by T. C. Edge
She squeezes a tight breath from her lungs.
“It’s OK. I understand. Now come, let’s get you appropriately dressed.”
She begins scanning the clothes we bought, before picking out something suitable for me to wear. It’s easily the prettiest garment I have: an elegant dress that hugs my frame quite nicely, which she pairs with a light summer jacket and heels.
“It’s a bit much, isn’t it? Can’t I just wear a sweater and jeans?”
“Brie, it’s your wedding day! You need to look the part.”
“What, to take a test and sign a contract? No one’s even going to be there to see.”
“Look, we have no time to argue. Get dressed and I’ll pack your things. Quickly now, time is ticking.”
She works to fold my clothes as neatly as she can, before asking me where my suitcase is. I gesture to my rotten backpack. She recoils in horror.
“That will NOT do!”
A few minutes later, she’s journeyed down to her car and back, bringing a rather more appropriate suitcase with her. I suppose she must carry one around with her for this very eventuality.
With my dress and jacket on, and suitcase packed, Sophie quickly administers some light makeup and does what she can with my hair. I’ve never seen her so anxious, her anger at my nonchalance threatening to spill over.
I can only assume that personal events at home have served to exacerbate her mood, and so try to keep my mouth shut wherever possible to keep from provoking the beast. In the end, silence appears to be the best method of placating her.
Before leaving, I get nothing but a cursory hug from Mrs Carmichael down in the main hallway. She’s said what she needed to say already, and with Sophie present, merely whispers some final words of luck and support into my ears.
She finishes with a palm to my cheek and, with slightly watery eyes that betray her supposed disapproval of all of this, smiles proudly and tells me I look beautiful.
Then she swishes around and vanishes, leaving me with a stab of sadness in my heart as I watch her depart with a lingering look.
Then, out of the academy we go, a sense of numbness engulfing me for a time as we enter Sophie’s car and start heading towards Inner Haven. I hardly hear her as she speaks, running through a final few things that I might need to know about the process of the day.
Even now, with so much difficulty in her own life, with so much doubt and fear, she’s still doing her job. Still working to satisfy the duty she’s been assigned.
It’s how those in power continue to exist for so long, unchallenged by the people. They set them their tasks and give them some limited version of true freedom, just enough to demand compliance and obedience.
Over generations, habits are formed and people begin to be born into their roles, creating endless loops and self-fulfilling prophecies. The powerful gain more control and influence, and the weak begin to rely on them, believing them their saviours and protectors, the only ones who can create a safer, more prosperous world.
Sophie is a prime example of it all. I can sense the fear in her, the nagging tug at her heart, that endless pain inside her that won’t ever go away. Not unless she’s freed from the invisible constraints that shackle her, her eyes opened to a world beyond the one she’s been presented.
I feel such a weight on me to help her, to help everyone I see as we drive through the streets. Each day that passes I learn more, the shroud of lies fading before my eyes and revealing the terrible truth of what this world has become.
And now, I’m going right to the heart of that world, right to its core. It’s a thought that both frightens and excites me. For better or worse, something is going to give.
I don’t ask Sophie about Rycard as we move through the city. I can sense it in her, dipping into her mind any time she glances at me. He’s not good, and I know that. And I know, too, that she doesn’t want to talk about it. That much would be clear enough without my ability to read her thoughts.
Like with so many other things, she’s grown adept at forcing such concerns to the back of her head, compartmentalising the various facets of her life. Right now, she should be at home with him. But she’s not. She’s here with me, doing her duty. Because if she doesn’t, the consequences would be dire.
That is the ruthless nature of the Savants. The callous cost of being ruled by those without proper emotion, without the ability to fully empathise with the concerns of the common people of this city. Those who rely on logic alone to determine the course of their actions.
In the end, the species may prosper; humans, however altered by our own science and ambition, might once again gain dominion over the country, the planet. But along the way, so much will be lost, and so many innocent people will die.
In the end, the Consortium are battling with the Nameless for the soul of this world.
And I’m right at the heart of that too…
My approval test is set to be held within the building next to Compton’s Hall, where this part of my journey started. It was only a few weeks ago that I met Adryan there for the first time at the bachelor ball, when I passed out in such spectacular fashion as my powers began to manifest.
It stands to reason that my journey should come full circle, and conclude right here as well. If ever I get to stop and think for more than a few minutes, I’ll probably wonder just how all this has happened so quickly.
Hopefully, the next stage of my journey will be equally swift…
Compton’s Hall, of course, is a bland structure, and the neighbouring building equally so. Smaller, and attached to the grander hall’s left flank, it’s merely intended for the testing of suitable candidates to ensure they’re fully committed to entering into a life here in Inner Haven.
I’ll give the Savants one thing: they are very thorough in what they do.
For most girls, the process is a fairly long-winded one. Firstly, they have to be officially scouted. Then, they’re required to go through tests to ensure they’re the right ‘calibre’ of woman, whatever that means. Then, they need to present themselves to the bachelors and hope for a match. After that, the courting process is initiated, and they need to impress their match sufficiently for them to apply for them to take the approval test.
