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CHAPTER TWO

Always felt like she was being watched all the time, there was never any privacy around here.

There are cameras in every corner of the building, capturing every single thing. People moving around all day, and the air filled with the hum of the machines.

She was looking around until she opened one of the doors, where there were tanks filled with blue liquid. The sight scared her every time.

Why them? A pang of guilt twisted her stomach. She hated doing these after she learned the truth.

The sound behind her of somebody opening the door made her jump.

"This is what you have been preparing me for?" Eleanor asks without looking at the person and just stares at the tanks.

"You don't have to do it; you do have a choice." the person replied in a delicate tone.

"Why do I have a choice, but they didn't? It's not fair, they are all kids. I don't understand why we are doing this."

"This is to save everyone; we will all be infected if we don't find a cure."

"But it feels... wrong."

"WCKD is good, Eleanor. You know that you've always supported us. What changed?" the person asks.

"I want to do it then, be part of the Trials." she declared

"You don't have to do it. You do know you will forget him and everything, right?" the person walks closer to Eleanor, making it clear she didn't have to do it.

"If this leads to a cure I'll do it."

"I can't guarantee that you will make it out safe, Eleanor."

Then she woke up, again. She has had the exact dream every day since... the accident.

It haunted her every night. Who was that person? A cure for what? Trials of what? Why did she volunteer to be in this shitty place?

It confused her every single time and she despised not having the answers.

She didn't like this place, because she figured out it was a test. But when will it end?












A/N:

This chapter is super short ughh.

I want to read Percy Jackson, and I have the book. But every time I grab it, I don't want to read it anymore.

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