Hi again! Two updates in a row, yeah. So, about this little one here: I was sitting in the cinema, enjoyed TST, adored Newt (and the others) and then two ideas came to me hard. And days after they kept bugging me, so again, here I am, trying to write them down in English. A never changed my OC, so Zera is in this story too, but with different background story - which she will tell you in the second part - so if you've read the Different Angles and Second Round, forget them :D

Yeah, still haven't got a beta-reader. Sorry for the mistakes. Cannot spot them right now.

„Zera! Zera come! Zera!"

She heard her shouting and chose to ignore her. It didn't work.

„Zera! Zera I've got some news! Zera!"

„What?!" she turned around and shouted back. She had a long day, ride all day in the fucking-hot-desert, what could be this important? After she unmounted her horse she just wanted a cold drink and maybe, maybe a shower if she is lucky enough to have that much spare water. And after that a proper meal would be nice, but she didn't insist to that much. Nothing could be so important, not now and not in the following one hour. Her team-mate reached her, grabbed her hand and started to pull her while her mouth never shut the fuck up.

"What the hell is wrong with you?! Leave me alone already I arrived just now, I want shadow, I want water, I want clean clothes!", she shouted back. She was a part of the cavalry; a team who ride out in the desert and checked WICKED's activity. Zera was part of a rebel group: the Right Arm as they called themselves. In her opinion this was an amateur group, but this was still better than alone. And this group was the only resistance what WICKED ever met. Good enough if they can cause a headache to WICKED.

Her job was partly dangerous and partly exhausting; riding all day on the open, under the Sun, the rays stung her head, but she had to be aware of her horse and of the dangers too: Cranks can attack at daylight. And there was the WICKED of course. The organization desperately tried to find them and take the Munies with themselves and kill the others. Saying they just want a medicine, but as she saw they want medicine for themselves. In the other hand evolution created the Immunes, a new generation of humans. If WICKED's purpose would be only to save the humanity, they'd stop by now. But they keep going. They are afraid and fucking cowards to die.

"Forget those things, we have guests to see! Guess what; they escaped from WICKED! Who knew they could do that on their own? The boss wants to see you to help them travel to the Paradise."

"The boss can fuck himself, that's my answer." she snarled to herself. "Ouch! Be careful, you will break my arm! Stop tugging me!"

"But they are from WICKED and the boss..." she started again, but stopped as they arrived she released her and ran forward. A small crowd gathered around the new arrivals; they were curious and wanted to hear their story. Zera walked next to their leader, Vince.

"Hey, I heard you are looking for me. So what the fuss about? New kids from WICKED?"

"Yeah, I want you to help them escape from them forever."

"Yeah, yeah, another delivery to the so called "Paradise". Got it. So what is so interesting in them, huh? We save kids from the Devil before."
"But they are different. They are important."
"Just as the others were."

"They are more important. One of them... is Thomas."
"Thomas? That Thomas? Who gave you the informations?"
"Yeah."
"Oh, great. And I thought you could catch Ava Paige. I have to be happy with Thomas instead of her, I suppose. Off to go." she shrugged and started to walk to the crowd. "Shoo-shoo people, nothing to see here! They are humans, yeah I know WICKED and stuff, but we saw things like them before, move away please. We need to..."

And this was the moment, when the others broke their lines and she could see the new kids. First, she didn't see anything special, bunch of teenage boys and a girl. But when she looked again... Her voice died in a sudden gasp. She put her hand on her mouth. Couldn't believe to her eyes. That cannot be. That... cannot... be. He is dead. WICKED killed him. But still he stood in front of her. In real this time. For the first times after WICKED separate them, she often thought she saw him, but he never was there in real. It broke her. For weeks, she cried. With years she started to believe he is dead – he must be by now. Never felt it with her heart, but never-ever dared to hope again. Hope destroys people.

He just stood there and she just stood there. Tears started to grow in her eyes. This was him, really him: his reddish blond hair was the same. He was taller than years before, skinny but muscular and got some scars over the years. His eyes were the very same, she knew them so well. This was him. She stared at him and he stared back, but there was nothing in his eyes just pure confusion. Here she got him back and he didn't even remember her. Well, if hope destroys humans, this... this totally breaks them and kills their very inner core. Their soul. And she already started to feel how her whole world just shattered into tiny pieces.