teenage wasteland ;; the maze runner

2.10

she woke up to an alarm, the loud blaring noise piercing her ears and echoing not only across the room she was still stuck in, but across the entire facility. the singular siren hung onto the wall next to the door and flashed a bright red, causing her to squint as she came back to consciousness.

the first thing she noticed, besides the alarm, was how empty the room now was. clearly, they'd all left when she'd passed out, and not only that, but they took violet's body with them. the only thing left behind was the stain of her blood on the white tiled floor.

florence's breath caught in her throat, eyes wide as they caught on the dried red crust, now a darker color than it had been before janson injected her with the serum. her hands looked a similar color, no longer sticky but instead dry.

however long she'd been out... well, it'd been long enough for all this to happen. florence's stomach churned as she sat up, fully leaning herself against the wall.

she was well out of it, still trying to understand exactly what was going on, not to mention what had alerted the security system. she hoped to god it didn't involve the boys. she was in enough shit as it was, she didn't need them to meet a similar fate to her own.

her hands shook as she brought them up to her face, now scrutinizing every crack and ridge that was filled with dry blood. on every single finger, she was stained from the tip to the knuckle, heavy splatters decorating all the way up to her elbows.

she looked down, breath shallow as her eyes wandered to her own torso. it was just as colorful as the rest of her, along with her pants, and she felt her heart pang at the memory from however long ago (that now felt like a lifetime ago, but that might be because she just remembered her lifetime) when she held her aunt's body, cradling her in gentle arms as if she would be the one to bring her back.

spoiler alert, she hadn't, and she never would.

but, instead of crying, like she had been earlier, she couldn't summon a feat of emotion. she felt almost apathetic with fury at janson, too hurt to be sad anymore because sadness had stolen her entire life. not only that, but w.c.k.d had stolen her entire life.

florence rested her hands on her knees, stare unbreaking on the door. it was across the room from her, and she wished more than anything that she could see what was going on.

while watching the door helplessly, she also had two weights on her shoulders. she couldn't tell what the next move would be, because, unless there was a true miracle, janson would be back in no time to finish the job he'd started.

soon enough, florence would be dead, and unless she decided how she wanted to revolt soon, she would die like the rest of her family had. as pawns in a game they had no control of.

florence hated chess.

all at once, the thought shot a bolt of fury from her heart to her hands, and she lashed out without thinking. an enraged yell escaped her as she took her hand, tightened it into a fist, and slammed it on the ground beneath her.

her action had almost immediate consequences, and although she wanted to recoil and cradle her now throbbing hand, she didn't. instead, she seethed in silence.

florence couldn't tell if she wanted to try and escape, or if she wanted to die. sure, dying would make everything her family did for nothing, but god was she tired of trying to survive. it turned out that not only had she been fighting for her life for the past three years in the maze, but she'd been doing it since she was five years old.

she grit her teeth and shook her head. the truth was, she wanted to kill janson, but there was no way she'd be able to pull that off as a prisoner in his facility. he had eyes everywhere, and he already had a bullseye on her head. as soon as she made a move to attack, her brains would be splattered on the walls.