𝗦𝗜𝗫 𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗦 𝗣𝗔𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗗 𝗔𝗡𝗗 everything changed in my life. I spent almost all my time in the laboratory and prodding injections at the Subjects. Minho never tried to talk to me again after what happened. His glare is enough to tell me that he loathed me. He hated everything and everyone around him. Dominic, Teresa, and I became closer. Given that we're the youngest scientists here, we immediately clicked and we often talk about the trial's progress. Janson became nicer. He let me call him Dad and even acknowledged my presence every time I'm around. It was way better than my previous years in WICKED but deep down, I could never shrug the feeling that I am in the wrong place.
Today is the day that we're moving the Subjects to the headquarters in the Last City. It is a busy day and Dominic and I were tasked to ride the train where the Subjects will be transported.
"You don't need to wear that lab gown, (Y/n)," Dominic said as I checked my reflection in the mirror, "Just wear some pants and shirt. We're just accompanying them just incase they need medical attention."
"I know but it gives me some confidence while dealing with the Subjects," I replied.
"Confidence? You mean the reminder that you are above them? Really, (Y/n)? They fear you now! C'mon, we're leaving in ten minutes."
Dominic was right. Even without the lab gown or whatever that reminds me that I am a WICKED scientist, the Subjects fear-no, hate-me. I never wanted to feared, or worse- to be hated.
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The train boarded at eleven o'clock and started to travel North. Me, Dominic, together with high officials of security team, sat on our compartment which is right behind the head of the train.
I sat on our booth with my back pressed on the soft backrest while Dominic put his feet on the table separating us, playing with his electronic device. I absentmindedly played with the straw of my orange juice while staring at the view as we zoom away. Dunes of sand and distant ruins filled the scenery and my thoughts dwelled in my memories.
Crossing the Scorch on foot with the Gladers felt like it happened from an alternate universe. I couldn't imagine myself crossing that hellhole together with Minho, Thomas, and the others again especially that Teresa and I work for the greater good; Minho and Aris at the back compartment; while I have no idea about the other's whereabouts. I wonder if they're fine, if they're in Safe Haven now. Are they eating enough food, or are they even still alive?
I shrugged my worries away. I hated it every time my thoughts started to wander about them. I hated it when I started to think about him. His blonde hair, thin lips, sharp jawline, his face, his stupid name, are sole reminder of my mistakes. The memories of him tortured me.
"Gone to Mars, (Y/n)?" Dominic asked that broke my reverie.
"Oh no," I shrugged, "Just thinking 'bout stuffs.
He nod though I know that he knows what happened in my head. It doesn't require a psychic to figure it out.
"You remembered them again?" he removed his feet from the table.
I just stared at the window and sighed. I don't want to talk about them so I changed the subject.
"I think it's really unfair."
He raised his brow.
"We are sitting here in this comfortable couch, drinking juice with ice, staying in this air-conditioned compartment while the Subjects are in the rusty, dark, and hot ones. Chained and no food. It's really unequal."
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𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗧𝗢 𝗬𝗢𝗨 | newt x reader (ON HOLD)
Fanfic(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...
