➊ 𝐑𝐮𝐧 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 - 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨, ᵗᵐʳ

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟖: 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲𝐧

Sitting alone on a tree trunk, Minho grumpily took a bite of the food on his plate. His right knuckles were covered by a bandage and he didn't seem to care much about anything around him. Ben, who was usually by his side, was with Gally and the other Builders.

"Should we go talk to him?" Simon asked in a whisper, scared that he would hear him.

"You may as well sign your death treaty," I responded as we got in line for our food.

"Or get traumatized," Chuck added as he sighed.

As soon as we got closer to Frypan's stand and his plates, he smiled brightly and chuckled at our discussion. "If someone has to go talk to him, it certainly shouldn't be you."

I took the plate he was offering and mouthed a thank you. I wouldn't go talk to Minho, at least not when he looked so... So. So weird? So angry? So sad? I don't even know, but it was categorical I wouldn't go near him in a while.

We sat down next to the tree where Newt was already, chewing on his chicken leg. He didn't stop to smile at us or only to speak. His chicken was probably a better topic. I'll admit it, we weren't very interesting, well Simon and Chuck weren't.

"Hey Newt," Simon said sarcastically. "I'm good, thanks for asking."

The British looked up and gave him a quick smile. "Sorry, things are just messy right now."

I raised an eyebrow as I crossed my arms over my chest. "What things?" I asked.

"The box didn't come up this week. Usually, it comes with a Greenie each month and with supplies each week. But it didn't." He sighed.

"Do you have any ideas why?" Asked the Med-Jack, his mouth half full with the beans. His hand covered his lips, preventing the food from flowing out.

Newt shook his shoulder, moving his head from left to right. "We don't know." His eyes roamed to the builder's side. "Gally got an opinion at least."

"Let me guess, it's because of me?"

"Indeed, but that's not all. His thoughts are quite justified-" As he was about to explain, Chuck cut him off as he coughed. "I'm sorry, but nothing that Gally does is justified."

Simon gave him a gentle pat on the shoulder as they let out laughter. If Simon wasn't sixteen, I'd say he had the mentality of a twelve-year-old. "There was a can of gasoline with your name on it." Newt continued and suddenly everything went silent.

"What the-" Simon replied, but I cut him off. When I thought things were finally starting to settle. I was wrong, because what in the world could this mean?

"You mean they want me to burn to death?" I snapped even though he had nothing to do with it.

"Or want you to burn something..."

"What even is there to brun unless Minho's ego?"

Deep down I knew that at any time, the voices could come back and make me do things I wasn't aware of. Ben told me it was fine, but how could I fully believe it?

"There was also a paper, but no one could read it. It was like a foreign language." Newt continued.

"Do you still have it?" I started. "Maybe if my name's on it it means I could understand."

He raised his shoulders, obviously I wasn't gonna be able to see it so easily. "Yeah, they kept it away somewhere in the homestead."

I nodded and soon Winston, Jeff and Frypan sat with us too. They spoke about something else, but my mind was too focused on something else to even remember what it was about. I wanted to see this note, no I had to.

Maybe it would make me understand things, why we were here, what was the immune thing, what was the WICKED sign. How did this even happen? How I couldn't remember anything.

I stood up, followed by the sight of the whole table. "Are you really going after it?" Newt asked, but he didn't need an answer to know the truth.

"Evelyn, I don't want to ruin your mood, but going over there is probably gonna ruin your reputation even more." Simon continued.

"What reputation?"

"Oh you know, the 'I'm so badass type of thing' or the 'I don't need no rules'." He added and Jeff let out a laugh.

"I'm not going anywhere, I don't care about this klunk. They can't keep putting all the blame on me. If they want to burn me, then so be it."

The truth was that I did care, but on a deeper level, it was my wrist that was hurting the hell out of me. Luke every single time I lost control of my body. This whole gasoline story, I was going to dig this through.

I walked away and hopefully, no one stopped me this time. I ran to my hut, but my legs wouldn't follow me. Instead, I went towards the homestead. I tried to hold, to stop, to do something, but I was helpless. The only thing I was happy about was that no one was around, or so I thought.

As soon as I entered, the door slammed open underneath my touch and I scanned around for what could be gasoline. That's when I spotted it, the red container with the transparent liquid.

And as I feared, my name was written very clearly on the front. Evelyn. I grabbed it, looking for the so-called foreign language note Newt talked about. I didn't know what I was looking for, but it couldn't be that hard to find.

Under it were other letters, the same ones I heard from my dream. A18. But this time it wasn't 'the experimentation' I could read, but 'to burst into flame.'

What the fuck. "You really want to kill me do you?" I whispered, knowing that they probably couldn't hear me. Unless they have a monitor somewhere in my body. I looked down at the jewelry on my wrist, nothing changed, it was the same.

I put the container down again, and as much as I looked around, I couldn't find any note or paper. As I was getting up again across the door, I heard footsteps coming at me.

And now there really was no place to hide.

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