Hope for Us (NEWT) [COMPLETED]

Ch 6 - Life Before You

Sara sat on the edge of her bed while Rebecca pulled a chair closer to the bed. She sat expectantly to hear what the girl had to say, and by the look on Sara's face, Rebecca realized some truth was going to be demanded.

"Becca, do you like what you do here?" Sara cautiously set her plan into action.

"Y—yes," the woman hesitantly responded, taken aback by the question.

"You stuttered." Sara squinted her eyes at her, scrutinizing the details of the woman's face.

"No, I didn't."

"Yes, you did. And you know how I know you're lying?" she asked.

Rebecca simply blinked back at her. "Because I stuttered?" she asked unsurely.

Sara gave a loud sigh. "Because every time you tell me something about WICKED or the like, you always have a certain look on your face." She pressed the tips of her index finger and thumb together, trying to grasp the right words somehow. "Especially when you say, 'WICKED is good.' It's honestly not even slightly convincing," she commented innocently. Sara gave the woman an expectant look, trying to figure out in which position Rebecca stood regarding her job there.

Rebecca thought carefully for a good couple of seconds. It was hard to handpick the things she decided would be good for Sara to know. Perhaps Sara was old enough to understand a few things. Maybe she was actually too young.

~A little background on Rebecca. Strap yourselves in, people~

She was a young woman who desperately sought a job no matter what kind of job it was or what responsibilities it would entail. The day she showed up at WICKED headquarters followed the day Janson first laid his eyes on her.

She was walking down the street that previous day, right where he was walking in the opposite direction. Enchanted by her beauty, he tactfully approached her, and offered her heaven on earth with a promising position as part of the WICKED Administrative Crew.

With her options running dangerously low, she had no other choice but to accept the job, even though she was reluctant at first. Rumors were heard about WICKED, and everything in the world had come to a point where skepticism was a must. But now, it was her skepticism or her life.

She received the proper training for it, and Janson was impressed by her incredible ability to handle the responsibilities given to her.

When she discovered what the real intentions of the organization were, however, she felt compelled to confront Janson. They had the duty to protect humanity without losing their own humanity as a government entity. She viewed the work done in HQ as a horrific means to do the right thing but for the wrong reasons, and she wanted no part in that.

She despised the idea. Especially taking children—practically as prisoners—for an experiment to develop a cure to the Flare. That alone ignored many ethical standards.

There was no guarantee that investing millions of dollars on a project like that was going to bring forth the desired results in the end. By testing their young minds and their durability for the purpose of the experiment, WICKED seemed to bypass any ethical code of government-approved laboratory work. But the government was now run by the elite of the world, WICKED taking first stance. Who could stand against that?

She approached Janson's office one day until she heard the murmuring of voices coming from the other side of the door. She leaned her ear against the door and what she heard next was what kept her from asking what she had come to ask. That action quite possibly had saved her life.