teenage wasteland ;; the maze runner

2.6

    it had felt like hours since florence was placed in that sterile, white, uncomfortable room, but in truth, it had only been about thirty minutes. she leaned back against the chair, wrists itchy against the cold metal chains that kept her in place on the desk after some other employee walked into that room just twenty or so minutes ago and locked her arms to the surface of the table.

    her eyes flickered across the room, gaze narrowing on each and every camera. they flashed red, four of them located in each corner of the ceiling, all pointed towards her. she sighed loudly, a frown on her lips. "why am i here?" she asked one of the cameras, shoulders dipping as she leaned her head down in exhaustion.

    it was almost as if the scientists were waiting for her, or perhaps she'd just been lucky enough to summon them, but the door opened with a loud click. florence straightened, eyes narrowed as a woman walked in.

    she was generally young, compared to a lot of the people at the facility, and she looked awfully familiar, just another memory that flo couldn't place. or, that's what she felt like, at least. florence watched the woman, dark haired and void of any expression, walk towards the chair across from her.

    she wore a white coat, hair tied back in a slick ponytail. on her face, a beauty mark stood out on her cheek bone. her skin was tan, smooth, it almost looked soft. florence felt her heart sour in jealousy at the thought, no scars anywhere on her body, all while her and those kids were sent to survive hell just to help the human race.

well, they didn't ask to be heroes.

"hi, florence." the woman's voice was softer than she thought it would be. she looked gentle when their eyes fully met, the woman finally taking a seat.

florence swallowed, leaning back against her chair. "hi." her voice was dry, hollow, and bitter.

the woman only smiled at her tone. "a spitfire," she sighed under her breath, but the grin didn't suffer. it glowed strongly against her features. "of course you are."

florence looked at her blankly, almost appearing bored. she tapped her foot rapidly under the table, though, enough of an indicator that her expression of irritation was a farce, when in truth, she was more anxious than ever.

the woman sighed, shoulders falling with the action. "my name is dr. violet denver," she finally introduced. "i am here to tell you everything."

florence blinked, face falling into confusion at the words that left violet's mouth. within a split second of such an odd sentence falling from her mouth, violet denver turned to look over her shoulder and at one of the blinking cameras. with an affirmative nod to whoever was watching on the other side, the red blinking light instantly stopped.

"the cameras—" florence gaped, brows furrowing in a lost expression.

violet worked quickly, though, not daring to look up at her as she fiddled with the locks on flo's wrists. "look, i'm sorry, we don't have a lot of time."

the cuff around her right wrist loosened, opening with a small click. slowly, florence picked up her hand, turning it over as she examined the light red mark left behind by the cold metal. while florence stared at her right wrist, violet had already moved on to free her left one. "what?" florence fumbled for words.

violet shook her head, another soft click echoing through the sterile room as florence felt a similar feeling take over her left wrist. soon, she was lifting both hands, trying to rub away the itchiness and irritation left behind by the cuffs.

    "i wish i knew where to begin," violet sighed, sitting back as florence merely rubbed her hands together to send feeling back to her fingertips. "and i wish i could make this sound easier, or less scary if anything." she paused, eyes staring deep into flo's. violet sighed, sadness overtaking her face. "i wish we had more time."