Finally, should they pass the test, they’ll be allowed to marry their chosen man. Or, I should say, the man who chose them.
It’s a fairly extensive method of picking only the most suitable flowers to plant in these colourless gardens. A method that, mercifully, I have largely sidestepped through the fast-tracking provided by Adryan’s position of rank around these parts.
And right here is where it all culminates. Nothing but a formality, really, to weed out those final rotten eggs who might, by some miracle, have slipped through the net so far. I’m certainly one of them, and were it not for my special gifts, I’d most likely fail this test.
With Sophie’s car pulling to a stop on the street, close to the centre of the city, she steps out and hurries me towards the entrance. A check of my watch tells me that it’s 1.58PM, with my test due to start in only a couple of minutes.
In a rush, I’m dragged through the main door and into a reception room. A woman sits behind a blank desk, its electronic surface dancing with words and numbers as she flicks files and notes around on the touch-screen.
Our loud and sudden interruption causes her to slowly lift her eyes to us. I see that several other girls, dressed similarly to me, are waiting nervously in a seating area off to one side.
Sophie strides for the desk, trying not to pant in a bid to maintain her dignity.
“I’m here with Brie Melrose. She has her approval test at 2PM,” she says with a cringe. “Sorry for being so late…”
The woman’s fingers tap and swipe a few times, bringing up a schedule to confirm my appointment.
“Yes, Brie Melrose, 2PM,” she says. Her eyes lift to mine. “You can go right through, Miss Melrose. Room 4 down the hall.”
Her attention returns to he
r work, and Sophie quickly spins me into the shortest hug of my life.
“Good luck,” she says hurriedly. “I’ll be waiting out here for you. Quickly, go, go…”
She gives me a little shove in the direction of the corridor. I barely have a second to think or get my mind in gear as I begin moving towards room 4. When I reach it, I take a breath and knock. A voice calls me in.
I find a woman sitting behind a small table in an otherwise empty room, which immediately brings back memories of Agent Woolf’s horrible interrogation lair. It’s a theme of this place that I’m struggling to get used to. No room seems to carry any life at all, no embellishments to give it some character.
This one is no different, and the woman awaiting me fits it perfectly. She offers no expression as I enter, but merely tells me to take a seat in front of her. I do so, and see that her table is also an interactive screen, lines of questions set out for me to answer.
I try to break the ice by telling the woman I’m sorry if I’m late. She ignores me completely and merely says: “Let’s get started.”
As I’ve been told, the test is little more than a formality, my knowledge of Adryan and Inner Haven tested. Mostly, given how Savants here really have so little interesting life experience and character, the questions that come regarding Adryan are extremely basic. Honestly, there’s so little they can actually ask about him.
The part of the test that focuses on life in Inner Haven is a little harder, if only for me to convince the woman that their procedures and etiquettes appeal to me. Firstly, she merely asks questions, and gauges my responses carefully as I speak, ticking boxes at appropriate points when she’s satisfied.
Then, when she needs further confirmation, she sets about exploring my thought patterns, verifying her status as a Mind-Manipulator. It’s at this point that the test truly begins. Lying is easy enough for many people, but there’s no method for most to keep their true thoughts and feelings at bay in the face of this sort of mental exploration.
I am, however, not most people, and my sparring with both Zander and Agent Woolf have set me up perfectly for this bout. This particular woman is, quite frankly, not as gifted as they are. I suppose this job doesn’t call for deep mental extraction, but merely a surface view of things, a quick check to see if any particular participant is lying.
I have no trouble dealing with it, happily projecting thoughts and feelings of total obedience to both Inner Haven and Adryan. I sit there with an inane smile on my face that she probably doesn’t realise is completely false, and use my trickery to dumfound her.
Oh, I love it here. Ever since I first came here for the ceremony, I’ve desperately wanted to live here. I can’t wait to be here full time, and to marry Adryan. I am completely devoted to him, and will give him wonderful Savant children…
I go on and on, saying the same things and filling my thoughts with such sarcastic sentiment. I can almost see the woman reading them as I spout the rubbish, my lies overpowering the true thoughts going on inside my head, somewhere deep down where she can’t find them.
The only thing that carries any sort of truth is my affection for Adryan, budding though it may be. The little time I’ve spent with him has given him some appeal I would never have expected, not from a Savant. When I project thoughts about him, much of what I’m thinking is true.
The rest, to this tester woman, appears perfectly true as well. After the brief analysis of my cognition, I feel her withdraw. She looks at me for a few moments, before dropping her eyes to the screen.
Though upside down and largely blurred from the angle I’m looking from, I can still make out one particular box at the bottom that is yet to be either ticked or crossed through. Her eyes drift down towards it, and her index finger finds its centre, flicking upwards and filling the box with a diagonal line.
The box glows with a rare show of colour, turning green.
And a smile lifts on my face, genuine now.
Looking back up at me, the woman’s stony expression ceases to change despite the next words to fall from her thin lips.
“Congratulations, Miss Melrose,” she says. “You have been approved for marriage.”
