A/N: Happy December everyone! Quite an eventful chapter! Hope you all enjoy! x
Chapter 2
I'm sitting in an interrogation room. Quiet chat, my arse. I slouch back in my chair and cross my arms. A couple of minutes go by before Janson comes in.
'Thank you for talking to me Kira.' He says with a smile. I don't like it. Something creeps me out about this guy. 'I just wanted to ask you a few questions and then I'm sure you have some for me.'
'And this is being done in an interrogation room, why?' I say snarkily.
Janson smiles again. 'It's just a room. Bit quieter.'
'Mhmm.' I nod my head, completely unconvinced. 'Okay, ask away.'
He smiles again. Ew. 'What do you remember about WICKED?' I raise my eyebrows.
'Why?'
'We just want to make sure you're on the right side.' He stares at me.
'Well I'm not on WICKED's side. They took me from my home, "trained" me, and then dropped me in a maze for 4 years. The entire time they watched whilst people died, whilst my friends died, children. Younger than me. 13, 14. Then they set the Grievers on us to see if they could force us out and…' I take a deep breath and close my eyes. Come on Kira! Sell it. I think he's buying it. 'Before they set the Grievers on us, there were, 50, maybe a couple less of us. 8 of us made it out. Think about that, then ask me which side I'm on.' I added an almost haunted tone to my voice, trying to make him think that I was weak.
Janson looked at me with a pitiful stare. 'Good.'
'Is that all you wanted to know?' I ask gently, looking up at him.
He nods. 'Now, ask away.' He smiles, repeating my earlier statement. This is it Kira. Hit it home.
'Will you have to go back?' I watch his reaction to my words. 'To the WICKED facility you rescued us from.' I almost throw up, using the term rescued.
'Why would we need to go back?' He asks.
'To get whatever you went for originally. You obviously didn't come for us. You didn't know we would be there. So you must have gone for another reason, and had to abandon it when you found us.' I give a look of earnest, trying to make him believe that I'm being genuine.
'Yes,' He nods suddenly, 'We will have to make another run. Why do you ask?' He looks at me curiously, almost suspiciously.
Time to quash that suspicion. 'Two of our friends; they made it out but… Gally had been stung by a Griever. He wasn't in his right mind. He thought WICKED would never let us leave, and then took a shot at us. He almost got me,' I point to my arm. 'But he got Chuck in the chest. He died right there on the floor. Minho killed Gally to stop him from hurting more of us, but he was a good guy before the sting. So now both of them are dead on the floor of a WICKED control room, and that's not right! They deserve more than that.' I ramble all of this off in one breath. 'If you go back, will you try to bring them home? We can take them to the safe haven. Bury them properly. With dignity.' Janson is smiling at me now.
'We'll try our best.' Knew it. "Try our best" is code for no. They're not going back there, because we we're what they were going for. They knew we would be there. So unless they hacked into WICKED…
'Thank you.' I say quietly.
He smiles. 'Once we have talked to your friends you can all go and join the others.
What? 'Others?'
The tall guard who took me to Janson escorts me along another hall, turning a corner I begin to hear a murmur of voices. I look back at the guard and pick up my pace. I walk into a canteen full of kids. My age, some younger, but all in the same state as me. I look around staring at the tables, seeing if any of the others are in yet. A guy with short dark hair walks up to me.
'You new?' He asks.
'What's going on here?' I ask still staring at the groups.
'Come sit with us. We'll fill you in.' I nod and let him lead me to his table. 'You got others.'
I nod. 'Yeah, there is 8 of us. They're still talking to Janson I think.' He nods. 'Did you come from a maze?' He nods.
'Yeah, we all did. Different mazes of course but…'
'And you all made it out?' I ask needing to know more.
'We were pulled out, by these guys with guns. You made it out on your own?' I nod. 'How?'
'We killed a Griever. It had a device, a key of sorts. It opened up a door in section 7.' The boy and his friend looked at me in awe.
'I ain't never heard of anybody getting out on their own before.' His friend says quietly.
'Really? Everyone got pulled out?' They both nod. 'How long were you in for? In the maze?'
'2 and a half years, me.' The short haired boy said. 'He was in for less,' Nodding to his friend. 'You?'
'4. I was the first in ours.'
'Cool.' I smirk at the pair. 'That one of yours?' He nods towards the entrance. A girl is standing there. I shake my head.
'They're mainly guys. There is one other girl but that's not her.'
'Your maze was mixed?' I shake my head.
