Prologue
A/N: The prologue is really short, but lucky for you I already uploaded the next three chapters! Find me on ao3 under Tea_Time_Darling.
The roaring of the building crushing into fiery pieces rang in all of their ears as the aircraft hovered away from the last research centre WICKED had. The last bastion of torture and inhumanity, that had cost them all so much. The air door was closed, and a piercing ring stung in Minho's head, making him dizzy and disoriented. It was only then that he realised who had jumped in to their aircraft after Thomas - Teresa! His insides started to boil and squirm with hatred, a heat so unbelievably hot he wouldn't have been surprised if his arms started melting, and without thinking about it he threw himself at her, his hands closing around her neck, pressing in.