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❝Revenge is not in her plans.❞ _________________________
Rage is what coursed through Aife's veins. She was infuriated. They had made it so far, and they were almost free. But she had come to realize, that they would never truly be free from the grasp of WCKED. They will always be a pawn in their game, no matter how hard they fought. Aife had been stripped of her blades, and they were sat a couple of feet in front of her, almost like they were teasing her. The WCKED soldiers continued to scan the experiments and call out their number. While doing so, Janson spotted Thomas make his way through the crowd, his shoulders slumped in defeat. He stopped in front of Janson.
The older man grew a passive aggressive smile as he slightly scrunched his nose, "Thomas," He said bitterly, before grabbing the sixteen year old boys' shoulder with his left hand, and throwing his right fist into his ribcage with as much strength as he could muster. Thomas let out a grunt, his eyes widening as he hunched forward in pain.
Aife bit her tongue to refrain from speaking. She was desperately trying to keep her voice void of emotions.
"Get him in line," Janson ordered, watching as Thomas was thrown to his knees carelessly. It was sickening, the way he felt accomplished as he watched the poor people be round up like a couple of sheep.
"Alright," Janson stepped toward his assistant once more, leaning forward into his ear as he mumbled, "Bring her in,"
Aife pushed her tongue against her cheek as she kept her gaze ahead of her, she released a sigh as she heard Minho question Thomas from the left side of her, "Why didn't you run?"
His voice was distraught as he looked down at the rubble, a crease in his forehead as he raised his dark eyebrows.
Thomas pursed his lips for a moment before releasing a heavy breath, "I'm tired of running," At that, Aife slowly turned her head toward him, a smirk threatening to tug at her lips. She knew exactly how the boy felt. She had been running for as long as she could remember. That was something they had in common.
She had been broken from her thoughts as a bright light began to shine over the scene, propellors causing the dirt to fly up. It was a berg. And there was no doubt that Ava Paige was a passenger.
The vehicle began to lower, rather quickly at that. Aife's eyes fluttered shut as she struggle to keep them open, she felt the dust fly into her eyes. Everyone began to cough, and shield they're face away from the Berg. Aife could make out the figures of six soldiers that stepped down the stairs of the Berg, and the shadow of a woman. Her blonde hair was slicked back into a low bun. She was dressed in a White blouse, a zipper went down the front, and a large, white fur coat. She wore white pants and a pair of white wedges as she stepped forward, towards the group of people.
