In the Name of Chaos

Chapter 22: New life- EVE'S PERSPECTIVE

Eve's perspective

"Another break in! Can you believe it?" Some nurses complain, passing my new office to get to the meeting. 

A number of us have already made our way to the new location. Of course, transporting every doctor, security, and Gifted will take a number of days. Perhaps it may take a number of weeks. I'm sure, this time around, we can agree that more time is needed for such transportation to ensure our location is not discovered.

However, despite the extra time we may be willing to put into this task, I believe our compound will be discovered again. The discovery may happen in weeks or months, but it is likely to happen. I know there's a spy within our Purus walls. I don't who it is, neither do I have much reason to believe this is so, but I trust my intuition. There must be a spy.

"Grace, we need to hurry." Laughter fills the corridor as people hurry through it.

I smile at a few more nurses walking past my office. They're making their way to the meeting. All the medical staff are expected to be there. However, I am exempt from attending this meeting. My talent is recognized, so I am not forced to listen to advice regarding new and improved training methods for the medical team.

Instead, I remain in my office to continue my purpose in this life. I must continue curing the sick. On the rare occasions when I am unable to do so, I must remove them from this world and pray they find peace in the next. The latter is what I must do for the young man crying behind me.

I sigh as I close and lock my office door, preventing outsiders from looking in. I hate to do this. More than anything in the world, I wish to make the Gifted normal. I wish to return them to their harmless and pure state, but that cannot be the case for everyone who walks through my door. At least, not yet. The day will come when I am able to cure them all.

"Can you cure me, Doc?" He asks.

His voice is deep, and I must admit, he has a handsome face. He reminds me of a man I once loved. It's even stranger that they share the same name.

"Yes," I lie, "I can cure you, David."

The man smiles, overjoyed by the hope I give him. I do not like to lie, but how can I not in a situation as this. There is no harm in telling David that he will be receiving the help he seeks.

Perhaps, in some way, I am curing him. Through death, I am giving him a new life; one with the possibility of a Gifted-less state. Today, David will be free of all illness. He will live in peace.

I walk to my desk, organizing all files on top of it and making sure I input all necessary data on my computer. Most of it will have to be lies claiming David is a dangerous defect.

"Thank you, Eve. Thank you."

That is something, amongst his surname and young age, he does not have in common with the man I once loved. My David was never the type of man to thank me, and this man in front of me has done so on many occasions.

It isn't that my David was never grateful for anything I did for him, he simply did not know how to thank me. It was strange, but I understood him. I understood almost everything about my David, except his acceptance of the Gifted.

"You do not need to thank me. I'm only doing my job."

"Then thank you for doing your job, Eve."

David smiles, crossed legged, as he sits on the seat closest to my desk. Knowing his fate, I offered him the most comfortable seat in here.

"I'm sorry, David. Your name seems to be awakening some awfully traumatic memories. Will it bother you if I call you Dave? That isn't too much of a difference, is it?"