Our W.I.C.K.E.D Fate (The W.I.C.K.E.D Girl sequel)

1

What's Group A? Emily thought, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed.

She pressed her bare feet against the cold floor, a shiver running down her spine. Her head was dizzy as though she'd been spinning over and over again. The only thing her mind could process was her name, along with the mission that had been assigned to her. 

Emily took careful steps towards the iron door, using all her might to open it. She stepped into a bright and clean hall, just like her own room. Inhaling deeply, she left her cell, stepping into unknown territory. She looked around, her eyes snagging on the shine of a metal plaque that was right beside her door. One quick glance revealed what was engraved on it, three neat rows. 

Subject Z0
Emily Paige
The Brain

Nearly silent footsteps approached. Emily turned swiftly towards the source of the sound. To her right, barely five steps farther, a girl was staring at what presumably was her own plaque. The black-haired girl's gaze shifted, landing on Emily, whom she stared at from head to toe. The latter observed the other teenager, took in her doe-like blue eyes and plump lips. 

"Who are you?" Emily asked.

Her voice wasn't hoarse, rather monotone and perhaps quite cold.

The stranger straightened. "Isabelle. Isabelle Paige." 

Emily's eyes widened at the mention of her last name. "Paige? I'm Emily Paige. Are we related?" 

Isabelle shrugged, eyes darting back to her plaque. "I guess so. It says here that I'm Subject Z1. The Puzzle? What's that supposed to mean?"

Emily shook her head. "I don't know. I'm Subject Z0. The Brain."

"Does that mean you're smart?" Isabelle huffed, a slight hint of jealousy tinging her voice.

A smile tugged on Emily's lips. "I'd love to tell you, but I don't remember anything."

"Me neither. Have you got any idea where we are?" Isabelle asked, nodding thoughtfully.

"No, I. . ." Emily looked around, thus discovering a large logo on the wall. 

W.I.C.K.E.D.

"It says W.I.C.K.E.D here, so maybe an organization of some sort?" she guessed.

Isabelle made a sound of agreement. "Perhaps. Are you planning on staying in those . . . clothes?"

Emily looked down at her pristine hospital robe, its hem swaying across her knees. Without any further ado, she spun on her heel and went back to her room, where she tugged on the nightstand's lowest drawer. Inside, a full-black set awaited her: jeans, a t-shirt, a jacket, undergarments and a pair of boots. 

Emily looked into the mirror after changing into the given clothes, considering that she looked decent enough. As soon as she returned to the hallway, she noticed the other girl waiting for her, dressed in a similar way. 

Isabelle grinned. "Nice clothing taste for a person who doesn't remember anything," she joked. 

Emily bowed her head in thanks. "Same goes for you."

The girls stood still for a moment, planning their next move.

"So, what are we going to do now?" Isabelle asked. 

"We need to get out of this building," Emily replied. "And, for that, we need a map."

Isabelle huffed. "You are smart."

"I guess there's a reason my name's The Brain." Emily smiled, too sweet. 

The two girls started to their right, heading towards the east.

"And if we get out, what do we do? Is there a reason you're doing this?" Isabelle questioned as they walked. 

Emily's face turned blank. "Yes. Finding out what happened."