Returning Home

NINETEEN - You're Amelia

Alarms blared overhead. Yells echoed in his ears in the distance, the sounds echoing off the walls, metal clanging. The lab was smaller than he'd imagined at the start.

He'd been attempting to map it in his mind for the past however long.

Amelia may have a foggy image of her past, but she could certainly focus and analyze details. She told him about every small detail of the site they're being held in from the vents and doors to the debris left from people's shoes and the types of food that they had.

Everything drew to the fact that it was incredibly small, maybe the size of the Stilinski household he'd guess.

From there he focused on the weak points, sometimes asking Amelia about what things they used on her. The images they'd started with meant that they aren't mentally and physically attacking her, meaning they didn't have much room, nor much equipment outside of the room they took her to that just had screens and speakers according to her. He couldn't actually hear into the room surprisingly.

Even through the torment of whatever happened, Amelia wasn't losing weight, not like Theo who felt drained and more human with every passing moment. When she got back, she would be drained before working out the moment she got her energy back. The only warning now was a sort of buzz and she'd be up, exercising in her room. When she first didn't, there would be water and electricity leaving her with having to grab onto handles that appeared on the ceiling to stay away and conscious.

When she slipped or wasn't fast enough, Theo would slam against the wall the first time her heart stopped. The electricity should've been for him, every time she got shocked it knocked her heart rhythm off, and she was given first aid, brought back, and taken back to 'the room with the images and sounds'.

And when she slept, she called out names, the ones he saw on a list that Thomas kept with him. Names like Newt, Winston, and Chuck, those that were probably there from the time before. She called for them when she woke and would ask him who he was every time without fail. Asked if he knew where A2 was with anger then asked for his title and origin, and he'd have to explain that they were held by WCKD and that he wasn't from the trials.

Through it all, Theo planned. He planned and gathered information when he could. The torture interrupted so much he nearly lost his progress multiple times. Well, if he did, he wouldn't know. He could have repeated himself.

"They've left," he whispered as soon as he was certain. He'd waited for the had doors to shut behind multiple heart beats and the alarms dim. It was just the one room he couldn't hear, but the halls he could.

He knew he startled her when she uttered a strangled, "What?"

"The number of people here are down. We should try getting out."

"Now? But the alarm was just-"

"Could be a distraction, but we need to go," Theo said, tying off the pillowcase he'd torn up and wrapped around his still bleeding thigh, a large cut that ran up to his hip and was still bleeding. He dragged himself up with a groan and ignored all of the red on the floor as he went to the door.

"How are you...?"

He ignored her and punched the door, right where the reported the hinges were on the outside. He'd hit it again, and again until he heard them break, his skin breaking as he did so but he pushed through, ignoring the cracks that filled his room.

"One second," he said to her when the door gave way and limped out to her door. He scanned it and punched in the code she'd given him a long time before, the door opening with a hiss. "I am so glad they didn't change it."

"Fucking WCKD," she said, eyes scanning the logo before they focused on his leg. "Do you know how to get out?"

"Yeah. But we go to the first room on the right before we leave," he said, and he entered their tool room. He heard her freeze as he looked for weapons.