- My name is Doctor Ava Page -
"Hello," a woman's voice pulls me from my thoughts.
I look up to see a woman dressed in white on a large screen.
"My name is Doctor Ava Page," she introduces herself. Her words are calm, but there's something unsettling in the way she presents herself.
"I'm the Director of Operations for the World Catastrophe Killzone Department," she continues.
"W.C.K.D..." I mutter the letters under my breath, only loud enough for myself to hear, as I slowly start moving forward again, following Thomas.
"If you're watching this, that means you have successfully completed the Maze Trials," she says, her voice ringing through the silence.
Minho and Newt move up beside me, with Theo standing just behind.
"I wish I could be there in person to congratulate you... but circumstances seem to have prevented it," Ava adds, her tone eerily detached as I glance over at the younger people walking around in the background of the video. They aren't wearing the white lab coats, like the ones scattered lifelessly across the floor.
"I'm sure by now, you must all be very confused... angry... frightened," Ava continues.
A hand slips into mine, and I look down to see Newt's fingers intertwining with mine. I squeeze his hand, trying to ground myself, before looking back at the screen.
"I can only assure you, that everything that's happened to you... everything we've done to you... it was all done for a reason," she says, the words hanging in the air like a cold promise.
"You won't remember, but the Sun has scorched our world," she continues. As she speaks, the screen flashes images of burning cities, flames licking at the sky.
"Billions of lives lost to fire... famine... suffering on a global scale," she adds, and I feel my heart drop as images of my home burning flood my mind. Tears prick at my eyes, but I fight them back, focusing on the screen as Ava's voice drones on.
"The fallout was unimaginable," she continues, and the screen shifts to bodies, charred beyond recognition, scattered across the ground.
"What came after was worse," Ava says, her voice growing colder.
The screen changes again, showing a virus infecting the brain, and the words hit me like a punch to the gut.
"We called it the Flare," she says, and the tightness in my chest intensifies as memories surge forward—of my mother, infected, changing right before my eyes, her body deteriorating before she was gone completely.
Newt tightens his grip on my hand as the memories flood back, the pain sharp and raw. He pulls me closer to him, holding me steady as Ava continues, her voice clinical and detached.
"A deadly virus that attacks the brain," she explains as the screen shows the virus spreading through the human brain, destroying it cell by cell. "It is violent..."
The image changes, showing a man strapped to an operating table, his veins turned black as he struggles.
"Unpredictable..." Ava continues as I watch a blackish liquid fall from the man's mouth. "Incurable."
I shiver as the man's eyes flash between desperation and madness before the screen changes back to Ava.
"Or so we thought," she says, a note of something like hope in her voice.
"In time, a new generation emerged that could survive the virus," she continues. "Suddenly, there was a reason to hope for a cure."
Her words don't bring comfort. I'm frozen, my thoughts racing.
"But finding it would not be easy," she adds, the screen flashing images of the Maze, of the trials we've endured.
"The young would have to be tested... even sacrificed," Ava says. Her words cut deep, and I feel a chill run through me, the echoes of screams from the Maze filling my mind, both mine and the others'.
"Inside harsh environments, where their brain activity could be studied," she continues, images of Grievers chasing me, trapping me inside the Maze, flashing before my eyes.
"All in an effort to understand what makes them different... what makes you different," Ava says. I glance over at Chuck, who's now standing between me and Minho. I feel his unease as I turn back to the screen.
"You may not realize it... but you're very important," Ava continues. "Unfortunately, your trials have only just begun."
I feel my chest tighten at her words, but before I can react, something behind her in the video shatters. Sparks fly, and the people behind her begin to scramble in panic.
"As you will no doubt soon discover, not everyone agrees with our methods," Ava continues, unfazed as chaos erupts behind her.
"Progress is slow... people are scared. It may be too late for us... for me... but not for you." Masked men burst into the frame, shooting everyone in sight. I feel my stomach lurch as the scene turns more violent.
"The outside world awaits," she adds, her voice strangely hopeful as masked figures run past her, gunning down anyone who tries to escape.
"Remember," Ava's voice says, cutting through the chaos. She pulls out a gun, her face calm as gunshots echo in the background.
"WICKED is good," she says, just before pulling the trigger.
I quickly turn my head, burying my face in Newt's chest as the sound of a gunshot rings through the air. Chuck's hand trembles in mine, and I feel his grip slip away.
Newt's arms wrap tightly around me, pulling me closer as the scene continues to unfold on the screen.
I look up in time to see a body collapse onto the shattered glass. Thomas, too, seems frozen, his eyes locked on the figure in the background—the woman.
Ava.
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ActionA17 - The Heart She's the kind one in the group, but can still have some sarcastic comments here and there. She's the Glader the others can count on, helps where she can. She is the more softer one, but can still be tough if she needs to. Y/n ends...
