Varia watches helplessly as down, way below her fiancé's new glistening Andursite tower, her minions glistened with sweat work with determination to haul those ginormous shiny, reflective panels. People came back from an expedition on Mars, it was quite the spectacle considering it was the third time mankind set foot on Mars but the first for the astronauts to bring back a material. When Earleen heard of this, she started bidding immediately to get her hands on the rock. Hundreds and hundreds of men and woman push with all their might against the panels that are placed on top of hovering boards, which partly make it easier for them, and set the objects in the correct position against the newly made fifty-feet high wall, surrounding what Earleen claims to be 'Eden'.  They've at least got to be the size of  nine, stadium flat screen televisions glued together. Except these are for are much more important purpose. 'A new era', 'A new nation for mankind', is what she calls it. Apparently, it will be an intelligent and advanced society consisting of only the elite.

Varia exhales a puff of hot air, watching as a murky cloud forms in the freezing, humid air outside on the balcony. Then she turns her eyes upwards. The sky is as grey as her soul, dull and void of happiness. The only colour evident are the little ice-blue flakes of frost falling from the sky. The weather has turned bizarre since the largest nuke in the world, bomb A769 was deployed by that terrorist, sending climate change breaking the scales and going all over the place like a raging teenage girl high on too many hormones. There's a certain..sinister feel in the air. Those who still believe in logic can sense it. The sense that something is coming, changing. Varia eventually turns her gaze to the glass railing besides her and sees her reflection. Behind her head, Earleen can be seen storming off in fustration away from her due to their little dispute earlier. And all of Varia's anger comes back.

"He's my son and I'm taking him!" she bellows and slams her fists against the railing on the balcony before turning around.

"Your son? He's our son." Earleen's head flips back around so fast, she could've broken her own spine there and then.

Varia scoffs, now making her way towards Adrian's room. "I'm more of a mother to him than you'd ever hope to be!"

Varia almost has her foot in the hallway that leads to baby Adrian's room however, in a panicked frenzy, Earleen lunges herself against an emergency lockdown button and the hallway gets blocked off by electric-blue, high voltage lasers. Varia's face only inches away from the beams. A strand of her luscious, curly brown locks falls gracefully towards the floor, one end seared black and smoking. The fear and semi-shock in her eyes gets replaced with a flaming anger and she lets out an outraged gasp.

"Don't your dare," hisses Earleen.

"You're deceiving the human race! Making them believe that fleeing to Mars is their only hope at escaping the radiation. 'These are experiments, nothing more' my ass! I-I've been patient, I've stood by you and.." Varia chokes on her words, her eyes clouding with tears and years of hidden fatigue and distress. "Tried to talk sense into you but you're not there anymore! The woman I fell for had a moral compass. YOU'RE NOT HER!" she finds herself screaming at Earleen.

Earleen's hands still lay across the red button, unmoving, however she can't help but flinch at the words Varia is spilling out and shuts her eyes tight as Varia lets out her rage. A single tear running down her cheek. For a moment, there's just silence, Varia's heavy breathing and the electrical whir of the laser beams blocking Varia's path. Once Earleen is certain Varia has finished, she gains the confidence to speak.

"Where would you go?"

"There's one last ship deporting to Mars."

The last ship headed for Mars has reported ready to leave by 1:30 am. If the spaces are filled then it comes down to: no money, no entry. There's no waiting and especially no exceptions.

"..I'm sorry, but this is my life's work. I love you, I-we can make this work, right? But don't you dare do that," she jolts her head in the direction of Adrian's room, never moving her eyes from Varia's. Her facial expression suddenly turning from bitter, from heartbroken to a pure train wreck. Her face scrunches up in not a very attractive way as she starts sobbing hard and shakes her head ferociously. "Never. Don't you ever dare do that."

With the tension in the air and Earleen's desperate crying, it's almost unbearable for Varia to stand by and watch. However, she doesn't know this woman. She doesn't know how to comfort her. She doesn't know if it's worth doing so. And so she merely leaves the room in silence, throwing Earleen one look of pity before turning her head and not looking back again. Her heels sending echoes throughout their spacious, modern living room.

Two weeks passed since then. The panels were successfully set up and turned on and since their fight, Varia has been treated like a prisoner in her own "home". She's not even able to hold her baby due to Earleen's paranoia. She stares down at Adrian with a loving gaze, tilting her head to the side slightly as she stares at him wiggle and goof around. A barrier of those high-voltage lasers separating the two. He squeezes his tiny fists and throws them in the air with a giggle. One time, he shoved his tiny foot in his mouth. Varia can't help but laugh but then she starts sobbing. She wants to hold him and leave the Tower. However, Earleen stopped her from going to the ship that night.

"Well, if I can't raise him away from her on Mars than I'll just raise him myself in Eden," she mutters under her breath and turns on her heels out of the room.

