29 parts Complete When Beatrix came to WICKED long ago, they dismissed her as another subject they could use to push them towards a Cure. What they never realized, was that she would be willing to risk everything for the people she never realized she knew.
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Beatrix shuffled in the box, a yelp leaving her lips as the metal container jumped on the track. Her head slammed against the metal wall as The Box shuddered, the girl blinking several times as she attempted to clear away the spots in her vision.
Her cap was long gone, somewhere inside the dark box, leaving her short white hair in plain view. Her clothes were baggy, as they were not meant for her, her chest bound in a tight, white cloth.
The Box shuddered again, seeming only to pick up speed as it pulled her upwards. Her heart hammered in her chest as she slid herself into the back corner, moving a couple of the boxes that had been sent up with her in front of herself. Blue and red lights flickered around her, the loud mechanical noise roaring in her ears. Looking up, she screamed as she saw a dark shadow come over The Box; ducking her head, then bracing herself for impact.
Surprisingly, The Box slowed to a stop, jostling her once more, before remaining still.
Slowly sitting up, Beatrix heard slight chatter from above her, making her shrink back into the shadows. The Box creaked as the doors were thrown open, several faces peering into The Box.
"The shuckin' Box came up without a Greenie!" A voice shouted, making Beatrix shift lower to remain out of sight. The sudden movement must've caught a more observant eye, because the next thing she heard was a different voice silencing him,"Slim it, Alby. What's that in the corner?"
The Box shuddered as the owner of the voice jumped down inside the metal container, slowly approaching the corner. Crouching to her level, their eyes met, a low whistle leaving his lips,"We got ourselves a Greenie!"
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