[Off Path] | Wasted ~ Newt¹

[2.3] It Took One Night

One night, that's all it would take was one night. One horrible, horrible night.

She was back in the grocery store, everything clearer than ever before. The man hovering over her moved giving her a better view of the building. Ceiling lights were hanging low and broken, the shelves falling down, food scattered around. The people around her were scared, crying, holding each other. The man and woman who she assumed to be her parents were hugging. Her body took control as she started walking towards the door. Wind and dust hit her face, cars scattered stationary. The sun beamed down, hot and bright. Some people were laying on the ground, dead or injured. The girl she presumed to be her sister came behind her pulling her back inside. The Scorch. 

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The room changed, she was in a house standing in front of a door. A scream sounded from behind it. Her hand reached down to open the door. Do not open that door. She pulled the door open and walked down the stairs. At the bottom of the stairs stood the girl she knew was her sister. She was sick, very very sick, and chained to a pole. Her face was covered in scratch marks and dripping from her lips was a black liquid. The clothes on her were ripped and dirty. Growls and heavy breathing filled the room. Her dad came down and picked her up quickly bringing her back upstairs. My sister. 

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Her dad stood in front of her, kneeling down to her level.

"These nice people are going to take you away honey. Just do what they say, they are going to help you." The people behind him took her away, she sat in a car driving past a bunch of run down houses. They showed up to a big building with doctors and people who looked important. She was told she's immune to the flare virus, she's important and she can heal people.

"In order for you to help you have to forget your past. Your name will be changed to Isadora. Do you understand?" Changed? My name was changed and I'm immune to the flare virus. 

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The weapons on the wall were all too familiar. A knife was concealed in her hand as she got in position. Her arm raised high and threw the knife forward into the target up ahead. It hit dead center. A bullseye.

"Good job Isadora, you've gotten good." The man, Luke, grinned. I know his name. The girl next to them looked just as excited. Harriet, her name is Harriet. 

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She was in the boring white bedroom now. Her body dropped to look under the bed, a vent. She unscrewed the screws on the cover and took it off. The inside was big enough for her to fit. She crawled through until she found a larger portion of the system. A sound came from one of the other lines, people. Two boys came into view. Minho. Newt. 

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"Well, I had an older sister, her name was Sofie. After the scorch my dad kinda locked us up in our house, he was a little overprotective. My mom was the first to get the virus, she went crazy and ended her life on her own. My sister was next. It ended up being just me and my dad but he started getting sick too. He never told me but I could tell. That's why he gave me up, he didn't want me to get hurt." She sat in the vent with the two boys who looked as though they were trying to comfort her. "It's ok, life happens." Newt placed his hand on her back.

"I'm sorry Isa." It was like that was the first time he had ever called her that. He gave me my nickname, he did. 

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