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Minho
4 hours earlier
It had been months.
Months of torture and agony, and the constant aches from my heart as I relive the times in the glade. Over and over again; but with different scenarios of Sam's, Newt's and Thomas's deaths.
The worst one was with Sam; But she wasn't the girl that I remember. She was strapped to a chair, her swollen, pregnant stomach sliced open with doctors surrounding her. They tortured the poor teen, hitting and doing unimaginable things to her.
And I was forced to watch.
I knew it wasn't real, but it felt somewhat as if I had lived in the moment.
Teresa had watched me as I was tortured, examining my reactions and the amount of blue liquid that was extracted after each scenario.
WCKD had continued to search for the gladers, not giving up for a second and they ceased to bring in more and more teenagers everyday; groups of around 10-15 girls and boys, all afraid as eachother.
I had tried to escape so many times, but that only increased the amount of torture I was going through. And as Ava Paige had called me, I was expendable.
And they didn't even call me by my real name, only subject A7, The Leader. And it got on my shucking nerves.
I was currently handcuffed to a table, and after a serious chat with Teresa where I sassed the shuck out of her, and she had left the room before I could attack her, again.
My heart thuds rapidly as guards walk past the room I was stuck in, and I continue to pick the lock holding the handcuffs to the metal table.
Tears spring to my eyes as I was finally free, the handcuffs falling to the floor with a loud thud. I rise from my chair, throwing open the door and sprinting down the white-walled corridors.
But I am halted in my tracks as my eyes catch movement in the control rooms, I stare past Janson as the guards press a button on the screen.
Guns raise from the inside of the walls, shooting down groups of innocent people. The camera zooms in on Thomas, Sam, Newt, Jorge and Brenda and the missiles fly around them.
"Mr Janson, subjects A2, A5, A3, and A14 are in firing range." I ignore the subject names for the gladers, continuing to stare at my friends, my life, on a screen.
I gasp, they were alive.
But the camera goes dead, as a missile hits the ground next to them. Janson swears, finally realising my presence as I am forced back into my room, kicking and screaming.
Sam
"Gally." The man calls out, greeting his friend with a nod. "Glad to see you made it back, Jasper told me what happened." The strange man said, as he clips some roses, an IV drip hanging from his arm.
"There was a slaughter." Gally starts, as he leads us further into the room and down some stairs. "There's nothing we can do against those guns."
The man steps into the light, and I hear a sharp intake of breath from Frypan as he does so.
The man, Lawrence, hadn't got a nose. And half of his face was engulfed in black and yellow veins; he was a physically a crank, but mentally, he was stable.
"What brings you here?" Lawrence croaks as he glances around the figeting and nervous gladers.
"They need to get inside of the city's walls." Gally speaks up.
"And if I let you through, what will I get in return?" He wonders aloud, turning to clip his roses once again.
Thomas steps forwards, gaining Lawrences attention once again, "Time."
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Gally had explained everything to us. From his presence in the group outside of the walls, to the maze trials.
And the cure:
"After the maze, I got picked up by a group headed towards the city." He swallows, glancing around at the people around as he leads us through a car parking complex. "They realised that I was immune, patched me up and brought me here."
He pauses, gesturing to the armed men, moving machine guns and crates of dynamite around a fenced off room. "This group has been at war against WCKD ever since they took control over the city." He pauses for a second time, then leading us around a sharp turn, before adding "but WCKD can't hide behind those walls forever. The day's going to come when they're going to pay for what they've done."
He said that some of us were immune, but we couldn't remember who was and who wasn't; and WCKD was extracting the immune from the non-immune during the maze trials and the scorch trials, that we were supposed to endure. But we didn't, because the whole thing was called off last minute, as the flares had gotten significantly worse, and we had escaped. Obviously.
Gally, Newt and Thomas had snuck into the city earlier, coming back with sparkling eyes and a fresh plan formed in their heads.
They had also agreed to take me the next time around, which would be tomorrow. I felt... nervous, scared, but excited.
We were all now around a table. Papers and pencils scattered around with various plans etched onto each one.
I quickly excused myself from the table as my hands begin to shake involuntarily, tucking them into my pockets as I leave the room.
A vial of the slightly effective, blue substance was buried deep in my pocket as I practically scramble into the small toilet block. I shakily inject myself once again, the shaking beginning to cease to back to normal.
I raise my t-shirt, staring down at my stomach. I gulp, as the veins had spread even faster, they were just underneath my breasts and continuing to grow upwards.
My heart lurches as the door slowly opens, Gally poking his head into the room, eyes wide and full of sadness as he resgisters the growing veins.
"Do they know?" He asks, his deep voice bouncing off of the walls.
I shake my head, the tears beginning to fall as the realisations hits: If we got Minho back, I could only see him for hours before I would lose my sanity. For good.
