𝗜 𝗪𝗢𝗞𝗘 𝗨𝗣 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 the sound of mechanical humming and with the feeling of ultimate coldness. I found myself laying on a metal table with nothing but a white cloth covering my body. Wires were attached on my temples, sending data to the machine beside me.
"Good morning, (Y/n)," a doctor was standing on my left, scribbling notes on his clipboard, "How are you feeling?"
"What am I doing here? Are you going to test me? Where's Minho? Newt, Thomas, are they—are they still there?" questions escaped my mouth before I could even stop myself.
He just stared at me then returned to write something on his clipboard. I heard him muttering, "...too many questions... doesn't have any idea..."
"Why am I here?" I asked but he continued to write as if he couldn't hear me. I asked him again but he just switched the page of his clipboard.
"STOP IGNORING ME!" I pounded my palms on the metal table.
He slowly lifted his eyes, observing me, then get back to jot again on his notes. "Appeared to be fine but under in great amount of stress and has anger management issues..." he mumbled under his breath.
He walked towards the other end of the room and I just noticed the woman with blonde hair in a tight bun sitting on a chair. They talked in low voices that I couldn't get anything from their conversation.
"I don't know if she's still capable of working with us. She appeared to be impulsive and we requires someone who thinks first before doing anything. I suggest we should perform the Swipe at her, Madam Chancellor," the doctor said, no longer whispering.
Swipe? The memory erasing program? Are they going to remove all my memories just like what they did with the subjects?
"That is not necessary, Davis. (Y/n) deserves to keep them again after what she said," Ava Paige turned to me, "do you remember what you said before Thomas did his stunt?"
Of course I do but I couldn't say it again. It's like promising something stupid.
"Say it, (Y/n). Say it," she said.
"Why am I being observed? Am I one of the subjects now?" I asked, ignoring her request.
She sighed then walked closer to me, "We just observed your brain patterns to compare them with the subjects. We just wanted to see the difference between a normal Immune's brain activity compared to the tested ones who underwent in the same circumstances. Also, you and your mother did a lot for this research that you'll never be a subject. After all, a scientist is someone doing the testing, not someone to be tested."
She stroked my (h/c) hair slowly then looked straight into my eyes, "Now (Y/n), what did you say last two days ago? What did your mother ask you to do?"
In my head, I saw my mom writhing in pain as the Crank woman bit her leg. Then it changed into the deranged people on the streets, banging the car as we passed them. Winston's chest covered with green, bulging veins. Brenda wheezing on the ground. Somebody's lunatic screech. It just occurred to me that I saw and knew enough. A lot of people lost themselves and died with the Flare. I can't let another kid like me losing a parent, or let anyone die because of this stupid virus. This should be put into an end.
"We need to find the cure."
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I changed into my usual WICKED outfit: a black French toast skirt and button-up light blue long sleeves. I put my lab gown on and walked towards the assembly hall. Chancellor Ava Paige called a meeting in between the people who are working for the Cure research. I entered the room and sat beside Margaret, making everyone to be shocked.
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𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗧𝗢 𝗬𝗢𝗨 | newt x reader (ON HOLD)
Fanfiction(Y/n) was a scientist in WICKED. She was working there with her father, Janson. But her life changed when the Maze trials ended. She finally met her friends again, Thomas and Teresa and the Gladers. She knew that they didn't remember her anymore an...
