Desired - A dangerous attraction

- POV MEGAN

The sound of the rain is a torment against the fogged glass window. Every breath I take makes the outside less clear.

I can't see what's outside clearly, through no fault of my own. The air coming out of my lungs fogs up the transparent glass.

This is what my life looks like.

I can't see a future.

I've messed everything up and now nothing seems right. I can't see any hope in my destiny, just that blurred vision of something I don't even know if I can handle.

One step at a time. That's what I've agreed with myself, but it doesn't always work.

The room is cold and clear, but I like the smell of chlorine. The floor is so shiny that I can see my reflection through it.

My dirty clothes from my failed escape attempt make me more nervous than I should be.

They've found me. 

I have to get away as soon as possible.

It's been years of hiding in the shadows, walking in places a young girl shouldn't walk.

I've learned to fend for myself so as not to go hungry, cold, or suffer at the hands of the cruel people who live by night.

I made my way. I got a job, not very well paid, but it paid the bills and a roof over my head so that I could live without having to hide on the sidewalks.

And that was my mistake.

I shouldn't have settled down. I should have stuck to my original plan and moved to another city, wiping out my traces without looking back.

I let my guard down because I was tired.

Now I'm stuck in a room waiting for my companions to arrive, to finish off what's left of me.

I turn away from the window, huffing with frustration, and sit down in the chair opposite the door.

At any moment they could walk through that white door.

I try to ignore the throbbing pain under my body. That gifted man was huge and threw himself at me without any mercy. He must be a good few meters tall, no doubt about it.

Perhaps he showed more hatred than I expected to receive.

I wonder if my companions feel the same way about me.

I hope they do. I want them to hate me as much as I need to hate them.

I settle into the uncomfortable chair, trying to reduce the pain in my spine. On the table is the file I haven't dared to open.

The file that shows the five people who will be responsible for my fate.

The five people who must hate me the most.

This is not common in our society. Predestined companions are like soul mates. Somehow, nature crosses the gifted so that our powers remain in constant evolution.

When we are old enough, we are registered in a database and the system shows us our mates. The bond is so strong that it brings us a certain honor to belong to someone.

In our society, we value power.

Being linked means more power.

We weren't born to be alone but to share our life and gift with one or more other people.

My case was extremely rare.

It's common to find a central with two companions. A central with three companions is much stronger.

When they found out that five companions were linked to me, I was scared.

Mom said that everything would be fine, that they would take care of me and be good people, just like my three parents.

Although only one was my biological father, I was raised by my mother's three partners.

I haven't seen them for years.

I miss them so much.

Our society doesn't function in the usual way that non-gifted people do, but despite our great differences, we manage to get along.

We don't live together, but we don't live at war either.

That's because our council lives in negotiations with the government of the non-gifted.

We have our representatives. They inherited their positions, and are usually created to take over their duties and retire their parents.

I know that one of my companions is an advisor.

Eu folheio a pasta de arquivos fechada na mesa e finalmente crio coragem para abri-la.

Na primeira folha, me deparo com o nome de Nathan Hill, idade. Não acho que ele tenha idade suficiente para um conselheiro, mas sua foto mostra um homem com uma aparência madura. Sua barba preta está bem aparada e seu cabelo penteado, ele emana poder.

A parte sobre seu presente está vazia.

Eu viro a página para ver o que vem a seguir e encontro seu irmão mais novo: Ace Hill.

A família Hill é conhecida pela sociedade por ser velha e renomada, só sei disso porque minha mãe mencionou assim que saíram os resultados, mas fiz questão de esquecer esse sobrenome para não ter nenhum apego a eles.

Ace tem os mesmos olhos de Nathan, mas seu olhar é muito mais difícil. Seu cabelo preto está desgrenhado e, como seu irmão, ele não sorri. Seu ar é sério demais para um homem de anos. Ele é o diretor de um instituto educacional.

Olhando para a frente, um olho verde predatório faz meu estômago dar um nó. Ele usa um uniforme militar preto com o símbolo do conselho em branco. Seu cabelo castanho claro está enrolado no topo da cabeça. Sua barba é mais longa que a de Nathan. Os soldados geralmente usam o cabelo bem cortado. Os soldados costumam usar o cabelo bem cortado, mas não esse cara, ele é uma contradição aos meus sentidos.

Shadow Lennox, primeiro-tenente da Organização Militar dos Superdotados (OMD).

Que porra é essa?

Eu sou apenas uma garota que viveu entre os não dotados em uma cidade do interior. Como a natureza escolheu esses homens para mim?

Meus pais são ricos, eu sei, mas não são nem de longe tão influentes ou importantes para a sociedade.

Um conselheiro. Um diretor. Um tenente. Quem será o próximo? O próprio Superman?

Esses homens são jovens para ocupar cargos tão importantes. Eu nem terminei meus estudos...

Eu vou vomitar.

Lamento mais uma vez ter sido pego. Como eu poderia ter sido tão estúpido e desleixado? Esses homens me odeiam agora.

Em nossa sociedade, é uma grande blasfêmia virar as costas para o vínculo, é considerado um crime.

Não é da nossa natureza rejeitar nossos parceiros.

Respiro fundo algumas vezes, tentando parar a náusea que sinto quando vejo os registros dos homens dos quais tento escapar há anos.

O próximo parece mais jovem e seu sorriso me faz sorrir sem querer, seus olhos azuis são cativantes, seu cabelo loiro brilha contra o sol e ele parece legal, totalmente diferente dos três primeiros que acabei de ver.

Noah G. Nash III.

Outro herdeiro do conselho. Estudante de Direito e atleta na Hill University.

- POV MEGAN

Wait, isn't that the last name of the first two? This is so confusing.

Like the previous ones, there's no sign of your gift.

Why are they keeping this from me?

I lose the will to continue looking at the file, afraid that it might get worse, but I face the last page determined to get it over with.

Tristan Davis, years old, student at Hill University.

Simply the son of the current f*ck*ng president of the Gifted Council.

I throw the file on the table, huffing my frustration.

I'm f*ck*d.

I lose track of how long I've been waiting for someone to come and talk to me. I'm told they're going to call my companions to let them know I've been found.

My stomach rumbles, reminding me that my last meal was lunch the day before. After I was captured and left in this room, no one came back. I wasn't even offered a glass of water.

That's what you should expect if you run away from your companions.

I w