'Not really,' I say. 'It was just me and the guys for 4 years and then Teresa came. She was the last in.'
'Lucky them.' They boy says, smiling at me. Is he flirting? I look away from the boy, to the entrance hoping to see any of the others. Nothing yet.
'So, how long have you been here?' I ask, turning back around.
'Couple of days.' The boy's friend replies. 'That kid over there has been here the longest. Almost a week.' He nods to a scrawny guy sat on his own over by the wall.
'Did no-one else in his maze get out?' I stare at the boy. He has a kind face, but it seems worn just like the rest of us.
He nods. 'They did, but they have been taken to the safe haven. His name hasn't been called yet.' Is that how it's done? We wait here until our names are called? 'What about them?' Turning, I'm thrilled to see Newt, Jak and Minho walking in with an awed look on their face. I grin.
'Yeah, that's some of them. I'll be right back.' Getting up from the table I walk over to the boys. 'Hey.' I laugh as they see me. Jak moves first and gives me a hug. I giggle as his tall frame envelops mine. 'When did you get so tall? I swear you weren't this tall half an hour ago.' He laughs and let's go. Minho is next.
'We were panicking when you didn't come back.' He says quietly. I stand back and smile.
'I'm good.' Looking over at Newt, I feel red rush to my cheeks. He steps forward to give me a hug. It's different than the others. This feels almost, intimate. 'You okay? I ask gently. He nods and takes my hand. The other hand he moves to my hair.
'It's softer than before.' He notes quietly. I grin wildly.
'They gave us conditioner.' Newt laughs at my behaviour. 'We weren't the only maze. Come on. I've met some people who can clear things up.' Hand in hand with Newt I lead them back to the table. The guys nod to the boys as we appear.
'Hey, you guys came from her maze, right?' Minho nods, sitting down.
'Kira said you could clear things up for us.' Jak pitches in. As they say what they had already told me, I look over to the boy sat on his own. Getting up from the table, I squeeze Newt's hand and say, 'I'll be right back.' He squeezes back and let's go. Walking over to the boy, I weave in and out of the other tables. People laugh and joke with each other. Am I being paranoid! Can no-one else see how this is all suspicious? Finally reaching the boy, I sit down opposite.
'Hi,' I say simply. The boy raises his head, looking at me curiously. 'I'm Kira.' I hold out my hand for him to shake. He takes it. 'Aris,' he says quietly. I smile.
'The guys over there say you have been here the longest. Almost a week?' I ask needing to know what he knows.
Aris nods quickly looking interested in what I have to say. 'You seen anything weird?'
'Like what,' He says quickly, his eyes quickly darting to the guards. He has seen something.
'Like, something that proves these guys are not who they say they are?' I lower my voice, so the people on the other tables can't hear us.
He nods. 'I can't describe it though, I need to show you.'
'How you gonna do that?' I ask curious.
'I'll come get you tonight, from your room.'
'How'd you know where we'll be?' I ask, not even wanting to know how he intends to get us out. This place is locked up by key cards.
He smiles a shy smile. 'I have this whole place mapped out. And you're the newest arrivals.' I grin at him.
'Okay, I'll see you then.' I smirk and then get up. 'See ya, Aris.'
'Bye.' Walking back to the boys table, I smile to myself. I might actually find out what is going on here. Noticing Thomas and the others are now all present at the table, I hurry back to find out what Janson asked.
'That kid over there has been here the longest. Almost a week.' I can hear their conversation as I walk back over.
'His maze was nothing but girls.' The boy who welcomed me in says with a smirk. I chuckle. Boys. Girl crazy.
'Really?' Minho comments raising an eyebrow.
'Some guys have all the luck.' His friend says with a grin.
'Yes I suppose they do,' I chuckle sitting back down next to Newt. They Gladers chuckle whilst the other guys look embarrassed. I laugh at their expressions. 'Don't worry, they don't see me as a girl.'
'That's interesting.' The boy says, 'I don't see anything else.' I laugh at the cheesy line rolling my eyes, and take Newt's hand under the table.
'Wow, be still my beating heart,' I say dryly. The boys all laugh at this.
Oh here he comes, ruining out fun. Janson walks in with his classic air of arrogance and a clipboard.
'Good evening, gentlemen. Ladies. You all know how this works. If you hear your name called... please rise in an orderly fashion, join my colleagues behind me... where they will escort you to the eastern wing. Your new lives are about to begin.' I lean over the table.
