So, we didn't escape apparently.
I still barely know what's going on, but I know more now:
W.I.C.K.E.D. is a real pain in the ass, walking through sand dunes should be considered a sport, and searching for a mysterious rebel group is like searchin...
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"THOMAS...RUN!" HER VOICEwas like a muted banshee cry that could only be heard along a dead man's last breath. The connection she desperately clung to in her final moments of consciousness was weak and feeble like a frayed thread despite her effort. Amongst the chaos within the Compound, her desperate warning fell upon her brother's unfocused mind.
Yet, because of his loud thoughts and scattered anxiety, Ame's final warning died within Thomas's mind and vanished without any recognition or acknowledgement.
If only Thomas listened for her faint warning as he found himself where he was often found—in trouble.
Trembling behind a glossy metallic pillar and hiding next to a column of swaying subjects with tubes strung through their veins, eavesdropped a painfully curious and concerned Thomas.
Next to him, just a pillar away, hid his new curious ally, Aris. Then, pacing through the forbidden corridor was Ratman and a guard, blissfully unaware of the terrified children hiding from their merciless eyes.
"You sure this can't wait?" Janson's voice echoed with apathetic exhaustion.
"She was very specific, sir." The guard answered, tapping away at his device pad, "She wanted to speak with you personally."
Janson sighed, grumbling bitterly, "As if I don't have enough to deal with."
The two seemed to neglect the inquisitive eyes of the intruders, Thomas soaking up every word they uttered, knowing that the secrets within this room were rare, raw, and unforgiving. Yet, despite the two men speaking and reaching the center of the wide room of strung up teens, Thomas had a singular thought cross his bewildered mine, seizing his unyielding anxiety further.
Is Ame somewhere in here?
A chill went down his spine at the horrifying thought of finding his little sister strung to the bloodsucking machines.
Then, like the dread his sister felt only mere hours before, Janson exposed the truth.
"Good evening, Dr. Paige. Lovely to see you again—" Ratman greeted, his eyes fixated on a sudden hologram, illustrating the very woman that sat as the head of the Creators, Chancellor of WICKED, and oppressor of the Mazes.
Ava Paige.
She...she died. How is she... Thomas thought, his thoughts stumbling over each other as his mind flung into a frigid panic.
Janson continued, "Although, I do admit, I wasn't expecting to hear from you quite so soon."
A horrible sinking sensation burned into his chest as Thomas sank to the floor, crouching behind the post. His head swarmed with radio silence as a sickening realization weighed on his ailing shoulders.
