~|Charge|~ Thomas

Chapter 1: Meeting Thomas

The day Linnea met Thomas she knew that he was going to be something special to her. She knew that he was going to mean a lot to her. That he was special.

Linnea was Doctor Paige's daughter. And Paige treated her horribly. Linnea was a very hard person to tame, so Ava had her daughter hurt. Whenever she did something wrong the girl was beaten up by the W.I.C.K.E.D guards. She was left with blood and bruises after every single one of her classes. Linnea was the only one who knew why the kids were really there. They were being put to a test. And there was no stopping it.

Linnea was named after a scientist, like everyone else there. All of the other kids were renamed after important people and Linnea was named after Carl Linnaeus. It made her more important somehow. She was needed for most of the process of the maze. Her smarts made her even smarter than most of the doctors there. Her killzone was dangerous.

The day she met Thomas, whom she would later love, was a horrible day. The doctors were going to put things in their heads. Linnea hadn't seen any kids in so long, she was almost excited for it. But of course, she was escorted by her seven guards because that was how many people that were needed to get her to stop fighting.

As they dragged her along the dreary halls to the place the operation was to take place, Linnea fought against the guards arms, but of course, her being so young, they were much stronger than her and kept her moving.

As a boy passed them with his guards escorting him, Linnea started resisting even more. The boy looked a little older than her and was Asian. He looked like he was about to collapse. The boy looked up at her, his eyes red and yelled out, softly, "Don't go in there!"

That was all she needed to fight even harder, but the nine-year-old could only do so much as they continued to beat her and pull her by her small arm.

They threw her into the room, and as she was resisting, Linnea was starting to be pulled by her arms into the room, resisting by kicking and screaming. Her eyes closed tight until they opened when she heard a voice yelling from afar.

"Let her go!" yelled a boy Linnea had never seen before. He was about her age, but slightly shorter. His hair was dark brown and his eyes were a striking hazel with brilliant flecks of yellow. Linnea was astonished by the boy's actions. No one, and she meant absolutely no one had ever stood up for her. They all just watched her get beaten as they were all told to do, but the boy didn't. The brown haired girl wanted to meet him now. He was intriguing.

All of the people pulling her stopped to look at the young boy standing feet away from them. The boy showed an angered expression and starting walking forward, as if he was to peel them off of her himself. But the woman slapped him in the face, knocking him to the ground. Everyone around them stopped. Even Linnea stopped struggling. When the boy finally looked up, Linnea gave him a look of awe. It was almost a smile. Almost.

Then, a man showed up behind the brown haired boy, whom Linnea recognized as Dr. Leavitt. He told him that he hoped he wouldn't have to do this to him, before he stuck a syringe into the boys pale neck.

Without hesitation, Linnea began screaming for him to stop, but it was too late. As the boy started to drift of into the dark abyss of unconsciousness, the two of them locked eyes for a second. Only a second, but each of their looks expressed the same thing. Hope and sorrow.

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About a week after her surgery, Linnea had gone back to her regular routine. If you would call it that. Get up, fight to get to classes, get beaten up, eat, hope for a better life, wish that the flare would leave, and think about the boy. He couldn't seem to get out of her mind.

She was taken from  her room a little bit later than usual. They grabbed her and held her by the arms as she struggled to get out, but was as usual, unsuccessful. They walked down a hall that Linnea had never been down before. It seemed newer. Not as dreary. The walls were white and the doors were metal, like all of the others, but not as rusted.

One of the guards opened a door at the end of the hall. The female guard took no hesitation to shove the young girl into the room, and slam it shut.

Breathing out, slowly out of exhaustion, Linnea looked up from the floor as a hand touched her back, trying to help her up. No one had ever helped her up before. When she looked up she was met with those same light brown eyes that she had seen a week ago. It was the boy.

When he looked into her eyes, for a moment they paused. It was kind of  like they had an immediate connection. "Hi," she gave a smile at him as he got her up onto her feet.

"Hi," the boy said back. 

There was no silence and Linnea took no hesitation to talk to him about what had happened the week before. "You're that boy who helped me, aren't you?"

"Yeah," he replied. "I'm Thomas." Thomas held out his hand as if she was to shake it, but Linnea was never one to shake hands.

"I'm Linnea." But instead of shaking his hand, Linnea went in for a big hug. She wrapped her arms around his smaller body. Thomas almost immediately went in and wrapped his arms around hers. "Thank you," she whispered.

They hugged for a few moments until they heard a cough of annoyance from behind them. Sitting at the table in the room, was a girl, with black hair and shady blue eyes. Her face was laced with pure annoyance and almost jealousy. Linnea, at that moment, decided that whoever this girl was, she didn't like her.

"I'm Teresa," she told the other two.

Linnea nodded, not saying a word to the girl and moved out of Thomas's grasp. She sat down at one of the chairs that was there, across from Teresa. Thomas followed and sat next to Linnea.

"How long have you guys been here?" Linnea went right in with the questions.

"You mean W.I.C.K.E.D.?" Thomas asked. "I've been here about four years."

"Me too," Teresa came in, nodding her head and shifting her position. "What about you?"

"My whole life," Linnea answered. 

"What?" Both Teresa and Thomas exclaimed, shocked at the sound of the girl saying she had been there her whole life. 

"My mother is Ava Paige." Thomas looked like he was about to say something but Linnea cut him off. "She is not a good person."

Linnea had conversation's with the two of them every once and a while. Each time the question about why they were there and what was different about them was brought up. Each time Linnea liked Thomas even more and Teresa even less. She would never know, that Thomas would one day become the person she loved and that Teresa would become the person she hated.

That was only the beginning. They hadn't even started yet.

Author's note:

First chapter of Charge! I really hope you will like this book. The first 3-5 chapters are going to be about Linnea's life before the maze and then it will be when she goes into the maze, before Thomas is there, and then it will be when Thomas is there. So yeah, it might take a while to get to the actual main plot. This is going to be based off of both the movie and the book, but mostly the movie. The prequel chapters are based off of The Fever Code. I am making the chapters shorter because in Don't Cross the Line, all of the chapters were like 30 minutes long. I really hope you like this story and I am so excited to write it for you.

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