𝗗𝗔𝗬𝗦 𝗣𝗔𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗗 𝗔𝗡𝗗 Minho underwent in the same torment again and again. It is already tiring and too much to watch him scream that I stopped watching them do it, plus Dominic was there. He stopped talking to me and tried his best to ignore me, like I'm not even living under the same roof with him. I never understood why he's so pissed after he found out about Newt. It's like acquiring feelings from a subject ruined everything we had. I'm not gonna lie, I missed his stupid remarks and lunch time with him. I missed having my friend.
"(Y/n), they need us in the meeting," Teresa said that pulled me out of my thoughts.
She looked perfect with her dark brown hair pulled into a neat bun, highlighting her beautiful face and striking blue eyes. I secretly felt insecured.
"Give me a minute. I-I need to fix myself," I replied and walked into the restroom.
I checked my reflection in the mirror. My hair looked unkempt, dark circles were written below my eyes, few acnes on my (y/s/c) skin, and I just realized that my (y/e/c) eyes looked off.
I washed my face with the ice-cold water from the faucet to awaken my senses. Caffeine is no longer keeping me awake, it's just giving me more anxieties. I combed my hair and tied it into a half ponytail then applied small amount of make up, trying to conceal the traces of exhaustion in my face. If I'm going to face the board members, I'm not going to let myself look like a total klunk-er, shit. I'm already a total embarrassment, I don't want to add another one on my towering pile.
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The board room was illuminated by the sunlight passing through the glass walls, the city unfolding below. Gentlemen and women from what's left of the nations sat professionally on the black, leather one-sitter couches. The room was actually more of a sitting room than a conference one.
My heels echoed loudly across the hall as I head over Teresa. I caught a sight of the Maze's model and felt guilt kicking my gut. It was my design, my idea. But it doesn't matter. A few pain and fatality are part of the experiment. What's important is finding the cure, my brain said.
Dominic arrived minutes after my arrival. He looked intimidating with his perfectly trimmed dark blue suit. I tried to catch his eye but he didn't even turn to my direction, he just walked towards Chancellor Paige. I guess he's still mad at me. She whispered something at him then with a few tap on his electro-pad, a very wide screen rolled down from the ceiling, blocking the view outside.
The session started with reports about the city and its defenses. They tightened up the security and let the barrier closed to avoid infection from the outside. Then they proceed to talk about the economy and how it is slowly declining because of limited resources. Most part of the Earth were already scorched or taken over by Cranks.
"People are beginning to lose faith, Doctor," Mr. Chestnut, a black man with blue glasses, began. "When you sealed off the walls, you assured us that it will only be a temporary precaution. Why have you now denied all entry?"
"Because things are changing, and not for the better. Infection rates were up to 300%," Chancellor Paige paused, "Fortunately, we may be on the verge of a breakthrough."
As if on cue, the monitor behind projected Minho's face and his vital signs, scatter diagram about his Flaralase count, brain activity, and other data.
She gestured at the monitor, "This is Subject A7. He spent over three years in the Maze Trials. The antibodies-Flaralase- produced in response have been the strongest we've ever seen. We're extracting a new serum as we speak. And with your support, we'd like to begin human trials."
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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...
