Trapped

1.2

Once I had departed from Gally, I arrived at my normal post to check-in for the day. In the afternoon we supposedly had a special assignment from Ava Paige herself. Once I had scanned in I was told to meet everyone in the largest lab I knew of in the Wicked compound. 

Ava Paige talked to us in groups of 10 to 15 people, with her sickening monotone voice. We were all lined and assigned metal tables with large lights hanging above them. Ava Paige paid no attention to what had happened the day before, which caused me to have a black eye now.

"Today we will be performing memory recovery." She said these words as if they meant nothing to her. "You will follow me out into the hall to meet the candidates." She talked about these people like they won the chance to be operated on. We all filed out one by one and lined the halls. I could already hear yelling.

"Let me go you shuck face!" It was a distinct voice, I knew who it belonged to the moment I heard it. Heavily armed guards dressed in black walked down the hall clutching Minho by his biceps. "Stop!" He screamed once again. Behind him trailed Thomas, Newt, Winston, Frypan, and other gladers. They all looked horrible. Worse than when we had come out of the glade. They had blood and dirt caked over everything possible. It made me sick that I was kept sparkling clean, hiding inside the Wicked headquarters. Thomas was mumbling something under his breath, and Newt just looked completely pissed off. Lucas was assisting another black armed guard leading Thomas. This was the first time I had seen Lucas since we had met, yet he paid no attention to me. Once Minho found me in the crowd of Wicked staff it became silent.

"What happened to you?!" He screamed. I wasn't sure if he was talking about my eye, or my mental state, as in joining Wicked. I couldn't reply, I was apart of Wicked. All I did was close my eyes and shake my head. A man trailed behind the group of grimy boys. As he made it up to the front of the group he began to talk.

"As you know I have miraculously given you the choice to get your memories back. We need to know now who would like to get them back." Every one of the boys stepped forward besides Minho, Thomas, and Newt, which didn't surprise me.

"Sorry guys," Frypan said looking back at his leaders. Minho rolled his eyes in response. Ava had already ushered the boys into the room before they could change their minds.

"Are you sure you don't want to change your mind?" The man spoke to the three boys left in the empty hall.

"In your dreams," Minho growled.

"Suit yourself." He said walking quickly into the room full of gladers, I followed quickly in suit. As I walked through the door I looked back to see Thomas and the others being pushed down the hall.