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"Welcome to the panic room, where all your darkness fears are gonna come for you." ______________
When she walked in with everyone following; she saw dead scientists on the floor; blood splattered on the walls violently.
Bad memories flashed before her eyes of what she had done for WICKED—all the death, blood everywhere. No matter how hard she scrubbed her hands, they never were clean...
"Y/n? You okay?" Minho asked softly; Y/N looked up at him with tears in her eyes.
"Bad memories... All of the blood," she sighed; Minho kissed her head softly and kept walking.
They saw dead bodies covered by tarps and dead guards on the floor. "What happened here?" Winston questioned.
"Nothing good," Y/N answered. They entered a big round room. Things were broken, lights flickered, chairs were on the floor, more blood splatters and dead scientists.
Y/N walked towards the middle of the room. "So, they were watching us the whole time," Newt sighed.
Y/N looked up to see Minho across the table, through the glass screen. Minho smiled softly, and she felt a small smile forming on her face. They both remembered this scene from when they were younger. "It's just like when we were young," Y/N mumbled as Minho just smiled back. Y/N then looked down to see a red blinking button. "What could happen?" She tapped it softly, and a video came up on another screen in the corner.
"Hello. My name is Dr. Ava Paige. I'm the director of operations of the World Catastrophe Killzone Department."
We all walked over to the video; Ava Paige is the director of WICKED...
"If you're watching this, that means you've successfully completed the maze trials. I wish I could be there in person to congratulate you... But circumstances seem to have prevented it. I'm sure by now you must all be very confused, angry, frightened. I can only assure you that everything that's happened to you... Everything we've done to you, it was all done for a reason... You won't remember, but the sun has scorched our world. Billions of lives lost to fire, famine. Suffering on a global scale. The fallout was unimaginable. What came after was worse. We called it the flare. A deadly virus that attacks the brain. It is violent, unpredictable... Incurable. Or so we thought. In time, a new generation emerged that could survive the virus. Suddenly, there was reason to hope for a cure. But finding it would not be easy. The young would have to be tested, even sacrificed inside harsh environments, where their brain activity could be studied... All in an effort to understand what makes them different... What makes you different. You may not realize it, but you're very important. Unfortunately, your trials have only begun. As you'll no doubt soon discover, not everyone agrees with our methods. Progress is slow. People are scared. It may be too late for us, for me... But not for you. The outside world awaits. Remember... WICKED is good." Ava Paige said as people were being shot in the background. She then shot herself...
