Till World's End [Skylar's Story//The maze runner (death cure) fanfic]

3. Personal Torture

"Morning Sky." Teresa Chirps, waltzing into the room like she owns the place. It doesn't surprise me that she's back. I'm sure she came back willingly, though I don't know why anyone would want to come back to this horrid place. I've been locked up for almost a month now, and I would never, ever willingly come back.

"Shucking traitor." I mutter, glaring at her as she jingles the keys in my face. I can't believe she walked back by herself. On second thought, she probably had some device and called WICKED to pick her up. Poor Princess.

"We've got a special surprise for you today." She sneers, but the malice doesn't reach her eyes. Perhaps she doesn't hate me as much as she pretends too. I don't care. I don't like anyone who works for WICKED, whether they hate me or not.

"Can't wait." I say, rolling my eyes and throwing in all the sarcasm I can muster. After a month of living in a jail cell, I'm in pretty bad shape. Eventually WICKED had quit it's 'negotiations' and my wounds had healed. However I still wasn't getting very much food, and the only exercise I had was running in place in my cell and doing some one-armed push ups. It passed time, but did little for my fitness level, considering my arm was still healing and could only handle so much.

I continue to sit on the floor, even after Teresa opens the cell, and stands waiting in the doorway. I could probably take her out, unless she has a weapon, but it would only send hordes of armed guards rushing in after her.

"Come on Sky, don't make me drag you out." She says, getting impatient when I don't get up.

"I'd like to see you try." I snort, laughing at even the idea. Apparently Teresa takes this as a challenge, putting her hands on her hips before marching into my cell and grabbing me by my uninjured arm. She tugs and tugs until I'm lying on my back, laughing hysterically despite the situation. I just don't care anymore.

"Alright, alright, don't hurt yourself." I say, rolling my eyes and getting to my feet. Teresa looks surprised, and slightly annoyed, but doesn't reply.

"So where we going this time?" I ask, letting myself out the door.

Teresa huffs and shoves past me, "You'll find out soon enough, if you can keep up." And with that she takes off down the hall, walking at an incredibly brisk pace. I follow, surprised at how well my body has recovered.

We turn down several hallways, before coming to the door of a room I don't recognize.

"Welcome to your final Exam." She says, opening the door. I walk in, not bothering to wait for her or her drama. I'm not surprised when I find Rat Man already sitting in the room. The room is small and empty, save three chairs in the center. The far wall appears to be glass, but it is clouded with black so that I cannot see through. I dread whatever is about to happen.

"Ah A3, we meet again."

"So surprising."

"I'm glad to inform you that I was in fact correct, your boyfriend has been quite useful."

"You do not have Minho." I hiss, my stomach twisting at even the idea of such a thing. No, this is just another one of their mind games.

"I'm afraid I do actually." Janson says, his voice uninterested, "and I'm sorry I made you wait so long to see him, but you know how it is, had to finish the tests and all that."

I'm speechless. Wanting to see Minho, but praying he isn't here at the same time. Sickly, my instincts tell me that Janson isn't lying, however much I might wish he was. Janson takes my silence as agreement to whatever he has planned and turns in his chair to face the glass. Teresa has come in too, and takes a seat beside him. If only I could ring their necks.

"Please A3, sit down." Janson says annoyedly when I remain frozen in the back of the room.

"I don't want to." I whisper. And it's true, I don't want to sit, I want to run, scream, hide, anything but sit here and watch this. Because I realize I do recognize this room. It's the room from my dream. Which means I know what comes next.

"You have to or you'll ruin the variable." Teresa whines.

"Like I care about your stupid variables."

"You should."

"Well I don't."

"Quiet! both of you, it's time." Janson says, dramatically pressing a button on the wall.

And then he's there.