Evil is good

Chapter two: Results

It has been almost two months since Carson and Nick were tested and sent off to their sectors. Nick: Good, Carson: Evil.
Dr. Vlatt said it would be unhealthy if I were to say goodbye to either of them, so I haven't seen them since November.
As they've been getting on with their lives, I have been in the capital building getting poked and prodded with needles daily.
Two months ago I was told my results were inconclusive, since then I have been tested and retested so many times I lost count. Every time, the results are the same: inconclusive.
After the astonishing news that my results were indecipherable, the president visited my living quarters and had said she was 'deeply sorry for the mishap, they would solve the problem and I'd be out in a jiffy'
The living quarters have been more of a prison cell than anything else. The walls are solid concrete and there are no windows. The only thing in the box sized room, was a bed.
Every day, they wake me up at 5:20 sharp and give me the same clothes: grey scrubs. They lead me into a lab, where I am strapped down to a table and put through countless simulations. Only: after I wake up I don't remember a thing. Not a single detail. I haven't met the woman again. The beautiful blonde in the black gown. But I haven't stopped thinking about her and who she could be...
After the simulation is over, it is 7:35. They take me into the mess hall where they feed me and give me my medication, the medication everyone takes. Then, they bring me back to my room where I spend the rest of the day until the afternoon meal.

And I hate every second of it.
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7:15, January 19, 2901, 7:15. They have never woken me up early, yet the unlocking of my door is the first thing I hear.
Three men and a woman step into the room. The men are guardsmen, all wearing the same grey body armor and helmets, tazors strapped to either side of their hips. The woman had blonde hair that nearly reached her hips and silver eyes. Her face was brought into smile, her pale complexion and narrow cheekbones seemed to give her an undeniable beauty. The name tag on her scrubs read Vale S. Jackson. She stifled a smile and crossed her arms in front of her chest.
"Evangeline," her voice is scratchy and high pitched. "We are ready for you now," she beckoned me out the door. Cautiously, I stood up. Vale started leading me down the halls and passed stairs and elevators, she didn't speak, and neither did her guards, but when she led me passed the lab: I knew something was wrong.
"Uhm... where are we going?" My hair fell into my mouth as I was speaking. Vale just flicked her head back.
"Didn't Dr. Vlatt notify you?" Vale frowned and furrowed her brow, stopping in her tracks "nevermind that, we are here now" I too stopped and took in my surroundings. Doors, all lining one wall, the one we stopped in front of had a large three etched into the door.
Door three?
My mind flashes back to two months ago, when I took my first test. What is going on that I need to be in this room?
As always it seemed, Dr. Vlatt interrupted my thought.
"Miss Friars!" She opened the door, "come in, come in, thank you, Doctor Jackson for being her usher." Dr. Vlatt smiled cheesily and hurried me inside. Her grey hair has been recently clipped to fit well with her dark complexioned features.
I stepped inside and sat on the 'bed', which of course was as uncomfortable as ever. The bedside table had been moved several feet further from the bed than usual, and the air felt lighter, happier almost.
"Ok Miss Friars," she waddled into the room and closed the door behind her. "We know the past few months have been tiring, and we are still looking for the cause of the computer drive malfunction that stopped us from uploading your results" she pauses and coughs, "we are in fact happy to say however, that we have made up for the loss... Miss Friars, we have your results" she managed a tight and thin smile. Her sentence hit me like a bullet. I gasp, although I don't understand why. My heart feels as if is going to implode. She carefully unfolds the creme paper and reads it with a poker face. Spit it out. I admit I am anxious. If I am Good, I will never see Carson again. If I am Evil, I will never see Nick again. I feel as if I will vomit- then she reads aloud
"you have been sorted into the Good Sector"
I don't know how I feel. I am happy, happy that I am in fact a good person, and that I will see Nick...but sad and angry that I will never see Carson again.
As the history books say: pick your poison
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I walk out of the room, Dr. Vlatt offered to walk me to my guide: I hastily declined. I don't want to spend any more time with her than I have to. I take my time down the brightly lit hallways, I still can't seem to take in the fact that I am finally able to leave, finally able to live my life.
And a life without Carson
I love Carson, I know we aren't biologically related but she is my sister. I can't imagine how my life is going to play out not having Carson there with me.
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"Congratulations," I jerk at the sudden sound of the high pitched blonde. Vale walks alongside me, her clipboard clutched tightly to her chest. I turn my head to the right and smile faintly
"Thank you, I guess" Vale doesn't pick up on my sarcasm. She smiles and brushes a long blonde strand of hair into her ponytail,
"Dr. Vlatt sent me, she wants me to lead you to your guide." When I furrowed my brow in confusion, she inhaled, "Back in November, when everyone was sorted, they were sent onto separate trams. Then they were separated into groups of 10. Every set of ten people received one volunteer guide to show them to their homes, and lead them through their new sector" I nodded along, uninterested in what happened back in November.
Vale doesn't say a word, she just takes me through the boring halls and leads me to my guide. "Here we are," I blink a few times. I didn't realize how long we were walking, but we are now on the ground floor, a large wall of glass in front of me. Through the glass I can see a bright, clean capital. The sky- I don't  remember being so blue.
As children we were only let outside once a month. Once we reached the age of 13 the government started using artificial sunlight to give us nutrients and keep us happy.
My eyes travel to the person standing in front of the glass door. Their back is turned so all I see is a head of curly blonde hair and the standardized apparel for men. He turns around after he hears Vale's comment and smiles, the bright features and the dark brown eyes are all too familiar for me.
"Nick?," I step away from Vale and walk into his direction. He smiles when he hears my voice and nods. I jog up to him and wrap him in a warm, friendly hug. I pull away and take a better look at him: his hair is shorter, neater, and his eyes have slight bags forming under them.
"How've you been, Evan?" He squeezes my hand and then let's it fall back to my side. I cringe, placing a hand on my sore arm.
"I'm good," I turn around uncomfortably to find that Vale is gone. And then turn back to meet Nick's gaze. He has a look on his face that tells me he knows something is up.
"Ok! Well, we should get going, the train leaves in twelve minutes." He jerks his head toward the door and smiles. "Let's go home,"