'Is this how they do it?' I say to the boys. The pair nod not really paying attention to me.
'Connor.' A boy behind us cheers and high-fives the guy opposite.
'Evelyn.' A young girl from the front of the room, stands up, whispers a quick goodbye to her friends and moves to the front.
'Justin.'
'Peter.'
'Allison.'
'Squiggy.' Everyone laughs at this name. The guy that gets up matches the expectation well. A cheeky grin is plastered along his face.
'All right. Settle down.' I smirk at Janson's underlying frustration.
'Franklin.'
'And Abigail.'
'Now, now, don't get discouraged. If I could take more, I would. There's always tomorrow. Your time will come. Go on, eat up.' Janson waltzes out the room almost like a fucking ballerina, still poking his nose in the air.
'Is that it? 8 a day.' Looking round at the room full of people, I wonder how long we're gonna be here.
'Where are they going?' Minho asks.
'Far from here. Lucky bastards.' One of the guys says, spinning back round a deflated look on his face.
'Some kind of farm. A safe place. They can only take in a couple of people at a time.' The other says.
I sigh at this news before I see something strange. Teresa. She is walking behind the window with a doctor. I elbow Thomas, nodding to her.
'What the hell? Hey, Teresa? Teresa!' Thomas gets up from the table, calling her.
'Shit. I got him.' I get up and follow Thomas, who is now talking to a guard.
'Where are they taking her?' Thomas demands. I walk up to his side putting my hand on his arm.
'They just have to run a few more tests. Don't worry, they'll be done with her soon.' Looking at the guard, I notice the key card hanging from his waist. If we need that, I could get it. I'd just need a distraction.
'Is she okay?' Thomas asks, more calm this time.
'She's fine.' He doesn't know who we're on about. These are stock answers. How many others has he said this to? Pulling Thomas back to his seat I say, 'Sorry, sir,' to the guard.
'It's alright miss.' He replies as we leave. Thomas looks at me confused as we get back to the table.
'Why did you apologise?'
'Because he's just doing his job,' I reply, not wanting to tell him the real reason with so many ears around. I give him a look that says, wait. He nods and we fall quiet.
We are walked in silence to our room. The guards had tried to convince me to have a separate room, but there is no way that is happening. I have lived with these boys for years, I'm not stopping now. Opening the door the guard steps put of the way to let us in. Several bunk beds are spread out around the room and there are several sinks and some toilets in the corner. Ah. Didn't think about that bit. Oh well.
'I got top bunk.' Frypan said walking towards the bed closest the door. Minho using his superior athletic skill climbs up before Frypan can get there.
'Too slow.' He says cheekily as Frypan grumbles and settles on the bottom bunk. Winston choosing the bottom bunk flops down putting his arms behind his head.
'I could get used to this.' He says with a grin. Jak takes the top of that bunk and I take one opposite.
'Yeah. It's not bad.' Newt says moving to take top of the one up from Winston.
'Hey, what do you think those guys want with Teresa?' Thomas asks us quietly.
'Now, if there's one thing I know about that girl, she can take care of herself.' Newt says carefully.
'Don't worry about it.' I say patting him on the shoulder. After that, people seem to fall asleep quite quickly; the impact of the day finally hitting. Slipping my gun under my pillow, I lie down on my bed, waiting for Aris.
'Hey.' I hear a whisper. I sit up looking around to see if any of the boys are awake. Thomas, who is also awake, sits up looking at me.
'Down here.' Looking underneath Thomas' bed I see a small vent grate, with Aris' face peeking in from the other side.
'When you said you needed to show me, you could have mentioned the vents.' I say with a sigh. Thomas hangs over the side of his bed to see who I'm talking to.
'Oh, my God.' He whispers at the sight of the boy in the vent. Aris looks at me.
'Is he coming too?' I look at Thomas.
'Might be easier to convince the others if I'm not the only one who has seen it.' Aris nods and starts to work his way backward.
'Come on. Follow me.' I immediately start to shuffle into the vent.
'What?' Thomas whispers after me.
'Hurry, this way.' Aris calls from further ahead.
'Come on.' I motion into the vent. Moving fast, I get the feeling that whatever Aris is taking us to see, it's planned for a specific time. Concentrating on the moving forward rather than the confining space, I catch up with Aris.
'Hey, wait a second.' Thomas whispers from behind me. 'What the hell are we doing?'
'Aris is gonna show us something that proves these people are not who they say they are.' I whispers back hurriedly.
