Searching For You (TW/TMR Fusion)

Chapter 3

WARNING : THIS CHAPTER HAS DESCRIPTION OF NON-CON/ RAPE. There is NO occurence of non-con, but there are allusions to it, as well as some descriptions.

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There are always men, on the prowl, looking for unsuspecting, innocent people who make easy prey for satisfying their needs. Eugene was one of the more terrifying of them, considering how his victims are never seen again for a long time.

His primary aim was to make money, and so when he was approached by an organisation called WICKED, he merely thought about the amount he was to earn, shrugged and accepted their offer.

He was to do what he did best- pick out the prey. But he was given a condition- they were to be teenagers. He didn't make a fuss; it wasn't a big deal anyway. After identifying the target, he was to get them alone and subdue them, after which WICKED would be notified for the retrieval of the kid.

He didn't know what was going to happen to the kids, nor did he care. As long as he got the money, he was absolutely fine.

It had been a while since he caught anyone. So, when he found a boy, driving alone in his Jeep, and booking a room in the motel with the bar where he was hanging out, Eugene started planning out another kidnapping. He was, after all, running out of money.

But looking at the lean build of the kid, his long neck and his red lips, Eugene's mind was overtaken with flashes of pale skin covered with sweat and bruises, the pretty thing kneeling at Eugene's feet, looking like he belonged there, with a dirty rag stuffed in his mouth, hands tied behind his back, tears streaming down his face, eyes terrified, the air filled with the sounds of his whimpers of pain- Eugene closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to not moan out loud.

He really needed the money. He couldn't have his way this time. Such a pity too, that vast expanse of pale skin would have looked beautiful with some cuts, bruises and a splash of red. A pity, indeed.

And so, another teenager was given to WICKED.

It would be a long time before Eugene forgot the spitfire who put up such a good fight, filling Eugene with the need to mark him claim him hurt him make him bleed, but ultimately lost due to the effect of the tranquiliser that he was shot with. He got his money and that was the last he saw of that kid.

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Rebecca Green was, at first glance, an ordinary woman. She looked like a homemaker, who always bustled around tidying up things, and cooked enough to last a week. Well, she does do the above mentioned, but, she's also an employee in the organisation called WICKED. She was one of the people who monitored the Maze. She worked during the day, checked out in the evening and went back home to a loving husband and an adorable daughter.

She loved work, but she hated what was done in the name of science in that facility. She thought it immoral and unethical to kidnap teenagers, heavens they're just kids, suppress their memories and plant false ones using a combination of drugs and hypnosis, all the while experimenting on them.

But she gritted her teeth and told herself it was for the greater good.

It was six months since the last teen. He was brainwashed, and kept under a constant dose of drugs while his biology was studied to plan for the scenarios which would incite the necessary reactions that would be observed carefully.

It was one and a half months since the boy was sent into the Maze, with murky memories of his name being Thomas and of the girl Teresa. Everything that was to happen in the Maze had been planned out. Thomas was conditioned to unlock some more false memories, that were planted before he was sent in, if he was stung by a Griever.

Everything was going well. Apparently, the reactions of Thomas' body were what was needed in the research. This filled the scientists with excitement and enthusiasm to get more data.

It was purely by chance that the door wasn't shut fully when Rebecca was passing by.

"His brain is reacting vigorously to every scenario, it's amazing!"

"We need to stimulate for stronger emotions. He's dealing well with stress."

"And he's learning everything he can while getting to know the other Gladers."

"We don't know how he reacts to loss, yet."

There was a thoughtful silence.

"Who is he close to?"

"That runner? Minho?"

"What about Teresa?"

"He is quite attached to the other boy, Newt. It appears like the attachment is mutual too."

"Hmm... Newt is a good choice but, I feel like there would be a better reaction if he loses him after they become even more acquainted."

"How about that younger kid? Chuck. Thomas is protective of him, isn't he?"

There was a murmur of assent from everyone.

"Looks like it's going to be Chuck. We can include his response to anger if we... make Gally...to be the one who kills Chuck."

Then the discussion continued on how to bring about this scenario. Rebecca paled with horror as she heard every word.

She remembered Chuck. He was an adorably sweet kid. As she listened, her mind came up with vivid images of how Chuck would be murdered. As if that wasn't enough, Chuck was replaced by her daughter, lying on the floor, bleeding out due to the knife embedded in her chest.

Rebecca stumbled to the nearest washroom and threw up violently. She realized that she was crying, while she heaved. Chuck had a family too. He would have been loved by his mother and father. They're probably sick with worry over his disappearance. To take away their son, and rob him of an opportunity to live his life, and let him die thinking that his parents were killed in the Flare, was beyond what Rebecca could bear.

She informed the reception that she was sick and left for home. As soon as reaching her house, she pulled up a secure connection and sent an anonymous tip to the Government about the location and details of the research that goes on there.

And after, she wrapped herself around her daughter, that night, and spent the night too afraid to close her eyes, for fear that her nightmares would be too realistic for her to handle.

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Elsewhere, an officer who got the tip, rushed to his superior. Within sometime calls were placed to other higher authorities and a stealth and rescue mission was planned.

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A/N: Rebecca Green and Eugene are OCs. Eugene is one sick individual.

Also, as I mentioned before, I post the chapters as soon as I write them. So, the updates maybe (most definitely *cough*) irregular. Sorry about that.

Let me know what you thought about the chapter, and the story till now.