You woke up with the stinging rays of light shone in your face in a laboratory. You feel naked and felt the cold metal laying against your back. As you try to analyze the surroundings you heard voices talking about you and Thomas.
It was a relief for you to know that Thomas was alive. You close your eyes and try to stay still as possible as the voices comes closer. You felt someone was laying on the other metal table. The voices you assume where scientists and researchers. They were examining your brain pattern and the other "subject's" brain pattern.
"Subjects? This means we're like we're used in an experiment. Could not be lab rats. They're using humans. Why would they do this kind of cruelty? What happened to humanity.. And WCKD exists?!" you screamed in your thought
Then a woman talks saying in repetition
"(y/n), Wicked is good. Everything's going to change"
"Wicked is good. Everything's going to change"
"Always remember. WICKED IS GOOD"
You try not to absorb those words you're hearing but it keeps on repeating in your mind.
"Wait a sec. I am not Teresa! What the—What's happening? Where am I?" you shrieked in your thoughts once again.
You want to speak but you can't, immovable lips, you're paralyzed at the moment.
You passed out of the words keep repeating itself.
Emptiness.
Pitch black.
Silence ruled over the room.
YOU ARE READING
The First Glader
FanfictionFrom an ordinary teenager to an experiment's subject. The Flare have overcome the world before you know it. You've watched the movies? Read the books? They were true.
