Hey Guys!

This is in Nina's POV again. I will post two more chapters tonight, to finish off this story.

There are some things in this that are irrelevant, just saying. They are important but not like it will come in the next chapter or anything they are just memories.

Enjoy!

Oh there is guns and violence, just saying.

Enjoy!

~IfWritersCouldSpeak~

Nina POV

Fabian and I were handcuffed, as we were dragged away to our deaths. They wrapped ropes around our feet as well, and placed a bag over our heads.

I could hear Fabian's breathing hitch, a sign that he's nervous and terrified. I fiddled with my fingers, trying to find a way out, but all that was on my mind was Jerome.

He was dead, executed they said it. I believed it. They how was he here? Did they fake his death? Was it to trick us? Are they forcing him to help them? Did someone on the inside help him like how he helped me? Is he pretending to find me? Is he pretending for Mara and Jennifer? Is this is all a dream?

These questions came with no answers and I was obviously not provided with any.

I could feel them push us into a door, and the doors slide shut. I could only hear one set of feet. I tentatively whispered, "Fabian?"

We were pushed upwards, and the speed knocked me against the back wall. I could feel my head thumping as my blood boiled. I felt my body vibrating against the cold walls. I could tell it was metal, and I knew the other person in the elevator was still standing.

I gritted my teeth as the box I was in stopped. I could feel someone grab me and pull me up. I elbowed them several times, until the person threatened, "You do that again, Princess, you'll be getting worse punishment than your buddy is."

I whimpered, as I thought of Fabian on the floor somewhere getting tortured, not even knowing who was killing him came into my mind.

I was thrown into a room somewhere, and I could feel my handcuffs loosen. I ripped them off, before I pulled the bag of my head. I began to untie the ropes around my ankles. I ran to the door and shook the knob.

"I wouldn't bother," a voice recommended. I slowly turned around to see Jerome in a lab coat, exactly how he was on the day of my test. "The door can't be opened unless administered."

"Well you guys have been planning this for a while," I commented.

"Oh, yes," he confirmed. He leaned against the counter, "Oh, yeah for months."

"How?" I questioned. "You didn't know I was a Chosen until a month ago."

"Oh, same old Nina, always was underestimating The Council, weren't you? We've known for a while Nina. We've been planning your execution. We didn't expect that husband to develop real feelings for you, but we got over that. It just made it harder for you. You had a shield Nina, but he had too many dents in him." He walked closer, "I thought I always told you this government was too powerful to be stopped."

"No," I stated, "you were the one who told me to take it down."

He chuckled, "Oh, yes, silly me. I was thinking about you." He walked closer, "What happened to that girl?"

"You left," I told him, "and it showed how weak it was. How fragile it was, how one person could take it down."

"Now when did I say that exactly?" he asked.

"When you said I was a Chosen," I replied. "And when you assigned Fabian Rutter as my husband."

He smiled, "Oh, yes, I wouldn't say that was a wonderful idea." Jerome was now right in front of me, "He really loves you, you know? But of course, how could he love a rebel? A girl who could only kill him? A girl who is like his father, a betrayer and a liar? How long did it take you to tell him? Notice how right after you told him, he took off, forgetting all about you. I don't think that's really a coincidence Nina, I think he realized how many lies there were and he ran."

Tears ran down my cheeks. "That's not true," I said. "No, Fabian would never do that to me. He loves me."

"Really? Did he say that before or after he found out?" Jerome asked.

I looked down, and I wiped my eyes. My throat burned as I cried, my arms felt weak, I wanted to curl up and cry. Fabian loves me. I was starting to love him. He was the greatest creature to ever walk this earth. He was a fighter; he made me a better person. He taught me how to love and care for someone. He showed me that there were people bigger than you, and people worth living for. That you don't have to do everything alone. He showed me a better life. He made me excited to wake up in the morning. I wanted to be with him forever. I wanted to wake up in his arms daily.

I loved how he looked at me. I loved how he protected me. How he was never angry with me when I messed up. How he understood everything I went through. How I could look into his concrete blue eyes and I would be in peace. How he would do anything for me.

I loved Fabian.

I didn't realize I was in the chair, until Jerome looked at me and said, "Who could love you? You kill everyone you love." He didn't strap me in, so I took this as my chance. He grabbed my tiny fists in his clammy hands and said, "Don't."

