It was hazy.
Soft giggles and careless whispers bounced off the white walls.
Light was streaming through the long sheer curtains- decorating her bare back with rays of sunshine as a large calloused, yet still soft hand caressed it- lightly tracing patterns on the smooth skin.
"Orion"
"Mmhmm"
"Cassiopeia"
"Mmm"
"Canis Major"
"Can you get one wrong already?"
A beautiful laughter filled the room "I think that would defeat the aim of the game"
"Not for me it wouldn't"
The boy lets out a charming grin as he looks down at the girl whose head rested in her hands on his own bare chest.
"let me do one" she grins back and moves her head into one hand using the other to trace a constellation on his chest.
The boy rests his back and closes his eyes- picturing the arrangement of stars in his head until she is finished.
"The one in which I am hopelessly in love with"
The girls smile grew even wider as she saw the small grin that rested on his face as he laid there, eyes closed.
"Carina, I am hopelessly in love with you" he says as he finally looks at her.
The words- though spoken millions of times before- will never lose their value to both the boy and girl. Each time they are said; they are just as meaningful as the last time.
"And I will be forever in love with you Tommy"
Carina awoke with a shock, sweat coating her body making her dark hair cling to her neck and face.
"Tommy" she whispered to herself- the name sounding so familiar falling from her quivering lips.
She stumbled down from the bunk bed; clumsily making her way to the door and knocking on it hard 3 times.
The loud click of the heavy door opening finally sounded and the guard from outside looked down on the girl "What?" his gruff voice said
"Bathrooms" She croaked out- completely failing to sound composed like she originally hoped. He nodded and she followed him down the hall- not caring about her most likely dishevelled appearance.
The steaming water was the thing she enjoyed most here- she liked to cleanse away the bad thoughts, the blood that she thought stained her hands, the dirt.
The steam acted as a net for all her dreams she'd had- allowing her to remember and ponder over them. it was her safe place, her place of privacy where she felt secure- the perfect place to try and grasp her dreams. They all revolved around this boy. Tommy.
The dreams had all been happy; focusing on what she desperately hoped were memories of life before the maze even though deep down she already knew they were.
However, the first dream she got- almost a week ago now when she first arrived in this place compound- was not at all like those. It was blurry; flashing images shooting past her closed eyelids, yet she had never felt such pain, sadness and heartbreak when she awoke.
The dream haunts her still; she remembered looking down at her trembling hands wired up to various machines and looking around at all the doctors- slapping on gloves, filling up syringes and hooking more wires to her body. She remembered hearing vicious, angry shouts and banging which soon calmed down into desperate pleas and cries of her name- Only then did she gather the strength to look up at the glass panel opposite her- her tired worn eyes meeting the teary, red eyes of a boy -of him- before they finally fell shut. She remembered the voice of a woman. She remembered what she said.
"Carina Fae. Subject B0. The Spark"
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"Whats that?" A boy with shaggy blonde hair asked the doctor
"Just a little cocktail. Calcium, folate, vitamins A through Z. Pretty much everything you've been deprived of out there. Try to relax." He replied kindly
All of them turned to look at the new face walking in
"Good evening Doctor Crawford"
"Good evening, how are the new arrivals holding up?" She asks
"So far so good"
"All right- Lets not be too long in here, I have to attend to Carina's Training session in 40 minutes. You must be Teresa"
At the sound of the name another boys ears perked up- knowing it was the name of the girl who had been gracing his dreams.
"Thomas, come with me please"
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"Carina!" A voice chimed happily as she stood in the middle of a setup of blue mats- dressed only in a sports bra, shorts and a slightly oversized zip-up hoodie and some nice trainers which Carina secretly hoped she would be able to keep.
She turned around to see Janson or as she liked to call him in her head- Ratman.
"I hope you're ready for today" He said- clasping his hands together.
When Carina first woke up after being knocked out somehow in the maze she was being carried by a man who she had never seen before- sending her into panic mode- lets just say the man was knocked unconscious and she had to be restrained by three guards. Janson- who had witnessed the ordeal was overjoyed and immediately started organising for her to be trained. Why? She had no idea, but she liked it- she felt that if the time ever came, she would be able to protect people and help save them.
Her training session was mostly hand to hand combat and learning new defence techniques and she was impressive- the observers on the other side of the 'mirror' mostly consisting of visiting scientists, doctors, and security definitely thought so.
"A most valuable subject no?" Janson asked them as he walked into the room and watched as Carina took down a 6'4ft beefy guy by wrapping her legs around his neck and somehow flipping him back.
"What have you done to her Janson?" one of the visiting scientists asks in awe
"Nothing- we found subject B0 abandoned near one of our facilities on the scorch when she was 11 years old- we prepped her for 5 years- training her in everything like how to use a gun, survival skills, self defence. 30 ways in which she can kill someone with her bare hands" Janson explained with a smirk- watching some people look over at him in slight shock.
"So she's a weapon?" another said with pure distaste.
"Oh no no no, we'd never use her as a weapon- she is merely... an experiment that seems to have great results"
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Dream; Thomas- The Scorch Trials
FanfictionDream [driːm] NOUN A series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person's mind during sleep: Carina had dreams of a boy with dark brown hair and beautiful brown eyes. Thomas had dreams of a girl with brown hair and mesmerising blue ey...
