Bewitching

32|I Killed Her

"And in that moment, our souls connected. We were not two people in separate places, no, we were two people, and one soul. That was how we knew our souls were destined to be broken apart. Because no two people can share one soul. Just like no pure, honest love can last, much less exist."

Thomas sat there with me for a half an hour before he left, talking to me, entertaining me. But then it was sundown, and he had to go. I was alone in the dark. I felt the whispers of the wind across my face, caressing me with care. Aris? I tried. No such luck. Aris? I tried again, straining myself.

Lizzy? Oh, thank god, are you okay?! That wasn't meant to happen, I'm so sorry!

I paused for a moment. Not meant to happen? What are you taking about Aris? Suddenly a higher voice pierced through my thoughts. Aris is just a bit confused. I paused. It's Teresa. Teresa sighed. I thought you'd remember me. I thought that over. You know me? You're the girl who came up in the box, aren't you? She didn't answer the last question.

And Thomas. She responded. What else do you remember? I pushed, sensing an opening for new information. There was a slight pause. I remember the Maze. She finally spoke, or thought, for that matter. And WICKED. How they tested us, treated us like rats. How this is an experiment to test our limits, to measure our brainwave patterns in certain situations. Another pause. How we worked for them. Of course we worked for them. I know. I stopped, wondering how much to tell them. We already know everything. Aris said. I sighed. We've messed up big time.

There was a long silence after that, and I tried desperately not to groan in pain. Lizzy? Are you still there? I sucked in a deep breath at my nickname, being used in the mouth of a stranger. She sensed my discomfort and immediately apologized. God, Lizzy-Elizabeth- I understand if you don't want me to call you that. I laughed a bit. No, no, I'm sorry, it just surprised me, that's all. She laughed too. Good. But, Lizzy, that's not why you're here. In this unconscious state. WICKED believes your performance had been....unsatisfactory. They want to terminate you. But, you should know. There is something wrong with you. I'm not allowed to tell you what. Either way, you weren't supposed to be there. It has thrown in an interesting variable, but you will most likely be punished. So will I for telling you his much. But you need to know. You are sick. Something is wrong with you. And the longer you stay there, the moe effect you will have on those....not immune to this sickness. Soon, very soon, you , we, will get out of here. Each of us will remember nothing of this conversation when we wake up, but I must warn you. You need to make a choice. You know this. Choose the right one Lizzy. Choose him.

And then, everything sort of faded away, until I was fully unconscious again.

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I sprinted down the hall, my breath coming in ragged gasps. They wouldn't know what I had done for a good week. That was enough time. I slammed through a door, sprinting past a confused and irritated group of people. I kept going like this, until I got where I wanted to go. I stopped in front of a sterile white door with a black symbol on it, and bent over, catching my breath. My stomach turned from dinner. Stupid me and my sensitive stomach. I tried to look put together and I strutted into the room. To figures were bent over a model, which I barely glanced at. But I saw enough to know what it was of. The Maze. I cleared my throat, choking a bit. They both spin around. I nodded at them. "Thomas. Teresa." I always knew the two were close. As close as I was to losing him. I felt guilty for wanting that, to lose him. "Lizzy." He strode over to me and pecked me on the lips. "What are you doing here, it's dangerous." I looked pointedly over at Teresa. "No offense, and I mean that seriously, but I was kind of looking for some privacy. She nodded, face still blank. "Of course. No offense taken, Lizzy." She gave me a thin lipped smile as she passed, knowing good and well what I needed to do. "I'll cover for you." It was barely a whisper, but I heard it. Apparently, so did Tom. "What?" He pulled my face to look up at him. "What is she talking about?" I put a hand of his chest and put my lips on his, assessing the sweet kiss, trying to sense any of the usual sparks. The only thing I felt was guilt, as a image of Newt flashed across my closed eyes. I moaned, pulling away and crouching down, getting a hand on my situation. He knelt down next to me, rubbing my back. "You really shouldn't eat gluten, you know." I glared at him. "I'm only half allergic. I can deal, because you and I both know that the pizza is the only good food that comes around this place. But that's not what I came to talk to you about." I stood up, groaning. "I've done something, Tom. Something bad. And I need to get into the Maze. Or I'll be killed-." I choked on the words, looking down. I know how Tom feels about WICKED. Mixed. And this week, he's leaning more to the "WICKED is good" side. I looked at him. "Tom, I need your help." He ran his hands through his hair, letting out a breath. "Lizzy, what gave you done now?" I felt the tears start rolling down my cheeks. I shouldn't be ashamed, I'm only doing what I believe in. "I gave us away." I stated. That was all he needed. He gasped, stumbling back, almost knocking over the scale model of the Maze. "No! Lizzy, what have you done? You want all of our work, all of this, to be for nothing?" I started toward him. "Tommy-!" He shoved me away. "I don't know. Lizzy. This could lead to a cure!" I walked up to him, putting my hands in his, pleading. His eyes were conflicted as he looked into mine. "I need help." I murmured.