She doesn’t even try to work up a simulated smile, replicating the look on my face. And for the first time since I entered, the stirring of joy in me is quite real, if brief.
I stand from my chair, grinning.
“I passed?” I ask, showing the first bit of surprise.
She nods.
“Now please leave the room,” she drones. “I have other ladies to test.”
Wow, this woman needs to work on her manners…
I don’t need to be told a second time, and quickly find myself pacing out of the door, down the corridor, and straight back into the reception room. I consider playing a little game with Sophie, pretending that I failed, but seem to be unable to stop the smile from sticking to my face.
Which is odd, really. I suppose it’s just relief to get through all of this. Finally, I’m going to be allowed into the High Tower. Finally, I can get to work.
Sophie rushes straight towards me, and sets her shaking hands to my arms.
“Did you pass?! Are you in?!” she asks.
My smile seems to answer for me.
“You passed! You’re in!” she splutters, dragging me into a far longer hug this time. Releasing me, she continues to show her obvious joy. “Oh, that’s wonderful. You must come to dinner soon! I can’t wait to meet Adryan. Oh this is fantastic…”
She continues to chatter as we go outside. And her desire to meet Adryan is quickly realised.
He stands beside his car, dressed in a fine light grey suit, the same one as he wore during the bachelor ball. Sophie’s chattering fades into nothing in my ears, and I lock eyes with him across the street.
His smile is authentic. There’s nothing fake about this man.
This man…
Who’s about to become my husband.
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My whirlwind romance with Adryan is complete.
I wander over to him as Sophie’s voice fades out, and step right in front of him, gazing up towards his silver eyes.
“I’m in,” I say gently. “I passed.”
“I know,” he replies, his eyes alight. “You were always going to, Brie. So come on, shall we go get wed?”
He opens the door to his car, and I momentarily forget about my liaison. She ambles over behind, giving us a moment alone before interrupting.
“This must be the lucky man,” she says.
Adryan turns to her, and performs a little bow. She does the same, her expression stiffening with reverence as she does so.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs Winchester,” says Adryan politely. “I can’t thank you enough for guiding Brie through this process.”
“Oh, the pleasure was all mine, I assure you Mr Shaw. Brie has been a troublesome delight, if that makes any sense. Quite the challenge at times, but very different from most of the girls I work with. And please do call me Sophie…if you want to, of course.”
She bows her head again, maintaining the utmost level of respect for Adryan. Unlike me, she’s well versed in displaying the proper etiquette around here.
“Well, that’s why I chose her, Sophie,” says Adryan, glancing at me with the smallest of winks. “And do call me Adryan.”
Sophie seems delighted by the exchange.
“I’d love to host you for dinner one evening,” she blurts out, “if that’s agreeable?”
“Most agreeable, Sophie. We can arrange something soon. But now, we really must get going.”
“Oh, of course, don’t let me stop you,” hurries Sophie voice. Then her feet hurry, bringing her right up to me. Another bout of congratulations ensue before I’m allowed to get into the car.
As we drive off, Sophie continues to stare at us, visible in the rear-view mirror.
“She’s very…dedicated, isn’t she?” muses Adryan.
“She really is. She’s having ser
ious problems at home, and yet she’s still here, trucking away. I honestly don’t know how she does it.”
Adryan frowns at me.
‘You don’t? Brie, you’ve had plenty of problems of your own, and you’re still going. You don’t give yourself enough credit.”
I shrug and look out the window.
“Maybe,” I mumble, looking at the High Tower looming above us. “So what happens after we sign the contract? Do we move straight in there?”
A renewed swarm of nerves pulse through me. So many enemies. So many eyes. So many things that could go wrong.
Adryan’s voice halts the trail of nagging doubts.
“We’ll be assigned our apartment immediately, yes,” he says. “The Council of Matrimony are very efficient, as you’ve probably worked out. As soon as we sign the contract, we can go straight there.”
I nod and stay quiet, still just staring at the vast number of floors, the circular building disappearing into the low clouds, hiding its summit. A summit that harbours the man I’m here for.
The Office of Nuptials isn’t far. As with most important buildings here, it’s positioned near the High Tower around the Inner Spiral. To get there, we need to pass by the City Guard HQ, bringing thoughts of Agent Woolf back into my head.
I don’t allow her any time to settle, to cause concern in me. She’s done that already when creeping through my mind. I refuse to let her do the same when she’s not even here.
Soon enough, the car is slowing once again, and we’re stepping out. It continues off on a pre-programmed route, slipping into some underground parking facility close by as Adryan leads me towards our next destination.
I would have hoped that a building intended for processing marriages would have something more to it. Some sort of decoration to celebrate the bond people make, the love they supposedly share.
It’s a completely naive thought, and one that comes with hope but no expectation. Entering the building, I find it as unremarkable as the rest, nothing but an administration office where couples come to sign themselves up to live with each other and procreate.
The notion of love, being so alien to most Savants, clearly hasn’t been considered. I do wonder how the regular Enhanced feel about it all. Most likely, it’s just another facet of life here that has become so ingrained that they consider it the norm.