e•merge (v)
- become apparent, important, or prominent
- become known
"Death is around every corner. Being prepared for the inevitable is a part of my daily routine."
"That's a bit dramatic, don't you think?"
This book will follow the movies plot an...
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Mickey
"Remember Mickey, Wicked is Good"
The woman across from me gripped my arm as she said those words. Those damn words that had been rattling around in my head for months.
"You're important to us. You could be the key to all of this. So again, Wicked is Good"
For some reason my heart squeezed at her words. I was filled with an unexplainable sense of dread, knowing that I didn't want to be here. Where ever here is.
"Mick"
Another voice filled my head. This one hauntingly familiar, comforting me instantly. I had almost forgotten about the blonde woman across from me.
"You need to stay strong, Mick. I'll be there with you soon, but until then I'll be watching over you, okay? I love you."
As soon as the voice had finished speaking, I could feel any sense of safety leave my body. I was brought back to the stranger that was most likely bruising my arms.
"We're going to prep you now for the Maze. Know that I have the utmost faith in you, Micky. I'm proud you're mine."
My head started to pulse as new images flashed in front of me. Water tanks with screaming boys. Injections, cold metal tables, faceless doctors. The searing pain of tubes going into my head, fear of what I knew would follow.
Suddenly, everything went black. I was completely numb, no thoughts or emotions, just the endless expanse of my mind.
Whispers began to fill the space, all overlapping so I couldn't make out what any of them were saying. The jumbled mess began to get louder and louder until it was deafening, causing me to sink to the ground with my hands pressed firmly over my ears, hoping to drown it out. Then, as if a switch was flipped, all the voices started to say the same thing in unison. An overwhelming chorus of my name.
"Mickey, Mickey, Mickey, MICKEY, MICKEY"
I could feel hands on me, shaking me.
"MICKEY"
I gasped awake, almost head-butting Minho who was previously bent over me with his hands on my shoulders.
"Jesus, Mick! Come on, get dressed! The doors are gonna open in like 10 minutes!"
I quickly gained my bearings, throwing my blankets off to hurry and get ready. I grabbed my running clothes out of the chest at the foot of my bed before turning around to find Minho standing there, staring at me impatiently.
