Hey Guys,

So this is the first part of the finale. It is pretty intense. There is guns and blood, telling you.

So, um.. here is the thing. You guys all love this, and the idea, but I must be honest. This is for a Challenge. Fashionablyobsessed came up with this idea of Perfection but I twisted around with it.

I love you guys and I feel like I'm lying to you if you continue to believe this is all me.

I understand if your betrayed, I would be too.

Enjoy!

~IfWritersCouldSpeak~

"Nice to see you to," I muttered back to Her Highness.

"I'd be lying if I said I was the most excited person to see you," she admitted. She grabbed my arm, and threw me backwards, and I saw Fabian against a wall, screaming my name. There were cuffs around his ankles and arms, mainly made of rope. There was blood on his face, and a long gash on his stomach. He repeatedly called my name, resulting in him gritting his teeth as a shock ran through his body.

"Stop it! Stop!" I screamed, to the woman in a black coat, who was holding a button. "Please! It was all me, let him go! Kill me, and I wouldn't care! Just let him go!" I watched as they pushed the button again. "Please!"

"You should never defy The Council, Nina," advised the woman in black. She turned around to reveal radish hair, and mischievous green eyes. "It only hurts those closest." Her voice was the same one that told The Council Members at our house to wait, before they left.

She was the leader.

Her pointy hand lingered near the button once more, and I saw Fabian shaking. His body was drenched in sweat, and his eyes were shut tight. I saw him mouthing words, but it was incoherent to me. All I saw was that gash on his stomach. It was deep; I could even see his bone, slightly.

"Just let him go," I begged.

"Oh, sweetie," the leader cooed. She reached down to my height on the ground and stroked my cheek. I turned away but she continued talking, "There's no need to get upset. You knew the collateral damage, but you just didn't want to face it."

She stood up and walked towards the other members. "But here we have a law, so we'll give you a trial." She sat down in her throne, in the center amongst the other members. She sat straight and said, "You have no legal defender, so you'll will have to attempt to defend yourselves.

"May the battle, begin."

Fabian was immediately released, and he took the time to rub his wrists, and limp over to where I stood.

I wrapped my arms around him, and I took him in. He embraced me, his fragile body still enough to make me feel safe, even though every gun was pointed towards my head.

"Eh-hm," a voice cleared their throat. We pulled away, and we were two feet apart, until I reached over and grabbed his hand. He smiled at me and intertwined our fingers.

"This court is under order by the power of The Council, and are here to present the cases of the actions of Mrs. Nina Martin Rutter, age fifteen, and Mr. Fabian Joseph Rutter, age fifteen. These two are taken under custody for the illegal actions of rebellion, defiance of The Council, and the charges of entering restricted wildlife, and for Mr. Fabian Joseph Rutter alone, the act of lying under oath and for Mrs. Nina Martin Rutter, for continuing to use the resources of The Council, and causing a malfunction throughout the system. We will begin with the Prosecution, please begin with your opening statement." A ninety-year-old man read, on the side of the table.

"Nina Rutter and Fabian Rutter will be given punishment and we will prove that their actions pose a serious threat to our government and that their execution is only necessary to get rid of this imperfection," the short Council Member stated.

I shivered.

Imperfection.

Like we were the little smudges on the corner of your mirror, an imperfection. An accident.

We're not accidents.

"You may begin," Madam Sarah told us.

I began to stutter, until Fabian squeezed my hand. I smiled a final smile at him, and said, "We shouldn't be killed. This government is unfair. It is cruel. It causes deaths and heartbreaks. It makes decisions for you. It ruins life. We were all born perfect; we were all born to show mistakes, to give our lives a challenge. Without any mistakes, we're all the same. Being the same is showing a weakness. Anyone takes down one, and then everything goes down. This government controls you, and it shows you no mercy. It makes you feel like you have to, that if you don't you'll die. It gives you someone to love, and then they rip him or her away. They cause you broken hearts, and that causes you misery-an imperfection. Then they act like everything's normal, and they convince. But there's always a tugging at you, telling you to remember what they did. How you felt. How they broke you, so hard you were like a china doll, broken and then they fix you, only to live with the feeling of falling.

"All we did was try to save everyone else from the heartbreak that they would have to endure. We were saving ourselves, and everyone else. I was born to be an ImPerfect and a Perfect. I was born to represent what we should be. I was created as a symbol. You could never find me, because I had such a will to win. I had so many levels, yet I found something to bring me to the ground floor." I looked up at Fabian, "Don't kill us. All we ever did was try to save this world. You made us run; you gave us a reason to fight. We fought for everyone else, we just didn't know.

