you live? Stuff like that."
I didn't know what to say. I never talked to anyone expect for Jerome. He was the closet friend I had. But I knew a Perfect woman would never disobey a man.
"My favorite color is blue, not like a dark blue or a sky blue, more like a concrete blue," I started. I didn't look into his eyes, the way a Perfect woman shouldn't. "I don't know why, it's just that color was always comforting to me. When the hospital gave me to the orphanage, I was wrapped in a blanket of that color. Um… I never knew my dad and my mom died after giving birth to me. The orphanage was not exactly luxurious but I managed. The man in charge used to torture us but I got used to it." Silence. "How about you?"
"Me?" I nodded. "Well, my favorite color is green, like emerald green. I love how it sparkles, at the right moment. I lived by the stream. My father was a government official as well, so I am a true patriot. I love music, and I love to write. I can't draw but I have to admit to making some pretty mean stick figures."
I giggled. But, internally I was groaning. I thought this guy was great, maybe I wouldn't develop feelings like love for him but I thought we could at least be friends forced to live together. Except for the fact he was a government official. Another reason why Jerome and I were so close is because we hated the government. Now, I was forced to marry a man who believes in everything I wish I could burn and rip to shreds.
"I apologize, but it's getting late," I stated. "I'm just going to go freshen up." I headed upstairs to the bathroom in the master bedroom. I couldn't even recognize all the details because my tears made it too blurry. I'm married to a man who could kill me if he finds out I'm a Chosen. And I actually wanted to know him, become his friend, make it easier to adjust to everything and hide whom I was.
"Nina?" he said, as he knocked on the door. I didn't have the strength to tell him to go away, so he took that as a yes to come in.
He saw my puffy face. "Are you alright?"
I looked down. "I'm ok," I answered. "It's just been a long day. And I can't believe that my future is staring me in the face. What if I mess up? What if they find-" I stopped myself. I had begun to tell Fabian all of my problems, about what I was. I already began to trust him too fast, but I couldn't help it. I told him about how bad the orphanage was, which I didn't tell many people, even if I knew them and they lived outside the orphanage. "What if they find out that I made a mistake? Even by accident? I'll go to prison, I'll be an ImPerfect."
"Nina, I understand," Fabian hushed. "I sometimes worry about that too. But it will not happen. Ever. The system is perfect, we are Perfects, and everything around is perfect."
I nodded. He reached down to wipe the tears away, and I let him, even with my face towards. I couldn't believe I was letting him this close. Jerome never came this close because I refused to let him. I never let anybody come this close.
"Come on, Nina, look at me," Fabian begged. I shook my head. It wasn't something a Perfect would do. Besides, I revealed this much without looking at him. How much would I say if I did?
He sighed, before he headed to the door. I turned around, my still down, my body facing the mirror. "I understand Nina. Anything you need, I'll be there, I'll understand. I promise."
Just before it was too late, I looked in the mirror, my emerald eyes staring back at me. He shut the door.
But not before I could see his eyes.
They were concrete blue.