Wicked is Good?

Make me proud

"Subject A0, please report to my office." I heard ringing over the intercom. "Now." Chancellor Paige added.

I sighed. "Well shit." I said, setting down the playing cards I had. "Mommy dearest calls." My friends laughed as I got up and walked away. I walked out of the leisure room and down the hall to the elevators. As I waited for the elevator to reach my floor I felt a presence approach behind me.

"Hello, zero." The deep yet agonizing voice said.

"Jansen, what a pleasure. Let me guess, you're here to escort me to Ava's office before our daily beating." I said sarcastically.

Jensen slapped me. "You will address the chancellor with respect." He said sternly. I had barely flinched when the back of his hand met my face. I stared at him with fire behind my eyes as he smirked. "And yes, I think it's just about time for our daily father daughter chat. Especially since you refuse to respect your mother."

"You're not my father." I spat. "Just the man who was willing to kill for my mothers affection. If you weren't useful to her you'd be out quicker than a crank can chase you." I smiled, "trust me, Jansen, you're the next one she'll trap and set those monsters loose on."

Jansen glared at me, but this time he didn't strike back at my words. Instead he adjusted how he was standing to look more professional before the elevator opened. A few guards exited the elevator not before nodding to both me and Jansen. I may not be loved, but I am respected by the WICKED staff. At least there's that.

Jansen roughly shoved me into the elevator and pushed the button for chancellor Paige's floor. We stood in silence the entire way up. When the elevator stopped and rested finally at Ava's floor, Jansen grabbed me by my upper arm and dragged me down the endless hallways.

As we walked I watched how the other subjects walked cautiously down the halls. They weren't like me. They didn't walk these halls like they were the queen bee in high school. They walked these halls like a prison. I wasn't like any of them. Nobody here remembers their parents. All they remember is WICKED. That's how my mother wanted it.

Each subject is separated into different groups. Currently there are only two out in the mazes we set up years ago. Groups A and B. I am group A. I've never been sent to the maze because my mother wanted to leave me for the perfect moment. Each day I wonder how much longer I have here with my memories. The day couldn't come any sooner.

Most of the other kids here are haunted by the memories inside this institution. I however, am tormented by here and beyond. I am tormented by the memory of my father. By the memory of my friends who rot in a maze or are dead already. The memory of my twin brother ripped away from me. He never remembered me.

My twin had been sent to the maze a few days ago. I remember how these past years growing up as subjects of my mothers science project I could only love him from far away. Jansen would beat me if I got too close and if I didn't he would beat me anyway. Any scars I bear are covered by the jumpsuit I am forced to wear like all other subjects. To this day and forever I will silently regret not going to my brother just once to tell him I love him before he was sent to the maze. Even if it meant severe pain for me. Even death.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard the familiar buzzing sound of my mothers door unlocking when it recognized us on the video camera. I took a deep breath before Jansen dragged me inside and roughly shoved me into a chair in front of my mothers desk.

My mother stood at her wall of windows, peering out at the messed up city below.

"Alright, what did I do now? What kind of made up rule did I break and what's my punishment this time?" I asked sarcastically.