"And I think somewhere along the way, we fought for each other," I concluded. I saw Fabian smile, and I was ready to kiss him right there, until the paddle connected with the wood of the table.

We looked forward, where the leader was sitting, staring at us with a strong face. "Very touching, but the evidence is too strong. You both have been sentenced to death."

I gasped, and I squeezed Fabian's hand tightly. But they weren't done.

A man, whose voice I recognized from a few nights ago, spoke, "Nina Martin Rutter, you have been sentenced to public execution. It is scheduled for tomorrow afternoon, in the market.

"For Fabian Joseph Rutter, you are sentenced to death my indefinite pain."

I understood a second too late.

A guard leaped forward, and struck his knife exactly where Fabian's old wound was. He screamed so loud, the soundproof rooms even couldn't contain it. I fell to my knees, where he was lying on the ground. I held his hand, and stroked his hair. "You're ok," I whispered. "You'll be fine. Ok? Just stay awake. Ok? Just keep your eyes open," I told him.

"Nina, you and I both know-"

"No!" I scolded. "No, don't say that. We didn't make it home, we didn't figure out what you were. We didn't…" I stopped. "We didn't say we loved each other for the first time."

He smiled, "I love you Nina Martin."

"Rutter," I corrected. "As much as I hate this stupid government, that's the one thing I will agree with them on."

He fixed his statement, "I love you Nina Martin Rutter."

"I love you Fabian Joseph Rutter," I promised, "forever."

I kissed him, his lips already getting cold. I leaned onto his chest, and listened to his chest. I could feel him close his eyes, and put his good hand into my hair. I lifted my head a little, to tell him to stay awake, when someone pulled me away from his body.

I screamed, and I thrashed, and I saw them drag Fabian away. He was really unconscious now; his concrete eyes were hidden from me.

Possibly forever.

"You really thought that would be it, sweetie?" the guard whispered in my ear.

I screamed again, and I elbowed him several times. He brought me to a room, and just as he used one hand to open the knob, I kicked him in the femur, and I elbowed his free side.

He howled, and held tighter, but his gun was on his free side. I ripped it from its restraints, and I pulled the safety, and pushed away from him.

He held up his hands, and I held the gun out, ready to shoot, my finger on the trigger.

I nodded towards the door behind him, and walked backwards slowly. He tapped on the door four times, while I stood behind him, the gun pressed to his back.

Someone opened the door, and I hit the guard who I had held at gunpoint, in the back of the head. I hit the person who opened the door as well.

I began to fire a few bullets, and cries of fear sprung in the air. I saw four Council Members on the ground, and I bellowed, "Where is he?"

One of the male members pointed me to the door across the room. I ran to it, and I jiggled the doorknob. I shot at the locked door, and I kicked it open.

"Fabian!" I yelled to the man, bleeding profoundly on the white sheets. I went to him, dropping my gun, and clasping his hand.

"Nina?" he asked.

"I'm here, I'm here," I confirmed, pushing some hair out his face. "They're not coming for us, Fabian. We're going to get out, ok? Just please, please stay," I begged, before the sobs shook me. "Please, Fabian, please."

"Nina," he said. I leaned on him, and I held our intertwined hands out, as I buried my face into his neck. Even through the smell of blood, the aroma of fresh books and the ocean was still there. "Nina."

I looked into his concrete eyes, and said with all my love, "I love you."

The door burst open the next second. The leader of The Council came in, and pulled me away from him. I screamed, and she slapped me across the cheek.

"Nina!" I heard Fabian yell.

As I lay on the ground, I saw her inch closer, "I warned you."

My gun was in her hand, and she teased me with the safety. She repetitively clicked it on and off, and I cowered before her. I saw Fabian try to get up, and punch her in the back, but his injuries were far too severe.

She pushed the safety button off one more time. Her finger was on the trigger, and she said, "See you next century, Chosen."

Before the bullet could hit my skin though, she collapsed her cold body inches from mine.

And Jerome Clarke standing by the door, his gun smoking.

So I hoped you liked it!

The final chapter will be up by tonight, just in time for the deadline.

I hope you guys like this story.

See ya!

~IfWritersCouldSpeak~