Her

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She froze yet the world seemed to continue around her. The golden-haired boy took a confident step towards her never once breaking eye contact, a sly smirk resting on his face. 

His cool fingertips brushed against her exposed back making her shiver. He's always had this effect on her. Like it had never left, the music returned. And oh how they danced. Gliding, swaying across the room in gentle rotations. And still, his chocolate eyes never left hers. Her heartbeat in time to the rapid drum of the orchestra, like it did whenever she was around him. 

'Why are you still here?' The voice eating away at her sanity demanded. 

But she was too high on Newt's presence to care. 

"You look beautiful," He said, spinning her before pulling back, closer, towards him. Their noses were almost touching by the time he spoke. "Just not as pretty as Teresa." 

Newt's words were poison. A single translucent bead slid down her chilling cheek leaving a snail's trail of pain behind. Erased like all his words the second he wiped it away. "Don't cry love, it's not your fault we all hate you." She tried to pull herself from his grasp but she couldn't escape, it felt like the world was closing in on her and there was nothing she could do but keep on dancing. "I mean how could we love a killer like you?" 

She was drowning in his words, feeling like the whole world was screaming to learn how to swim. "They hate you. We hate you. I hate you."

 Her breath was shaky and her near-black eyes glassed over. She was tired of being strong. He pulled her closer and closer till their chests were firmly pressed together. And still, they never stopped dancing. Her voice betrayed her as she spoke, refusing to hide her fear, "y-you don't mean it." 

He I didn't listen, continuing anyway, she was nothing to him. "Did you really think we cared? You are weak. You are stupid. You are nothing." 

He reached out, gripping and tugging on a blameless strand of her extensive hair, reminding the pair that Newt had her body, mind and soul wrapped around his smallest finger. 

"But the saddest part is you thought you were." And he laughed whilst she cried. Disappearing whilst she collapsed. Gone whilst she was left feeling empty.

 'Didn't I tell you to run?' The villainous voice in her melancholy mind pestered. "LEAVE ME ALONE!" she wanted to scream.

 She searched the strangers dancing around her, all having the time of their lives, for another familiar face. She was alone. She was trapped. In the room and in her mind. Despite everything, she couldn't keep her head held up whilst she fought a dozen battles in her mind. Was this real? Was her mind playing tricks on her? All their words sounded the same, should she listen to what they said?

 'Yes.'

 No. 

'Yes.' 

Okay.

 Lying in the centre of the majestic ballroom she believed everything they said was true, though the realisation felt forced and fake. If no one cared then who did she have left? What was the point? She had no reason to hold onto the girl she used to be. She forced herself up from the marble floor and basked in her newfound nothingness like her mind had flipped a switch. She was done playing with the monsters in her head, hopefully, soon it will be over and buried with her past. And as she spun alone, her gaze got caught on a familiar decaying door. Smiling in her shining new mindset, she pushed through the crowd with determination ignoring the glares of those who finally noticed the broken brunette in black. She was hit with the familiar sense of deja vu as she opened the door and closed her eyes - stepping through. Where will she go now? What was wrong with her? Would she ever see him again? 

Her eyes fluttered open as she realised she was standing in the only place she has ever felt at home: the Glade.

(WICKED POV)

She wasn't there for long. Clearly an error on WICKEDs behalf but fortunately they had managed to extract the girl from there and back to the other scenarios they'd been forcing into her head before any damaging effects were made to her kill zone patterns. She was different to the others. That was something they learned early on. She was incredibly clever, excelling in everything from decision making to hand to hand combat. Her only weaknesses being a specific blonde boy - subject A5 - and herself. It was a shame that her sanity came as a symptom of the experiments, they had, without ever intending to, turned her into a killing machine. Still, they needed her more than anyone else, she was the closest they had to a cure and now that she had been infected by the flare, it wouldn't be too long till they succeeded in collecting their desired result. Only the irony being her friends, her family, were moments away from successfully saving the insane brunette from the creators evil clutches.