Hi all. Wow, it's been ages since I've done one of these. I'm not too sure how long this will be or last, so please review and let me know if you like it and want me to continue. This will be a bit of OC/Minho and OC/Gally OC/Thomas so well see how this all works out. I would love to get reader feed back as to who Ada should be with come the end, since I love all those boys. Thanks dears. -Ashlee
I halfheartedly watched as the Gladers went about their daily duties. Minho ran the maze, Gally built, Fry Pan cooked and Alby ordered others around. It was the same thing every day unless I felt the need to artificially change their moods. The control panel in front of me blinked and blipped, an array of buttons and a thruster sat waiting for me to use them. I pulled my notebook from my bag taking my eyes off the screen to continue writing "A History of the New World". I hated my job, I hated every second of it. The only reasons I had it was my father's high up position in WICKED, his vow to keep me safe, and it was a perfect cover.
"They'll punish you again if they catch you slacking off."
I turned to Thomas who had stopped his own job to look at me. "And?" I shrugged.
"We hate seeing you punished." Now Teresa was coming to Tomas's aid trying to protect me. I had been scolded a few times for not administering enough emotions to the Glade. Usually I was denied dinner and twice I was given the ungodly task of cleaning up the griever room.
"Fine." I sighed, "I'll get back to work." I closed my notebook stuffing it into my coral backpack and turned to my control panel. Who shall I pick on today? Whenever I felt the boys were getting antsy, boring, or too close to figuring something out I would pump artificial emotions into a given section of the Glade or maze. I had buttons that sent a whole rainbow of emotions wherever I wanted. Fear, anger, joy, sadness, nervousness, pride, disgust, and even lust, though I had never administered the latter.
I drummed my fingers on my desk before selecting Gally, well known hot head of the Glade. Most of that reputation was because of me, although from his file I learned that Gally had been the resident trouble maker of his pre-tests. Gally was sanding something with David, the two were silent locked in their work. I pressed the anger button and administered three doses, enough for a fistfight when Gally was concerned. After a few moments Gally looked over at David and pointed to the piece of wood he was standing. The two began arguing then a fistfight broke out. As the boys rolled around the floor struggling for dominance I glanced down at my right wrist.
Faind R was lightly tattooed in tiny letters. "Sorry dad." I whispered, regretting hurting the Gladers.
The door to the control room slammed open and three guards poured into the room. One ran over to me grabbing me by the neck, the other two held their guns at Thomas and Teresa.
"What the hell! Let me go." I struggled against the torso of the man that was holding me, causing his grip to tighten.
Thomas was standing near his computer, hands held high. "What's going on?"
"She's committed treason." The guard slammed me against the wall next to the door and placed handcuffs on me, something I hadn't seen in a very long time.
"Treason? What are you talking about? I was doing my job." My voice was muffled, face smashed against the cold metal of the wall.
"Shut up let's go." The guard shoved me forward and out the door holding his gun to my back. I turned mouthing I'll be okay to my teammates, before heading into the grey hallway. "Enter room 317."
"317's an execution room. I'm an Immune, you can't kill me."
The guards ignored me, and we walked in silence. Slowly I began swaying my hips as we walked beofre turning to the guards so I was walking backwards.
"Come one boys, what's a girl gotta do for you to free me?" I leaned forward pushing the gun into my chest, looking down at it suggestively before raising my eyebrows at the guard. He dug the barrel of the gun into my collar bone in response. "Wanna see if that left a mark?" I purred.
"Shut up!"The gaurd grumbled. I let out a long sigh before he grabbed me by the hair and dragged to room 317. Once there he shoved me onto a cold metal exam table and tied me down. The guard leaned into my face his hand on my throat choking me. "Don't for a second think we weren't briefed on your skills in manipulation Ada. And by the way...you're not sexy." He let his hand fall and I greatfully sucked in air. A woman in a lab coat walked in, sealing the door behind her and walking over to a furnace that sat flaming in the corner. She rotated large poles in it and spoke without looking at me.
"Ada, where is the Right Arm?"
"The what?"
"Don't play dumb girl, the right arm! Where are they located."
"How should I know, I don't even know what you're talking about."
"Oh sweetie, we know you do, your father was found conspiring with them, you must be too."
"My father tells me nothing."
The woman sighed nodding toward the guard nearest to me. He stepped forward unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them down below my hips.
"What the hell! Get away." I thrashed against the table trying my best to get away from his cold hands. He lifted my shirt and nodded back to the woman. A sick screeching noise echoed across the room as she pulled a pole from the furnace. It was a brand, glowing red and hot. She strolled over to me.
"What's the red arm, what did you tell them?"
"I don't know! Nothing!"
"Tisk Tisk, Lies call for punishment, dear Ada." She pushed the glowing brand into my hip and smiled wickedly at me. I screamed. A howling yell, pulling away from her as much as I could. She removed the brand and let it fall to the floor. "What is the right arm?"
"I don't know!"
The woman walked back to the furnace pulling another brand out, and pressing that right next to the previous. I screamed again, hot tears falling down my cheeks. The door to the room opened and my father was brought in at gunpoint, handcuffed, gagged, with blood staining his shirt, and face."
"Now, Ada. Tell us. The right arm."
I looked to my father, as he shook his head no.
"I won't speak." The woman took the last four brands with the help of the guard and drove them into my waist. My dad was crying fighting against the guards holding him.
"Where's the right arm?"
"I don't know!" I yelled spitting in the woman's face. She nodded at my dad's captors and they raised a gun to his head, pulling the action back. My eyes went wide, "No, please don't!" I was begging. My father looked at me and lunged forward and with his chained hands he grabbed my arm where my tattoo was. A shot rang out and blood spattered across my face. I let out a howl of pain as my father fell to the floor in front of me.
"Fuck you." I growled, glaring at the woman before darkness washed over me.
For the first time in what felt like years, air filled my lungs. I wheezed, nearly making myself gag before finally catching my breath. Screeching gears and the squealing of a pig assaulted my ears before I finally opened my eyes to find a cold meatal box that separated me from the deep elevator shaft below me. A scream left my lips, one that I didn't even know I could produce as I scrambled backwards looking for solid ground. My throat was sore, my mouth tasted of acid and it felt like I had ran a marathon that I don't remember running. In fact, I didn't remember anything, aside from my name. Ada. I knew that for certain. As I searched for memories my head felt like it was stuck in a cloud or submerged underwater. A sudden pain in my hips spread like fire and my hands moved quickly pushing my shorts down to find the source.
There branded into my waist in blistering, bleeding letters was the word WICKED.