"How's it going?"
I looked over my shoulder to see Thomas leaning over me. He rested his chin on top of my head and I smiled. We always did this to each other to try to piss each other off. It's just a weird thing we do.
"It's going okay." I sighed and looked at the screen. Minho was running through the maze. I stared at him longingly. Thomas noticed and gave me an awkward side hug. "He's gonna be okay, JJ. You know he's strong."
"I know." I whispered. "I'm just afraid that he'll hate me when he realizes that I work here."
"You can just tell him why you're doing it."
I shook my head. "No. That's not going to work. After everything he's gone through." I hugged my knees to my chest and shifted in my chair, continuing to stare at the screen. "Why?"
"Why what?" Thomas leaned onto the counter, taking a sip of a drink from the white mug in his hand.
"Why are we doing this? Why are we letting them do this to innocent people?" I felt my eye tear up when I glanced at the screen showing Newt. His limp reminded me of having to sit in this same room and do nothing as he tried to commit suicide.
"They'll kill our families if we don't," Thomas replied blankly. I looked up at him and saw his eyes glaze over, filling with tears. We sat in silence, and I jotted down some notes of their brain patterns. Or killzone patterns, if you prefer. There's no way in hell I was going to call it that, though. It just feels inhumane.
I heard the loud feet of guards enter the room suddenly. I straightened up and turned. Some of the scientists were there. I stood up. "What the hell?"
One of the guards grabbed Thomas. "Hey! What do you think your doi-"
He got cut off by one of the men stabbing his arm with a syringe. He immediately became unconscious. The sudden realization stabbed me in the heart.
"No. NO!" I yelled, chasing after them, when they ran out with Thomas. I ran as fast as I could, following them through all the halls, attracting attention. "NO! I can't lose him too! You already took Minho and Newt! Why Thomas? Please!" Tears ran down my face. They charged into the lab to erase his memory, slamming the door in my face and locking it. I choked and sobbed, collapsing onto the floor. "Please," I whispered. "I don't know how many more people I can lose."
"Joan," I heard a female voice say softly. A hand gripped my shoulder. I stood up and wiped away my tears. I turned and glared at the woman that stood before me. Ava Paige. A growl formed in the back of my throat and I yelled,"How many more of my only family will you take away? Huh? First my best friends, and now my step-brother! How many more people do you want to send into hell?"
"It doesn't matter. You won't remember anyway," Ava smirked as she snapped her fingers. A sudden, pinching pain appeared in my arm and everything went started to get blurry. I forced out a few more sentences,"Stop pulling innocent people into your mess. You made this problem, fix it yourself. You'll just kill even more people."
"I'm sorry, but it's the only way. Remember, WICKED is good."
"WICKED is good my ass," I whispered before everything went black.