'Come on, we're gonna miss it.' Aris says form ahead.
'What the hell am I doing?' I hear Thomas whisper to himself behind me. Coming out into a larger vent I feel my chest release, letting me breathe again.
'Aris, we're not doing vents again, okay.' He smirks, at my frazzled state.
'What are we doing?' Thomas has finally caught up with us and moves over to the vent opening we are surrounding. Beneath us is one of the buildings corridors.
'Watch.' He says pointing down.
Footsteps. They're getting louder and louder. Underneath us is the doctor we saw with Teresa earlier. She walks along the hall a bit, then stops, look around and beckons something forward. Behind her come, what look like, glass cases with some sort of screen on the front. Craning my neck to get a better look, I notice that it is human life signatures on the screen. Flicking my eyes up to Aris, I notice him looking at Thomas and then locking eyes with me. Refocusing my eyes on the doctor, she opens a door on the side with a key card and walks in. Behind her the cases are wheeled in too.
'What the hell was that?' Thomas whispers, looking at me.
'They bring in new ones every night like clockwork.' Aris says keeping his eyes locked on the door.
'You know what they do with them?' I ask gently.
'I don't know. This is as far as I've ever gotten. The vents don't even go into that section. But once they go through that door, they don't come back out. I don't think anybody ever really leaves this place. Come on. We've gotta go before somebody notices we're gone.' Aris says before moving away.
'Aris,' I say quickly. 'Thank you for trusting us.' He smiles a tight smile and climbs back into the tight vent. Ah shit.
Once we get back to the room, Thomas instantly goes to wake everyone up. I grab his arm.
'What are you doing?' I whisper-shout.
'They need to know!' He says back, not exactly being quiet.
'Not right now they don't. Right now they need sleep. We all do!' Pushing him back towards his bed, I turn round and get into my own. 'And I swear to god, if you wake me up hugely early, I will hurt you.' Thomas quietly chuckles from his own bed as I lay my head down to try and get some sleep.
After not enough hours sleep, we're all wake and talking about what Thomas and I saw last night.
'But they were covered up?' Newt says, still not convinced at what we're saying.
'They had life signatures on the screens. Heart-rate, oxygen levels. The only way it could be more obvious is if they were wheeling people around completely uncovered.' I say trying to get them all to see sense. 'I know you're all hopeful that this safe haven is the real deal, and it might be, but these people are not the ones that are gonna get us there.' I know it's harsh but I need them to be convinced. Newt sighs and stands up from his place on his bed. I look up at him as he puts his hands on my shoulders. 'You have to believe me,' I say to him.
'You know I do, it's just hard to admit this might not be what we wanted.' He whispers, placing his chin on my head. Before I can say anything else on the matter, a guard comes and gets us for breakfast.
The day carries on quite normally, they take us for tests, we ask about Teresa, same old, same old. When we get to dinner is when things start to get interesting. I shove as much food down my throat, figuring if we find something bad, this may be the last proper meal we get for a while. Janson comes in again, prima ballerina and his flipping clipboard.
'Alice.'
'Barry.'
'Walt.'
'Edgar.'
'Samantha.' I stare at the key card at the guard's waist. I can get it, I just need a distraction.
'I wanna know what's through that door.' Tommy says from next to me. I need a distraction. Tommy's pissed. I can see what's gonna happen already.
'Aaron.'
'Look, we've been over this. You said they were covered up, so you don't know what you saw.' Newt tries to calm Thomas down, not realising that this is what we need.
'Dennis.'
'It could've been anything under there.' Newt continues. Thomas isn't deflating. Him blowing up in some guards face is exactly what I need to get the card.
'I know exactly what I saw. They were bodies.' Thomas grunts, his fury getting the best of him.
'Sally.'
'Aris said they bring in a new batch every night.' He adds.
'Who the hell is Aris?' Minho says from across the table. Thomas and I nod to Aris' form at the end table, where he seems to be studying a piece of cake. When a bit drops down onto his lap, I giggle.
'Henry.'
'Tim.'
'Well, I'm sold.' Minho states sarcastically.
'And last but not least, David. Thank you for your attention. Enjoy the rest of your evening.' Janson finishes his speech and leaves. Good. Creep.
'Okay, until we know anything for certain, we should just keep our heads down... and try not to draw any attention to ourselves, all right?' Newt says, obviously trying to calm Thomas down. This is all Thomas needs to snap. Banging his hands on the table, he gets up and walks over to the door.
'What is he doing?' Newt says, knowing exactly what he is doing.