He was right though. Even though I loved Jerome, I had gotten him killed. I had killed the real, pure Jerome. Even if it all was a trick, I had him killed.

I kept muttering, "It's not true" even though it was.

I killed Jerome.

Now I'm going to kill Fabian.

Jerome tapped on the door three times, a pause between the first and the second. He body was right in front in, his figure blocking the glass.

The knob turned, and Jerome stepped out. "I'm going to need the 'special' tools for our guest."

The door closed, and only Jerome and I were left in the room.

"Jerome, what happened? They said you died," I told him.

"Nina, haven't you understood? I've been working with the government to capture you. They made sure you heard that I was dead. You think Rutter's idea under the tree cut it? They saw you, Nina, but they told the troops not to attack. I was a part of the team, Nina. I knew how you acted, and I knew everything about you. I was their greatest ally."

"Why?" I asked him, begging. "Why would you do that to me? I thought you loved me like your sister. You always said that, Jerome. You always tried to protect me as a child-"

"I was a child myself, Nina, I didn't realize the capability of the government, how much luxury they gave. How wonderful they were. I didn't understand."

"When did it change? When did you decide to help hunt me?"

He whispered, after some silence, "When they threatened Mara and Jennifer."

I opened my mouth to respond, when the door knocked, using the same signal Jerome had used. Jerome opened the door, and took a bag from the guard.

The guard was a few inches shorter than Jerome. He looked at me with hateful eyes. I looked down, and I saw. There was a bandage around his left foot.

He was the man I had hit with the knife that struck Fabian's arm two nights ago.

Jerome came closer, and pulled a single hypodermic needle out of the bag. It was already filled with a clear liquid. Jerome tapped it four times, before he held it out towards me, the needle ready to pierce my skin.

For a moment there, I saw the old Jerome. I saw the shy, funny, friendly, brown haired boy who used to talk to me about he wanted to rule the world, while standing on our favorite rock, to make him a foot taller. I saw the guy who would carry me home, when Daisy Dollers used to chuck rocks at me. I saw the boy who used to laugh at me, because I couldn't make puppy dog eyes.

I saw my best friend.

As soon as the needle was right on top of my skin, I punched him in the gut. He flew backwards, and I grabbed the needle. I got out of the chair, and got close to him.

"Nina," he warned, as I dug the needle into his arm, and pressed down on the plunger. Tears fell, as I saw my best friend on the ground, unconscious, and a needle in my hair, that was lightly soaked with some of his blood. I ripped off my cuffs and pressed them where I had placed the needle, and kept it there for two minutes.

I got up, praying that he would be alive, and I knocked on the door three times like Jerome had. I was up on my tippy-toes that way my blonde hair was seen, just like Jerome did.

The guard turned the knob, and stepped in, until I kicked him in the gut. He doubled over and I clawed on his back, and jumped on him. He fell to the ground before shaking me off.

I laid on the ground, as he got up and pulled out a gun. I moved to his foot, and I applied pressure where the bandage was. The man screamed in agony, and dropped his gun. I got up, before running out the door, his gun in my hand.

I pressed myself to a wall, as a siren went off and red lights flashed all around me. I could hear footsteps pound down the hall. I ran across, to the other side, as the bullets whooshed around me.

There was someone right behind me, and I could hear them click off the safety. I turned around, and pulled the trigger, and I saw the person stagger backwards, gripping their arm.

I ran towards a door, and pushed it open, and I found a set of stairs. I climbed, knowing that they would keep Fabian at the top of the building, because that's where all The Council Members would be.

I vigorously climbed upwards, my legs were burning, and the set of stairs seemed to keep lingering on and on.

I heard the doors below me open again. I looked down to see at least five men; all carrying weapons begin to climb. I kept going upwards. The door was at least twenty feet above me, but the men were gaining on me.

One, two, I counted. One, two.

I was about five feet from the door when the bullet struck me in the shoulder. I screamed, and fell and the calls of victory were so close to me. I began to crawl to the door, when someone lifted me up, digging the bullet deeper into my body. I yelled and hollered, but then they did something strange.

They carried me to the door.

Someone pushed it open, and they dropped me on the ground like a rag doll. I curled up, and protected myself, my eyes shut.

When I opened them, bandages covered her head, but her eyes were as devilish as ever.

"Hello Nina," Madam Snake greeted in front of her posse, "I told you I keep promises."

So, I hoped you like it!

See you in a few hours!

~IfWritersCouldSpeak~