A New Beginning

by Midori the Matchmaker

The Immunes were living their life happily at Paradise for a whole month now. But not Minho. Because he was still missing his best friend. He never knew what happened to him. Was he dead? Was he already past the Gone? After a whole month living in Paradise, Minho finally had his answer. Just not the one he was expecting.

1. Prologue

It was dark. Dark all around. Not a speck of light in sight. He was floating in that darkness that had a cement hold on him. He couldn't move his limbs, but he had a distinct feeling he shouldn't be moving at all. Maybe he was supposed to be dead…

But if he was dead, then he shouldn't be feeling anything, right?

Then why the shuck was he feeling cool metal strapped to his wrists and ankles? His eyes snapped open, and he immediately regretted it when blinding light seared into his eyes. He let out a silent cry and quickly closed his eyes. It took a while before his eyes stopped hurting and he was ready to open them again. He slowly opened them, getting them used to the light before inching open further.

He could make out the blurred figures crouching over him. He blinked once, twice to clear his vision. Three men in white coats surrounded him and immediately anger flare through him. And he didn't even know why.

"Where the shuck am I?"

There it was again. Shuck. What does it even mean anyway? It just slipped past his lips naturally.

The man in a white coat nearest to him looked up at him and spoke. "Subject A5 is awake. Prepare to sedate him if he does anything unnecessary."

Subject A5? That wasn't his name. His name was…

Shuck. He didn't know his name. Come to think of it, it didn't seem like he remembered his life either. He was in deep klunk.

There it was again. Another strange word that escaped his mouth. It made him frustrated, not bloody knowing anything.

He mentally slapped himself. This wasn't the bloody time to be thinking about strange words. He can't remember anything for goodness' sake. When the man turned his attention towards a machine, it was then that he started hearing the incessant beeping of the machine. Was that his heartbeat? It was certainly picking up.

"Calm down, Subject A5," the man held up a syringe filled with strange liquid and stuck it into his arm. "You will learn everything later. But for now, just remember…"

He felt himself slipping into the darkness once more. But before the darkness could fully claim him, he managed to catch the last bit of that sentence.

"W.I.C.K.E.D. is good."