asa was a fighter, the type of person who would do anything for the people she loved. and she did just that. she'd managed to get herself into the glade, all for her brother.
then she met gally, the boy who fought more than he could ever love.
and...
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A blonde woman, water, a lab full of screens. It came in flashes, bits of overwhelming pieces of a puzzle that was far from complete. The voices were muffled with each clip, it was a dream, or memories of my life.
Then it stopped.
And suddenly I was drowning. Clawing at glass, my lungs filling with water. The blonde woman was outside of the glass, staring at me with remorse, mouthing words I couldn't make out. It lasted for what felt like hours, before I was on a table, getting poked by needles.
The same woman was once again taking over my sight, at her side stood a boy, he couldn't have been far from my age. His eyes screamed with guilt, his hand sliding into my pocket and he smiled softly.
The woman's words no longer muffled, now clear as day as she opened her mouth to speak,
"Remember, Asa, Wicked is good."
Wicked, W.I.C.K.E.D. is not good.
The hammock swung as my body shot awake, my heart racing and my breath heaving. It had to have been a nightmare, a nightmare that felt entirely too real. And that woman was only a figment of my imagination, something so terrifying that only my mind could come up with.
Her words stuck though, like I'd heard them over and over. And my name, Asa, that was my name.
The homestead was quiet, the hammock beside mine, where Minho once laid was empty. Few boys stayed sleeping, the sun poking through the cracks of logs on the rooftop. I carefully got up, wincing as I applied pressure onto my wounded knee, making way out of the building.
As I got outside, the Gladers beside the opening greeted me with smiles and curious eyes. I waved to them, wandering towards the strong scent of biscuits as my stomach rumbled. Few boys lined up to where Frypan had prepared meals, allowing me quick access to what had been left of the food.
I took a bowl, propping myself against the long table in attempts not to apply too much pressure onto my leg as I waited. "Morning, greenie." I smiled as Newt greeted me, taking the empty bowl from my hands. "Go take a seat, I'll get your breakfast." He said, nodding towards the tables and I took no time hobbling over to them.
"Greenbean! When you're done with breakfast, let me change that bandage." Clint said, patting my shoulder as he walked by.
"Will do!" I gave him a thumbs up as he ran into the homestead.
It was a nice day, far sunnier than it had been yesterday, the heat radiating through the glade. The gladers had looked to be taking it easier than they had the day before, the heat affecting them as few laid in the grass lazily. I removed my green jacket, laying it onto the bench and rolled up my cargo pants, accommodating my clothes to the heat.
