⋇⊶⊰⊱⊷⋇ Vivisection ⋇⊶⊰⊱⊷⋇
She was the first, and the maze never forgot her
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Rosalind was the first. The Prototype.
Thirteen years old when WCKD marched her down the sterile halls and threw her into an experiment no subject had ever returned from.
Alone, she built her sanity on observation and obsession, not with hope, but with biology. The way skin splits, the way blood congeals, the way life clings to itself in fragile patterns. She catalogued, she survived, and when the boys began to arrive, she had already carved a place for herself in the Maze's anatomy.
To the Gladers, she is unsettling. The Witch. The Scalpel.
Respected, but never loved. Needed, but never fully trusted.
But Rosalind knows better than anyone: the Maze is a body, and bodies can be dissected. To escape, she will have to cut deeper than anyone else is willing to, into the Maze, into WCKD's secrets, and into herself.
And every cut leaves a scar.
{Gally x OC}
"Remember the times when Lily was the Princess Leia to my Han Solo?"
"Okay, first, in no universe are you Han,"
[My babysitters a vampire //Benny Weir]
Cover by @GirlPotterheadXx