WICKED: Memorandum, date 232.1.27, time 22:45
TO: My associates
FROM: Ava Paige, Chancellor
RE: THOUGHTS OF THE MAZE TRIALS, Group A & Subject C9 Experiment DC
By any reckoning, I think we'd all agree that the trials were a success. Twenty survivors, all well qualified for our planned endeavour. The responses to the variables were satisfactory and encouraging. The boys murder and the "rescue" proved to be a valuable finale. We needed to shock their systems, see their responses. Honestly, I'm amazed that in the end, despite everything, we were able to collect such a large population of Kids that never gave up.
On the matter of C9, Marilyn (Malaya) has shown some extremely promising responses, her body has rejected every sickness we've put at her, the panic attack was supposed to damage her mind but her body prevented it, grazes and cuts recovered extremely fast. Her body is ready. The test to see if the disease in her would contract is yet to be specified, subject A7 (Newton) seems to be our most promising variable in this case. Her role in phase two is now confirmed, her body is to be exposed to the scorch, in the process opening group A to contracting her disease and giving us the data we need to successfully extract her data.
The mission of WICKED is to serve and preserve humanity, no matter the cost, we are, indeed "good". Please respond with your own reactions. The subjects will be allowed one full night's sleep before stage 2's implementation. At this time, let's allow ourselves to feel hopeful. Group B's trial results were also most extraordinary. I need time to process the data, but we can touch on it in the morning
Until tomorrow then.
...
Dreams seemed like such a lie to me now, arriving here, eating all that nice food and being treated like real people, that was a dream. Something that imitated the likes of reality, only to rip itself out of your grasp and leave you in the hold of despair.
They were designed as false hope, no one chases something impossible unless they dream that they can. I'm not just talking about the dreams we have at night, i'm talking about the concept of daydreaming. Dreaming of something impossible while you're eyes are open to the world around you.
It was hope, hope was a dream. We hope that things will get better, just because we have hope doesn't mean things will change, it just means we are foolish enough to believe it will.
The sound of commotion filled my tired ears, the quiet sound coming in like i was under water. I slowly opened my eyes and yawned, turning my head, ready to tell Teresa to shut up before we got in trouble. But i found Teresa was the one making noise, but for a reason far more terrifying than what i had originally thought to be the reason.
Teresa was thrashing, muffled cries and yelps as a man dressed in black held a piece of fabric over her mouth and nose. She tried to kick him off, but the man was too strong. My whole body went numb, my heart thumped and my mind reeled.
I looked down trying to see why the hell Bark didnt warn us, but Bark too was unconcious, i went to scream but something slammed against my face, so hard that it knocked the wind out of me. I screamed, but the sound was muffled by the pressure that was being applied to my face.
I was forced back down on my back as my arm was pinned down to the bed by another person. Everything had happened so fast, i was dazed beyond belief. Stars filled my vision as i saw a man wearing a lab coat leaning in to put a needle in my arm.
memories filled my head as the needle pierced my skin, fear and pain convulsing my body as i swung my head back to look up. Thats where i saw it. Or more so... Thats where I saw him.
Blue eyes, beautiful blue eyes that looked like the windows into the sould of an angel. They looked like they had been cut from jewels. His pink lips and mud brown hair made me tremble. His beautiful face made me wonder if I had died already.
I came to terms rather quickly as the smell of chemicals filled my nose, i struggled to stay concious. I was being drugged. I tried to fight him off but my moment of dazed thought gave him the upper hand.
As i began to pass out he leaned down and looked me deep in the eyes.
It was Caleb.
"I'm so sorry Maylin"
...
To be Continued
(A squeal has been posted to this book under the name 'Scorched Memories and Rickety Hearts')
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