Chapter Seven:

The screen enlarged and I was watching out from the camera in some room. At first I didn't realize I had control over the camera. So each couple moments it would pan in a different different direction. Rows after row sent a shock up my spine. Hundreds of teens where strung up to devices with blue cords. Each hanging in midair like clothes on a hanger in a closet. Not being able to discern much of what I saw, it was safe to say something horrible was going on. I couldn't tell if they are alive or dead, by chance even worse. What is this place? Why are they like that.

There are also from the short glimpse of the adjourned room where liquid vats contain weird looking monsters in them. I can't see to well in detail because of the view of the camera but there isn't a logical reason for them to be there. What's really transpiring here?

There is also audio because I can hear a door open in the room.

"You sure this can't wait?"

"She was very specific sir, she wanted to speak with you personally."

Two men walk into the room past the row who strung up kids. I can't make out who they are.

"As if I didn't have enough to deal with!" The tall man said rather upset.

"Just um, bare with me, we're getting some interference from the storm.

"Come on, it's good enough make the connection!" Shouted the tall man at his subordinate.

I make the camera stop just enough to get a good view at the screen. Familiarity kicks in back to the time at the control room. The technology is the same. I start to get a pit in my stomach and it isn't lack of food, but fear. Something was going to happen.

The screen like mirror came to life suddenly the camera won't move it like stuck at that one spot. I must've mess with it to much.

"Good evening Doctor Paige, it's lovely to see you again, although I admit I wasn't expecting from hearing from you so quite soon." he said in kiss up tone of voice. But there she was in a office on the other side of the screen. Ava Paige. How was this possible? My gut sank faster than a ship. We watch her shot herself back in the WICKED facility. Of course they've been lying and manipulating us from the get go. There was some tricky afoot, so no surprise when they speared nothing to faking a video.

"Change of plans Janson, I'll be arriving a little sooner then expected. First thing tomorrow."

"Oh um, I mean delighted to have you. I think you'll be pleased with the progress we made." His subordinate presses something and he goes on."As you can see, earlier results have been extremely promising. Whatever it is your doing to them in there, it's working."

"Not well enough. I just received board approval, I want all the remaining subjects sedated and ready for harvest, by the time I arrive."

Ready for harvest? Does this include me. The chatty lying blonde has been planning and plotting this out. Why wouldn't she? She is the head of WICKED. Chancellor Paige, Doctor Paige, she is not deserving of either title. I want to hurl at how disturb I'm at this very second.

"Doctor Paige we are going as fast as we can. We are still running test."

"Try something faster. Until I can guarantee their security, this is the best plan." She speaks with fake concern.

"Ma'am, security is my job. We're on twenty four hour lockdown. I'm assuring the assets are secure," he says with mild conviction in some attempt to convince her.

"Have you found the right arm?"

"Not yet. We tracked them as far as the mountains!"

"So there still out there? And they already hit two of our installations. They want these kids as badly as we do. And I can not, can not afford another loss, not now when I'm so close to a cure. If you are not up to the task, I will find someone who is!"

"That won't be necessary. Might I suggest we start with most recent arriva-"

"Just get it done."The tall man begin to walk away. "Janson I don't want them to feel any pain." Her voice simmers with fake concern again.

"They won't feel a thing," he said softly rather mysterious in a way.

The man walks away as there video end as I quickly unplug the USB, slide it in my pocket and shut off the computer. I can no longer keep back the nausea as spew it out into the bin next to my bed. WICKED. It's always been WICKED from the start. Oh how foolish am it believe anything in this shit filled world. Shuck shucking shuck! Paige is definitely alive I don't even have to doubt that. There isn't another Paige and I'm hell sure know she hasn't a twin. A thousand thoughts pressing against my mind. My friends, what has become of them? I still can't call out to them. Why not? I wasn't in to much pain. Was it something blocking our brainwaves. Hell if I knew. Where they coming for me as well? Am I to be harvested. Whatever that meant. I'm scared, more so the ever in the Maze. They probably strung up Curie. Poor girl I wish there was more I could do. For now I act like I know nothing. If they try to tranquilize me, I fight my hardest and run. Im still good with that.

All this new information and lack of it as well is making my heart beat faster. I can't think straight when I panic. I must learn to control that, otherwise what comes next won't last to long. I've got to calm down, calm down Ross, we're fine. They can't do nothing if we play the fool. Sweat is forming around my head and is staining my shirt. There air conditioning so I can't be sweating. Over sweating will turn them on to me.

I was firm to believe the Glade was horrible. How wrong I was. Back in the Glade, I knew who I was, and what I was meant to do. I'd take Griever's, Maze running, Gally and Louis over any of this. Back there you knew what was, there hadn't no lack of purpose. Now I'm stuck with a faceless killer in the room, and it's name is uncertainty. Uncertainty has been the bane of humankind since the dawn of or creation. It guesstimating that haunt us. Should is the thought process of could. Could have I been friends with Gally, could have I not. That's a choice to be or not to be Should has the second guess factor which prevents us from doing one or the other due to either outcome.

But should I be coy putting up a front or should I try to demand answer and or escape. Whatever happens will, I'm stuck here not know what to do. This is uncertainty at it's best. Who's to say they won't come nab me up or to tend to my progress of recovery. It's up in the air. But I at least know better. Nothing could will come from either, because WICKED lies and deceives. What ever this Right Arm is they have the right idea. But that's not something I could support trap by the enemy.

Thanks to accepting my flaw, I was able to with rational thinking. Thinking is my way to calm me down. This allow my body to lossen up as I lay back in the bed. All those people just hung up like that, is a cure with risking the only generation that's immune and most could definitely repopulate the world. If they just let us go, let us live our lives eventually procreation is bound to happen. This world is hanging by a loose final thred. I know there are some who aren't Immune, that it isn't humane to let the Flare wipe out all the inflected. You can't keep making kids suffer for something they were endowed with. That's evolution for you. It's Darwinism that the strong survive, and the weak perhish. Curel? Maybe, but that's what the world is based on these days. People like Ava and Deacon are all about saving humanity, but discarded their own. They just want to mend the un-mendable. Having a cure won't stop the Flare. Virus themselves evolve after time, it will find a way to wreak havoc sooner or later. Say they cure everyone, make them unaffected. What about the Cranks? There not just going to disappear. They still are a problem. They're deadly and act animalistic. Why not spend there efforts to wiping out the zombie like cranks. It would make the world safer.

In training we we're taught that the Flare effect it's victims in various degrees. It's a degenerative disease that eats at the brain. Some are able to withstand it for prolonged amounts, just getting the basic distinctive affect. There able to hold conversation, work and live a normal life. But eventually it will drive them to madness. Some it just drives them straight to verge of no return. It's a distinctive virus from what the rest of humanity delt with from my understanding and lack of memories.

Sometimes I have to be greatful to WICKED for being selective on what they kept from me. They could of made me a total idiot. If it wasn't for my intellect I wouldn't be able to keep up with the skills I perform. These feats take practice and although it comes easy to me, alot of time had to be spent learning on my own. I would surmise I've often failed alot. But that's life I suppose.

Not long after calming down a alarm is set off across the entire building playing painfully my ears until I grow a tolerance. Whatever happening out there I'm gathering something defend myself. As I scan the room, a nice heavy IV stand will do the trick. Once that door open, cause it's locked from the outside, I make a break from it. Freedom or captivity, I know what I'm picking!