The Spark. (Newt fanfiction)

Prologue

"You promised me! You said that I was safe here! How could you do this to me?!" I yelled and yelled and yelled until my vocal chords were scratched raw. I was desperately trying to get closer to her, but strong hands were holding me back, trying in vain to calm me down.The hands belonged to the bodies surrounding me, a dozen of faceless people dressed in sterile white tunics and strange masks...they looked like ghosts...

I struggled harder when a dark haired girl came forward, tying my wrists and ankles with a couple of ghastly thick leather belts, stopping me from struggling and getting free. The girl's face itself seemed serene...peaceful. She reminded me of a blossoming flower, as pale as the silver light from the moon with eyes that shone like they were made from a collection of tiny slivers of glass...like a gleaming river. Yet, that didn't matter. I didn't care. I just felt anger. An anger so deep it scared me.

White clinical walls were surrounding us, I was lying in a hospital bed, dazzling clean lights blinding me from their place overhanging the room.

"I will find you...and when I do, I'll rip your throat out and make sure you burn in hell myself!" I screamed louder than I ever had before, it surprised everyone around me...including myself. I never knew I could scream like that. It was animalistic, angry...not like me. The woman, the thing, I was spitting
angry venom at was standing quietly behind a safety-glass pane, in a separate room. Her hands were folded behind her back and her face was astonishingly expressionless; she just kept staring. Staring at me, completely immobile.

My chest suddenly heaved, rising and falling quickly and uncontrollably. I couldn't control it anymore, I hadn't been able to from the beginning. All those angry fits, the insults launched at my friend's face...they weren't from me...this wasn't the real me. This was all her fault...hers.

A needle was pressed into my skin and whatever was contained inside it stopped the convulsions of my body and made my eyelids feel heavier and heavier. As I drifted off into some dark abyss I saw her mouthing inaudible words, her eyes glaring sharply into mine:

"Wicked is good."