Elizabeth...Elizabeth Evgenya Oretsev...thats my full name. Eliza in Russian, short for Elizabeth, the name my parents and friends call me... and - and one more name finds its way into my dissociated tangle of memories ...Lizzie! The nickname someone important gave me, someone that makes my heart ache and yearn, but I can't remember who, and I don't know why. The bitter taste in my mouth and the growing hazy feeling mean that the serum is working...but now a few more moments pass and I don't even know what serum I must be thinking about.
All goes completely and utterly dark as I feel my mind become even more foggy and my indistinct surroundings fade. I hear a thud, only to realize its my own head hitting the bare metal floor of what seems to be an elevator shaft. I feel a sudden jolt from the ground and the shaft soars upward so I try to cling on to the cold metal, my heart racing, but I can't help but let unconsciousness take over and my eyelids close shut.
The loud sound of machinery and metal on metal causes my bloodshot eyes to dart open. As I come to my senses I realize I'm still zooming upward at an immense speed. I can't make out much else of my surroundings, with so little light protruding through a ceiling which seems miles and miles above me.
I attempt to stand, but as if testing my abilities (or determination) the elevator shaft jolts making me tumble to the ground once again.
Every aspect of my life, the few loved ones left giving me a reason to keep on living in this nightmare of a reality are all fading from my memory as if paint on a pretty picture gets drained of all color and life. The only thing I manage to recollect from my memory is my name; Elizabeth. Oh and one other thought pounds at the back of mind - WICKED IS GOOD.
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Hey guys! Welcome to the prologue of the first fanfic I've decided to create. I've read a number really of good ones here on wattpad that inspired me to write my own lol.
Please feel free to comment anything you want me to add, change, or include in the future chapters <3
For now, I'm just trying to create a slowburn that would eventually end up w an ending that does not include either Newt or the OC (Elizabeth) dying bc everytime I think of his death, it makes me wonder how James Dashner could be so heartless bahah.
Anyway, speaking of which, thank you to James Dashner for creating TMR world, all credit for the characters/plot lines that I use go to him!
Again, giving credit where its due, I only edited the fanfic cover but the collage was created by someone else, I don't know who since I found it on google lol
Alright, I'm done now, thank you for reading, have a great day and feel free to drop suggestions :)
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FanfictionElizabeth wakes up to the same rude awakening that every other glader has experienced as she tries to navigate through a world of false reality. While her memory has been completely swiped, her resilience and determination to save her fellow gladers...
