𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝟏𝟒𝐁 ² {Thomas love story}

Prologue

-Amber's P.O.V-

"I'd rather die."

What was the point in living if I kept getting tortured the way they've had a grip on me for so long. the way my skin was dry, my hair was always in a horrible state, my eyes were were all the time from my incredible lack of sleep and my entire body ached.

I was suffering locked up in the glass box every day having to see how they experiment on other kids like me. I was wishing that they'd kill me already so I could finally have peace in that safe heaven of the afterlife.

I'd have to watch how every day they'd bring a new person like me, immune and test them. Run them with tests over and over again to finally get that myth that everyone is so crazy about.

The cure.

The death cure.

I mean death because it's something that everyone would kill to have. It's what everybody fights for and what WICKED refuses to admit to themselves that it doesn't exist. I've come to the amends with myself that this thing is nonexistent.

We're being tested to no end. We're all exhausted, but they don't care. with their clean clothes and fixed hair along with perfect skin, they pretend that some lives outside these big barriers are worth losing to save themselves.

The serum helps the process of transition, why not give some to those who still have to live? Even in this state of the apocalypse, I can still say that some people deserve a little longer with their families and if they don't have a family, at least with themselves.

Maybe if they wouldn't be so selfish, Stephanie would be alive. I still remember that little girl, she was kind and sweet and her sanity was slowly leaving her brain. She's probably already turned into a crank with the rest of her family. I just hope that she wasn't killed before that.

Because even those who can't resist the flare, feel pain.

And right now, I wished I wasn't immune. I wish I could just have that bullet through my skull so I don't have to see their evil faces look at me like I'm some act of a circus.

When Jensen told me I was the most waited act of a circus I was confused. First I had no idea what a circus was and then he explained to me that it was a place where people came to see odds. Where people had special talents, and mine, was one they still refused to speak to me about.

I deserved to know this, at least this.

They took me away from my brother, they took me away from my friends, my family, and Thomas.

How much I miss him. I miss how sweet he had become towards me even when he had no clue of who I was. The way he was protective of a random girl who he saved from a closed room and didn't leave me behind.

He never once left me behind...but I did leave him.

I had a good reason, a promise to keep. Stay together with Aris, even if that meant walking into the lion's den. Even if that meant having this insufferable life, but I haven't been a second with him since we arrived.

He was ripped from my side while I was immediately put to tests. I recall his screams for me as we were parted forcefully by men dressed in the black armory with big guns pointing to our heads if we kept this act up.

I didn't want to live if he wasn't beside me. If they both weren't. And I felt too weak to keep on with this fight.

"Dear..." I hear her annoying voice through the microphone. "Don't say that. You're our treasure to salvation. You can't wish your death."

She always dressed in white, what a hypocrite.

She was no angel to dress up so purely, she was the entire opposite. A demon in human skin. I hated Ava Paige and I wish she were the one inside this glass cage.

"My wishes..." I winced holding my stomach. "Are mine to make. You cannot take that."

"But she has taken your hope." Jensen speaks and I feel my blood boil even more at him. He's a rat who deserves to be eaten by the cranks the exact same way some of my friends have been. But slower and with more pain.

"Jensen!" she exclaimed at him with a glare.

"Sadly...he's not wrong," I sit up and feel my eyes pool with tears as I held onto my wound. "There's no hope for me, or you, or you. But for him there is and he will come."

I didn't have to say his name for them to know who I was talking about. He who they know could change this world.

"Is that what you think?" Paige asks me as he leans down towards my height on the floor and lays her hand on the glass while she gives me that sympathetic look. "Thomas is smart and he knows that he can't come here without breaking out a fight."

I gulp. "You want him just as bad as you want the cure...you wouldn't hurt a single hair on his head." I felt how my chest was weighed down with pressure as I lacked some air in my lungs.

"We have you now. If he comes, it'll just hit jackpot for us." she says and gets back up nodding at Jensen.

I watch her head to the door as I sit there in confusion. What did she mean? I don't understand. this immense headache is causing clouds in my understanding. I couldn't think clearly, so I hit the glass door so hard that blood drew out my knuckles as my tears fall down.

Jensen laughs at me with that wicked grin on his face he so venomously always gives me. "Any wishes?"

"Your fall..." I whisper before my eyes go spinning with the room at how dizzy I felt.

"It seems that's a wish I'll have to deny," his voice turning into an echo. "The bite of that crank was a little vicious, but don't worry, the doctor will come and bandage you up and I will send someone to clean your crystal box." he mocks me as he points behind me.

I was refusing to turn around, but as I lost more consciousness, I couldn't help but fall on my side with my hand still over the bite of the crank that lay no further than a meter away from me. Its skin peels and is completely inhuman-looking.

Its eye was still open and I could see his socket because he had ripped out one of its eyes. It had been turned into this monster by force, just like how I was forced to sit here. But even though he looked like a monster, it did not compare to the ones outside.

Those were the real monsters and I was an act in their circus.