My True Pack.

Chapter 8

Third Person's Point of View.

"Mark, this smells fishy. This smells bad." A young girl named Tina said.

A very annoyed Mark sighed. "It's been two months now. The world needs us, Tina. What of this smells fishy?"

Tina was a beautiful girl. Her blonde hair fell right in her shoulders, lips made like a godess and the most beautiful eyes.

"Mark, where does Ava take the young teenagers? The inmune like us?" Tune asked.

Mark was a simple guy. He did what he was told, if Ava told them to bring the inmune to them and that they would take care of the rest, he did. And after those boys left his hands, he didn't care what they did to them. That was Thomas and Teresa's business. The Maze was their domain.

But Tina in the other hand, she was a curious girl that would get her nose in everyone's business. Her mind was creative and very, very curious just like her cousin Thomas. But those traits brought problems, she didn't believe a word of what W.I.C.K.E.D said. And she tried to knock some sense to Mark and Thomas. But neither seemed to be interested.

"Ask your cousin those questions. Thomas's the one in charge of the subjects." Mark brushed it off.

Tina looked at him straight in the eye. "I tried, Mark. He avoids the subject and looks at the side like, if someone was hearing. He doesn't tell me anything."

Mark shrugged. "He probably doesn't want to talk about. If you ask me, you're being a little paranoid."

Tina sighed. "I don't know what's happening here. But if one thing is clear is that W.I.C.K.E.D isn't good." And she left.

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Wicked isn't good.

Those words stayed forever in Mark's poor concience. After ignoring the facts, Mark saw what W.I.C.K.E.D was capable of doing. Sending kids to fight monsters called Grievers, and just for a cure that he knew didn't exist. He knew that the cure was just a false hope given to humanity. And he had believed it. But soon after his discoveries, he understood that, there wasn't any cure.

And he tried to stop W.I.C.K.E.D and Janson. He asked for Teresa's help, but she only trusted Thomas. And when Mark asked for Thomas's help, he turned his back on him. Saying that he was a traitor to the world and to Ava. Mark tried to help him understand that, there was no cure. That it was all a cruel experiment and that, he would end like the kids.

"You're saying nonsense. W.I.C.K.E.D is good."

He got himself in deep shit after that encounter. Somehow, Janson found out about his doubts and when Mark was ready to betray them. Teresa sold him out. He got a burned mark, a tattoo in his neck and arm. As a reminder that you couldn't fuck with W.I.C.K.E.D.

Subject A10, The Tech.

Funny how they named him 'The Tech.' But was true, back in Kansas, in his father's farm, he was a really good tech. So good that when the Flares hit the world, he sheltered himself and his sister on a special shelter he made from old computers and shit like that. And when they survived that part, it was just to see how his parents slowly lost their minds.

It wasn't known at the time, most symptoms were headaches, chills. Things that you usually get when sick, but then, they started to worsen. Hallucinations, sucidal thoughts, voices in your head. Things that weren't there. And Mark was petrefied of what his parents were becoming. His father was the first to turn. It all started with a simple headache. And it ended with him ripping his right eye out. And ate it.

His mom tried to hide the sickness. To be strong for her children. She tried to ignore the voices in her head, the animal instincts. She tried really hard. But no one could fight the sickness. And that broke Mark's heart. He cared a lot about his father and cried for weeks when he had to kill him with his old shotgun. He remembered his last words.

"Nice eye, can I eat it?"

But seeing his mom slowly turn, killed him. His mom that always knew how fight things off, couldn't fight that thing. And she did put on a fight, she turned way after his father turned. She started with muttering weird things. And Mark knew that one of those days, he would put a bullet through her head. But when that day came, he wasn't ready at all. How could he put a bullet through the head of his mother?

He was crying. Begging her not to become whatever his dad became. But the inhuman howls and screams gave him the answer. He could not put at risk his little sister, she was the only thing he had left. But that didn't mean that he could not sob when he killed her. Her inhuman screams, her eyes all bloodshot. She wasn't the woman that would kiss him goodnight. She was a monster.

And with his heart going with her. Mark pulled the trigger. And the inhuman noises stopped. She seemed finally at peace. And Mark broke down crying, guilty of not protecting his parents. And he buried her body with his dad's body. Unable to look at them.

And W.I.C.K.E.D had taken advantage of that. Of his emotional pain. They came without a warning, saying that him and his sister were inmune of the sickness that was wiping the human race. They told him that his intelligence would save the human race from that horrible death. And he believed them. He went with them, hoping that nobody would suffer as he did.

And then, he realized that Ava Paige was taking lives of innocent children for a cure that didn't even exist. That, Ava Paige was the one behind the horrible attack that cost many people's lives. And one of them was the one of his sister Mary.

He lost all his family. All for a stupid cure that didn't even exist. He lost his eye, for a fucking cure that never existed. He lost his friend because of a damn cure that never existed. And he lost his girlfriend, his mentor. For something that never even existed.

He had a very similar story as one person he met and hated. Teresa.

The only thing he was different about her, was that he knew that W.I.C.K.E.D wasn't good. And that the Right Arm has every right to kill Ava Paige.

And he was going to destroy W.I.C.K.E.D if it was the last thing he do.

"I promised her." He whispered.

"And you'll keep to your word." His old friend said.