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A15: "𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘳."

𝗦𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗰 𝗯𝘆 𝗢𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗮 𝗥𝗼𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗼

Grace

They had situated us in a medical tent, Brenda layed peacefully asleep on a bed in front of us as me and Thomas sat on one beside her, our coats laid on the bed behind us. Tubes ran out of both our arms, as they extracted blood from the both of us, running it into some beakers and flasks. The doctor from earlier, who we now know is called Mary, told us that our blood was going to help Brenda, Neither of us knew how it was going to help, but I guess she was the doctor.

"In the beginning we were lost." Mary said from the other side of the room as she fiddled with a few things on a table behind us. "All we knew for sure was that the younger you were the stronger your chances."

"You said you worked for Wicked?" Thomas enquired, wanting to know more about her time their.

The woman nodded her head, the look of reminiscence on her face. "Long time ago."

"You said you knew my parents? That you talked them, before you took me and my brother away." I asked, looking to the woman, her back to us. Now that I focused on her more, and only her coat and hair were visible I realised she was one of the other doctors from Wicked, I recognised her from the dream of my brother in the tube, she was watching me, watching how I would react.

Mary looked up from her work glancing to me before looking back down. "I did. To say that Wicked was trying to take their children away, they were nice people."

"At first your parents ignored the messages. Before your mother began to bargain with us but they didn't accept anything she gave them." Mary said. "Eventually your mother accepted the messages from me, she was weary at first before I actually managed to have conversations with her. She always talked about her family, how she would never give up on them. How she would never let Wicked take her children."

The thought of my mother made a frown come to my face, not from anger or annoyance but sadness and confusion, longing to know what she looked like, to remember the sweet touch of a loving mother but nothing came. Thomas could sense my frustration and sadness, lacing his hand with mine as he showed me a sad smile. The gesture sending butterflies through my stomach and causing my shoulders to relax.

"Your parents tried everything in their power to save you. They bargained the things most important to them, besides their children obviously, even themselves sometimes." Mary paused, thinking of what to say next. "But Wicked never wanted them. After a while we became somewhat friends, she ignored all messages that weren't sent from me. Wicked never knew that I contacted Elizabeth. They thought she ignored everyone form Wicked."

Elizabeth? That was my mum's name. I thought. Suddenly a part of me felt whole, I felt one step closer to knowing who my mum was, the part of her that was missing now feeling one step closer to being filled.

"To say she didn't work for Wicked she was one of the smartest people I think I had ever met, smarter than some of those at Wicked? She knew so much about the flare and the science behind it, I think if she wasn't a fugitive to Wicked they would have recruited her." A smile came to Mary's lips as a memory entered her head. "You know I always thought that you or Newt or your sister would become as smart as her. And I guess you became exactly like her."

My eyebrows furrowed before I realised what Mary meant a sense of pride and happiness yet sadness filling me. I had grown to become as smart as her. Smart enough to work for wicked. Like Mary said. I became a fugitive just like her, trying to save my family from Wicked. Just like her.