'I think he's drawing attention to himself.' I say with a grin, silently getting up and following. Thomas tries to blend in with the group leaving, before being stopped by the two guards.
'Hang on. You weren't called.' He says firmly.
'I know, I'm just gonna be a second.' Thomas says trying to push past. Walking up slowly, I wait for the opportune moment.
'This is a restricted area, kid.' Getting in his face, was the worst (or best) thing you could have done buddy.
'I just wanna see my friend. Can you let me through?' Tommy squares up to the guy.
'Get your ass back in that chair.' The guard pokes his finger into Thomas' chest. Thomas turns around, pretending to walk away. This is it. Spinning round Thomas runs full steam at the guards hoping to skim past. The guards were ready for him. Pushing Thomas away the guard shouts 'Back off!'
'What's your problem, man?' Thomas loses his shit and pushes the guard back forcefully.
'What the hell, huh?' Running forward, I make it look like I'm grabbing for Thomas but snatch the card instead. Then I move out the way, to pocket the card, whilst the boys pull Thomas off the guard.
'Back off!' The guard repeats. Moving between Thomas and the guard, I say, 'Why won't you let us see her?'
'Control your friend!' The other guard shouts.
'How about you control yours,' I snap back, sick of these guards teaching us like children.
'What's happening here?' Oh lookey here. Mr Janson to the rescue. 'Thomas? Kira? I thought we could trust each other. You know we're all on the same team here.' I narrow my eyes, staring back at him solidly.
'Are we?' I say finally.
'Get them to their bunks.' Janson says after a minute. Several guards round us up and force us back down the halls to out room. Opening the door they push us inside.
'Get your asses in there! All of you!' The guard shouts before shutting and locking the door.
Moving over to my bed, I see what Thomas has to say for himself.
'What the hell was that about?' Minho yelled at Thomas.
'You didn't really think they were just gonna let you through?' Newt said.
'Nah, of course I didn't.' Thomas said angrily.
'He was going for the key card.' I interject standing up fingering the card in my pocket.
'I was this close,' He said holding his fingers together. 'Janson arrived before I could get it. A couple more…' Thomas stopped, as he saw me leaning against the bed with the card dangling from my fingers.
'If you want something doing…' I start. Thomas grins at me form across the room.
'How'd you do that.' Newt said, mouth open.
'Some of us have more tact that others. I knew I could get it, I just needed a distraction. Sorry.' I add to Thomas.
He grins. 'Happy to help.'
'We're gonna find out what's on the other side of that door.' I say to the rest of the boys.
'Right.' Newt says knowing he can't argue with me.
'Newt, they're hiding something. Okay? These people are not who they say they are.' Thomas tries to get Newt to see where we coming from, but he won't have it.
'No, Thomas, you don't know that!' Newt finally explodes. 'The only thing that we do know is that they helped rescue us from WICKED. They gave us new clothes. They gave us food. They gave us a proper bed. Some of us haven't had that in a long time.' He adds looking at Thomas straight in the face, obviously forgetting I'm here.
'Yeah, but...' Thomas tries but is again interrupted by Newt.
'Some of us a lot longer than others.' I walk forward to stand in front of Newt. I don't say anything, I just look at him. He sighs in defeat.
'We'll be careful.' I say quietly, giving him a hug. As he wraps his arms round me, I can hear Minho sniggering. The vent grate comes shooting out from under Thomas' bed ad Aris' head peeks out from underneath.
'Hey, Kira. Hey, Thomas.' I smirk at the boys reactions.
'What the...' Minho says staring at Aris.
'You got it, didn't you?' Aris said looking at Thomas. He shook his head before motioning to me.
'Not me. She did.' I give Aris a grin and a little wave. He chuckles.
'Okay. Let's go.' Aris says shuffling backwards.
'Argh,' I groan. 'Why does it always have to be the vents?' Thomas chuckles and sits on the floor in front of the vent.
'All right, look, maybe you guys are right. Maybe we're just being paranoid. But we got to find out for sure. Just cover for us. We'll be back as soon as we can.' And with that he follows Aris. I look around at the guys.
'I have to know.' I say in explanation. Walking over to my bed, I grab the gun from under my pillow. Stuffing it into my trousers, I say to Newt, 'Just in case.' He nods and gives me a swift kiss on the cheek. Smiling giddily, I crawl into the vent.
