"Bea, do you know this girl?" Thomas asked, his eyebrows raised in confusion. Beatrice pushed her way to the front of the group and shook her head slightly, causing a disappointed look to flash through Brenda's eyes.
"I know I did know her," Bea said, "I-I recognise her. She seems really familiar. I think I used to know her before...."
As if a lightbulb went off in her head, Brenda grinned, clasping her hands together.
"Oh," Brenda said in realisation, "Makes sense actually - y'know for WICKED to erase your memory." The rest of the group looked between Brenda and Bea with a stunned expression on their faces.
"I almost didn't recognise you," she continued, "You look so different from when you were eight - obviously."
"So," she said, turning her attention back to Thomas, "If she's Beatrice then...that makes you Thomas. Didn't recognise you either. You've grown a lot since the last time I saw you."
Thomas jaw fell open in shock, "What-how do you know me?"
"Mhm, makes sense they wiped your memory too - WICKED are sick bastards," she nodded, "Although we only met twice, However -"
"-That one over there," she said jerking her head towards Bea, "used to talk about you all the time."
"I did?"
"She did?" the rest of the group chorused, watching the scene unravelling in front of them in disbelief.
"Wait, I'm so stupid," Brenda said shaking her head, "If WICKED erased your memory you two clearly don't know."
"Don't know what?" Thomas and Bea said simultaneously, glancing at each other through their peripheral vision. The girl just smirked, pausing for a few seconds to grow the tension.
"That you're siblings."
Say what now?
It went silent. Deadly silent. Not even the cranks could be heard. It was so quiet you could hear the scurrying of a rat's footsteps on the floor.
Although, it made sense in Bea's head. It all added up. Why she found him so familiar, why he suddenly went from hating her to growing quite fond of her, why they felt so comfortable around each other even though they barely knew each other.
"Wha-how do you know?" Thomas asked, his eyes flitting between his sister and Brenda.
"Let's just say, WICKED took me in. A long, long, time ago," Brenda said, clearly not wanting to go into too much detail about it. They fell into another small silence as everyone took in this new information.
"Anyways, come on. Follow me," Brenda said breaking the silence, turning around but stopping when she saw none of them following her.
"Unless you wanna stay here with them," she said jerking her head towards the cranks. Being the first to move, Bea followed after the girl and soon enough the rest of the group followed them.
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"Hurry up, this way," Brenda said, as she slid a door open after walking another flight of stairs. The group looked around at the building in awe. It was a proper industrial building - one that wasn't rundown and falling to pieces - and was it lit up by dozens and dozens of electric lanterns.
"Come on, keep up," she urged, "Jorge wants to meet you"
And with that the group climbed another flight of stairs, out of breath by the time they made it to the top.
"Uh, who's Jorge?" Thomas asked curiously.
Brenda just smirked and turned back to look at the brunette boy, "You'll see."
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no regrets | harriet - tmr
Fanfictionthere's only one place beatrice has ever been able to call home - WICKED. but after finding out they weren't who she thought they were she escapes into something that puts her into more danger. the scorch. now she is stuck with a group of people she...