ALERT! ALERT! ALERT! ALERT! ALERT! ALERT!

Earleen wakes up with a jolt, and with wide eyes, quickly shoots out of her bed. The message on the blue hologram emitting from her watch tells her that someone has breached her main office. In the Tower, Earleen has two. One for everyday tasks like sorting papers, writing documents and another for controlling Eden along side of other loyal people whom Earleen promoted to government officials to help her maintain, look over and aid in the construction of the new civilisation. On the very highest floor on the Tower is her office where she would confide with her second in command as well as a few other important people to decide on an action, afterwards her orders would be sent out to either the law or the public. Originally, she asked Varia to be her second in command, however, she refused the role. Being the President of the United States of America beforehand, it was actually pretty easy to pull off forming an entirely new government.

"Mark, Mark!" she yells into then sleek, silver watch on her wrist which sort of resembles a thick bracelet. "Pick up, can you hear me?" Earleen asks her second in command in a distressed tone. Luckily, the green light emitting from her watch informs her that he has accepted her call.

"Miss Chaucer? I'm currently at my house, I was just finishing dinner. I got an alert that someone without authentication breached the office..is everything alright?"

"I'm checking now. Just get over here as quickly as you can," she sighs.

"Yes, ma'am."

And with that, Earleen ends the call, the green light dissapearing. Biting her lip, Earleen slows down her footsteps, trying to keep them as quiet as possible and pulls out her black handheld gun, the same gun that killed the rulers and ambassadors of the other countries. If someone has breached the office with the motive of bringing down Eden, especially so soon in Eden's development, drastic damage could be done. She can't risk it.

Once she turns the corner to face inside the room, which is lined with benches and benches of controls and computers that are usually handled by Earleen's employees are placed facing a large screen. The screen, now pitch black, would normally display footage and data of Eden's success and development. The only light in the room coming from the blue hue emitting from the computers, with the government official Edenial screen saver on them. In the middle of the room, a silhouette of (a man or woman, Earleen isn't too sure), pulls down a lever but soon realises he/she has company. Their hand dangling, shaking the tiniest bit over a big, red button. The one that controls the direction of the anti-radiation panels.

Earleen's eyes shoot wide with fear and she points the gun, out in front of her at the intruder. "You! Come out of the shadows and put your hands above your head! I won't ask again!" she shouts in a demanding voice but the person doesn't budge.

"I said-" she starts and takes a few steps forward but immediately regrets doing so.

It's as if Varia had walked over and literally kneed her in the stomach. However, she still stands there, with Adrian cradled in her right arm, her free hand inches above the button that would doom all of her life's work. For a second, Earleen is winded. She can't speak.

"No.." is all she mutters. Eventually, she starts to shake her head. "No! Don't you dare! Don't you do it. Varia, step away from the control panel-"

All her fiancé does is look back with a terrified expression on her face. She wants to move her hand down but she can't seem to do it with Earleen in the same room. However much she may hate and despise her for all she's done, she's lived through so much, experienced so much with the woman standing across from her. It's unexplainable.

"Please, I don't want to shoot, ju-just back away," Earleen stutters, struggling to keep her breathing steady.

They're both frozen for a few moments and Varia's trying to fight the paradox of emotions forming in her head. However, one glance down at her baby boy and the answer becomes clear to her. She wants Adrian to live a better life than this, she won't allow him to grow in something so corrupt.

"I'm sorry," Varia replies, gripping Adrian even tighter, despair in her sea green eyes and she brings her hand down to slam it against the button.

"NO!" Earleen screams, throwing a hand out but it's no use. She quickly retracts her arms back, takes hold of her gun, aims and as if by instinct and without thought, shoots the gun.

BANG!

The sound echoes through the room. Varia doesn't even scream, she's too shocked. An image that will forever be etched in Miss Chaucer's mind is the memory of her fiancé's head flying backwards, pure shock and them emptiness in her eyes. Her mouth slightly parted open with a trickle of crimson red blood trailing down her chin as she collapses to the floor. Adrian's crying fills the air.

Earleen's entire body trembles, her hands can't stop twitching so much that she drops the gun, which falls with a clatter against the tiled floor. "Varia.." she mumbles as quiet as a mouse. "Beloved?" she repeats again.

But as a pool of the ominous, almost black sticky substance spreads across the snow-white flooring, she knows that Varia isn't there anymore. Her lips start to waver as she makes her way over, eventually collapsing on her knees before her. Adrian's hit his head and he lets out poor, little whimpers and stretches out his hands for Earleen. Regretfully, she picks him up and cradles him in her arms. Occasionally planting kisses across his forehead.

That night, for anyone else whom might of been staying in the tower, all that could be heard was the mourningful wails and screams of Earleen from the very top floor.