Chasing Chances // Minho

Head Games

WICKED Facility
Undisclosed Location
April 8th, 222
1000 hours

"You're not trying hard enough." The Creator hissed. I was getting more used to calling her that now. I didn't want to call her mom anymore. Mom felt too personal and our relationship was anything but.

"I can't connect with him with everyone hovering over me! It makes me nervous." I snapped at my mom. I was six years old with a fire behind my eyes and built up rage in my stomach. I was beginning to realize that WICKED wasn't as good as they kept saying they were. That WICKED had plans for us that I didn't know about and that pissed me off. It made me want to fight. But I was six years old and at this age, everyone still had control over me.

"That's a flimsy excuse." The Creator spat out. "Teresa and Thomas did just fine."

"Teresa and Thomas also got to meet each other before you tried establishing their mental link." I argued. "You just threw me into that damn room with him and demanded that I reach out to to his stupid chip with my own evasive, mind controlling..." I screamed as a surge of pain rocketed from my chip all the way down to my toes. The Creator would do this sometimes. She would remind me that she was one holding all the cards, that she was ready and willing to cause me pain. Just because I was her daughter, didn't mean I wasn't still her subject first. I clutched my head in pain, trying not to cry as my mother began to scold me.

"I have had enough of your attitude, no more back talking young lady. No more cursing and no more questioning what we're doing. You are supposed to just do as your told."

"I'm not your lab rat or some dog you can order around." I said through gritted teeth. "I'm a kid."

"And as a kid you are supposed to listen to the adults in the room." Her hand was hovering over the button that would send a new wave of pain throughout my body. I had to clench my jaw to keep some nasty response from coming out of my mouth. I watched the Creator nod, moving her hand away from the button on the screen.

"Dr. Paige, please take Mallory to the blue room please." I hadn't noticed her come in but I look over at Dr. Paige now. She looks, sad. Is that because of me? And what's the blue room?

"Are you sure Dr. Prescott?" Dr. Paige asks gently.

"If I wasn't I wouldn't have said anything." My mother bites back. Dr. Paige nods and holds her hand out for me.

"Come along Mallory." I take her hand because she's offering it and try to tell myself that it's not because I wish she was my mom instead. Dr. Paige leads me out of my moms office and down several hallways towards a room I previously thought had been empty.

"What's the blue room?" I asked her.

"It's just another medical lab, that's all." Dr. Paige says with a smile but I can tell she's lying. I don't know why though. She doesn't seem like a liar. I don't struggle against her hand though, I continue to follow her down the corridor. When she pushes the door open, I find a comatose Aris. The hair on my arms prickle in fear and that's when I pull against her.

"What is this! What's happening!" I shout. Dr. Paige's grip tightens.

"I'm sorry Mallory. You won't feel any pain, I promise."

"What!" I shout. "Aris! Aris! What have you done to him?" But Aris doesn't move from his bed and the doctors haul me up and strap me down to me own as I continue to scream, thrash and bite them.

"See if you can get rid of some of that rebellious nature she's storing inside of her." Comes the voice of my mother, over some unseen intercom.

"Mommy please! I'm sorry! I won't fight anymore!" I cry out, I don't know what's happening but I'm scared enough to cry. Scared enough to almost wet myself. Whatever they're going to do, I know I'm not going to like.