I was being rolled down a corridor in a wheelchair, when we arrived at a set of double doors. The guard that was pushing me, opened it for me, then pushed me through.
Stuff happened, people talked. The only thing that I paid attention to was when Teresa said that WICKED was good.
Almost everyone from Group A and B disagreed, but in fact, it was good, it was the people that were bad.
I kept my head down, and stared at my stomach the whole time. I don't even know why I'm here, I already know all of this. It was the end that caught my eye.
We will get the chance to choose if we wanted to get our memories back or not.
I rolled my eyes, and my tears disobeyed me, as the silently cascaded down my face. These people eagerly want their memories, when I would do anything to forget.
As everyone was getting ushered out, I stayed. I tried to get out, but the doors were locked, and I was in no condition to find a way out.
"What do you want from me?" I asked into the silence. "I'm worthless, why do you need me to stay here, to be here, why do you keep saving me, when it would just be easier to die! It would be less painful, so just kill me now!" By the end I was screaming, my hands clutching the armrests of the wheelchair.
"Funny you should ask." A short man came onto the stage, he had white hair, and wore a white suit. He looked unfamiliar, so I guess he's new here.
"You are exactly what we need. Someone who can survive all that they've been through, and still be even remotely sane..." He paused. "That's big."
"What do you want." I growled.
"Ah ah ah, that kind of attitude isn't good for the baby."
My mouth opened, and closed like a fish.
"Yes, I know, now I have a proposal for you," The man started to walk towards me.
"We want you to be the new chancellor."
I glared at him, as he lifted my chin up to make me look at him.
"Someone like you would be great for publicity. For the people. Especially since you want to die so much."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, once the people find out there is no cure, and there is no hope for humanity except for the immune, they will come for you. To let you know how much pain you caused them." He dropped his hand, and started to walk away.
I shakily stood up, and used the auditorium chairs to hold me up, as I limped towards him. When I was close enough to him, I wrapped my hands around his neck.
"Why! Why did you make us go through this if you knew there was no cure! Do you know how much pain you caused me! My friends! My family! You are a vile human being, you don't deserve to walk on this earth, you know what you do! Because this place is a living hell, and I hope you burn out in the real world! I hope the Cranks kill you by tearing you apart limb by limb!"
The man looked utterly scared at he stared up at me. His purple lips gasping for air, and his eyes were popping out of their sockets, staring into my anger filled ones.
Arms wrapped around my waist, and I yelped before I started to scream profanities at the person that was holding me back.
"Let me go! I need to kill him. He put us through too much, to let him live! Let the fuck go of me!" I came to my last resort, and bit one of the arms that was hold me back.
"Lizzy! Calm down!" Newt's voice yelled at me. He was the one holding me back.
The man grinned at me. "You have no idea what I did. What I made your boyfriend do."
My eyes widened, he made Newt kiss Brenda in the Scorch.
I bit harder into Newts flesh, until he loosened his grip on me. I muttered a sorry under my breath, before elbowing him in the face, and pushing him into the wall.
"You broke me!" I screamed, as I attacked the man again, I heavily limped towards him, and punched the older man in the face.
"My mind!" I squeezed my hands around his throat. "My friends!" I pushed my thumbs into his windpipe. "My life." I whispered the last part.
By the time two guards pulled me off of him, he was unmoving. Nothing. Not even breathing. I killed him, and for the moment, I was glad I did.
AN : Oh shit, new book, new plot twists. What the fuck will happen?
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