❝There has to be some way to get out. There just has to be.❞
❝Everybody says that. Then they realize they're stuck. And they stay stuck because they're too scared to do anything else.❞
At first it was like a dream come true...
But it quickly turned...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"Is this really a good idea?" Diana clicks her long nails against the table.
She sits in a room with a big silver table in the middle, yet only three people are sitting at it.
Computers are lined up on the walls, showing footage of all different areas of FCW.
"Do we have any other options?" The man says, his hair slicked back and grey.
"The PreocatanProcedure might be a little extreme." Diana Cole says, picking at her chipped nails.
"There could be many better options." Penny Wilson runs her hands through her dark hair.
"Neither of you had a problem with it before. With the others." The man says.
"We both know by now that she's not like the others." Diana mutters. "Do you know if Subject 298 is ready yet?"
"We need to fix what's happening with 297 first." Penny says.
"And Prototype 2?" Diana asks.
"Nothings wrong with her, it's 297. Something's different about her. Like she's immune to it in a way."
"And Subject 2?"
"MIA."
"That's exactly why we should do this. I can already feel the third rebellion coming. I have a feeling she'll be the one to start it." The man clicks a pencil on the desk as Penny Wilson glances at a computer screen.
"It will certainly throw her off." Diana says.
"She's my daughter. There has to be some other way." Penny says, staring at the computer screen.
Both the man and Diana turn to Penny.
"That didn't stop you before." The man says.
Penny thinks back to the argumentwith Harper. She can't do this to her anymore.
"She's my daughter." Penny says again, not meeting either of their eyes.
"It's 2 to 1. We're doing it." The man says harshly, causing Diana to glance at him.
"I didn't agree to it." Diana Cole says, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Fine then, Diana. Yes or no. Make your decision." He grits out.
Diana's eyes wander to Penny's then back to his. She stares at the computers lined up in front of her.