After 10 excruciating minutes of making our way through the increasingly tight spaces, we make it to the room. Thomas opens the vent opening and drops down, Aris following quickly after and then me. Thomas checks the halls, whilst Aris closes the vent and I walk to the door and scan the card. The green light signals our entry and the doors slide open. Walking inside, I get distracted by a bubbling noise. Looking to my left there is a room filled with huge tanks. Inside the tanks are, what look like huge prawns, with spiky backs and lots of legs. A shiver of disgust works its way down my spine. Thomas, Aris and I all walk forward to the next set of doors. They slide open as we get closer.
We make our way into a huge room, full of people. But not live people. There are hundreds and hundreds of people hooked up to machines attached to their heads. Rows and rows of people hooked to respirators and wires. My head spins at the sight. Walking closer towards one of the people, I see an expanse of wires coming from the machine on their head. They all lead to a small tube in which a blue liquid is dripping in, drop by drop.
'It's a harvest.' I breathe out, feeling sick at the thought.
'Teresa?' Thomas' voice comes from behind me. I spin round to see him standing in front of a dark-haired girl – but it's not Teresa.
'It's Rachel. They took her the first night. I told her it was going to be okay.' Aris said, staring at the girl with sadness. I slip my arm round his shoulders trying to offer what small amount of comfort I can give. The opening of the doors startle us from our sombre realisation. Hiding behind the tall pillars supporting the room, we watch as Janson and another man with a clipboard (what is it with these guys and their clipboards?) walk past us.
'You sure this can't wait?' Janson says sounding peeved.
'She was very specific, sir. She wanted to speak with you personally.' The man responded, not taking his eyes from his board, which had a tablet rested on top.
'As if I don't have enough to deal with.' Janson replied.
'Just bear with me. I'm getting some interference from the storm.' The man said. The pair stopped at an arch way.
'Come on. It's good enough. Make the connection.' Janson instructs the man. A hologram flickers up in the archway, of a woman sat at her desk. As she lifts her head I see who it is. It can't be! She's dead! We saw it! I saw her!
'Good evening, Doctor Paige. Lovely to see you again. Although I admit... I wasn't expecting to hear from you quite so soon.' Janson says with mock cheerfulness. They're WICKED! All of this was WICKED. It was all part of their plan.
'Change of plans, Janson. I'll be arriving a little sooner than expected. First thing tomorrow.' Dr Paige, gets up from her desk and walks round to the front.
'We'll be delighted to have you. I think you'll be pleased with the progress we've made. As you can see, early results have been extremely promising. Whatever it is you've been doing to them in there, it's working.' The man with Janson, flicks some sort of scientific findings onto the hologram. Dr Paige seems to study it for a minute, before turning her attention back to Janson.
'Not well enough. I just received board approval. I want all the remaining subjects sedated and prepped for harvest by the time I arrive.' Harvest. I said it. They're harvesting people for what… a cure?
'Doctor Paige, we are going as fast as we can. We are still running tests...' Janson begins.
'Try something faster. Until I can guarantee their security, this is the best plan.' Dr Paige has obviously had enough of Janson's whining.
'Ma'am, security is my job. We're on 24 hour lockdown here. I am assuring you... the assets are secure.' Assets. You mean people, you sick son of a bitch.
'Have you found the Right Arm?' She asks, as if she already knows the answer.
'Not yet. We tracked them as far as the mountains.' The mountains. Whoever this Right Arm I they are obviously against WICKED. We have to go there. Escape then find the Right Arm.
'So they're still out there. And they've already hit two of our installations. They want these kids as badly as we do. And I cannot... I cannot afford another loss. Not now, when I am so close to a cure. If you are not up to the task, I will find someone who is.' Dr Paige sits back down at her desk.
'That won't be necessary. Might I suggest we start with the most recent arrivals?' Janson says with a smirk. That's us. We're the most recent. Fuck!
'Just get it done. Janson. Not Kira. She doesn't get harvested. She's too valuable.' Me? I look at Thomas, who is looking straight back at me.
'Ma'am,' Janson starts as if to argue.
'Not her.' She snaps. 'Janson, I don't want them to feel any pain.' This time her voice is calmer.
'They won't feel a thing.' Janson says, before the call disconnects. Janson and the man turn and leave immediately, leaving the room in silence.
They're coming for us. We need to get out. Now!
Dun Dun Dunnnnnnnnn!
jalenrose11 : Thank you! I was reallt trying hard to make the inserting of another character as smooth as possible. Thank you!
Hope you all have a wonderful month.
Zoe x
