AN: I have a little flashback/backstory for the "Girl Who Grew Up Too Fast". Hope you like it! (::)
Cissa knew it had to stop. WICKED was draining her sisters. She couldn't have that. At a tender age of seven, she had a mild understanding of the sessions they'd do with her sisters. Sometimes, she'd hear her parents talk about it in hushed tones. And they came into only one conclusion. Allow WICKED to study their girls' brains and stay healthy and safe at WICKED or go against authority and end up getting thrown to the Cranks.
Her parents did it for her.
That was when Cissa decided to return the favour. She needed to destroy the machine that they used in the sessions.
So, one day, when she was about to turn nine, she asked her parents for a laptop. It would have to suffice.
"Mom, Dad, can I have a laptop? I was hoping you'd give it to me during my ninth birthday. Please?" She pleaded. Unlike her twin sisters, she actually got what she wanted through begging.
Anne and David exchanged glances.
"Dear," Anne looked at Cissa. "I think you're too young for one. Just look at your sisters. They didn't ask for that."
"But mom, I'm not like them. I want one!" She cried.
"Listen, Narcissa, we will try looking for one. I know you've been hinting for it these few weeks." David assured, looking at his daughter.
"David," Anne looked concerned. "We've been discussing this. It's time we give her one." David replied.
"Fine." Sighed Anne.
By her ninth birthday, Cissa knew exactly which parcel to open. The bigger one. She had two gifts this year. One from Madison and Monroe, and one from her parents.
Turns out, the bigger one was Madison and Monroe's. It was just a big box, inside it was a smaller box. Which made Madison and Monroe laugh in unison as she rushed to the bigger one.
"Oh, Cissa, looks can be deceiving." Monroe spoke. Cissa glared at her, but her words had some sort of double meaning, to Cissa at least. Inside the box was a flash drive that could store a lot.
Finally, Cissa got into opening the other box, not minding the chatter of her parents or Madison and Monroe's laughter.
It was a thin, fifteen inch laptop, with a silver finish. Cissa didn't care about the colour or the appearance, she just needed it for her sisters. They can pretend to be happy around her but she could see. She could. They would come home miserable and when they'd see her, they'd break in identical smiles. And she always saw them before they'd see her. Cissa didn't get why they had to hide.
She was just a little one-year old when she met Isaac, Monroe's best friend. And dare she say it, someone Monroe liked very much.
She was about nine, when she met Minho. Who became Madison's pranking buddy. And still, Madison looked absolutely in denial when Cissa asked her if she liked Minho.
As a young girl, Cissa was observant. She was that kid who kept quiet just to hear other people talk. Monroe and Madison needed her help, even when they think they don't.
Cissa opened her laptop, and shut herself in her room right after thanking her parents and her twin sisters.
Now, Cissa needed to learn the art of hacking.
By the time she was turning thirteen, Madison had left to join the Maze Trials. Unfortunately, she wasn't able to hack into the system for the Swipe serum. If she had, it would've been possible for Madison to retain some of her memories if not all.
Still, it wasn't her fault. Cissa had to take of the Grievers. She tried hacking into the system to disable them for just enough time so they can escape safely. She failed.
Cissa also attempted to break into the records. If anything, she needed them if people from the maze ever questioned her.
She saved them all in the flash drive, making sure to double check if there were any files missing or to add.
Then, she hacked into the surveillance. She needed at least one of those bug-ish devices to work in her control without being too suspicious. It worked. WICKED thought those Grievers were more important than these cameras, they were very wrong. One, if people from other organisations managed to hack it, they could see what happened in the trials. They could be very capable of overthrowing WICKED. Two, those people could divert the cameras' attention, so they could ambush the trials.
Cissa felt her mouth drop. This could mean the end of the Trials. They could finally start the next phase, find the cure and live. But she didn't know anyone from the outside world.
Having her own view of the Glade, as she heard the people in it call it, it was fair enough. She also had the views of the camera by the Chancellor's office, the Session Room, and the isolation Room. Those were the only ones she needed.
Now, she needed to finish her work on the machine. And of course, the Swipe software. It had been formulated very differently. So if she could modify it, Monroe can still remember some things if she got in the Maze.
It was at least more than a week since Madison left. She had to be isolated the week before they even sent her in. Monroe was miserable. Cissa couldn't do anything about it. She didn't share the bond of her sisters.
Cissa heard the news. They knew of the Switch. They knew that Monroe was Madison and Madison was Monroe. If Cissa got into hacking the machine, she could change the information and deceive the Chancellor.
She quickly got into work. She had about a minute. It had been months since she first broke into the system, and their defenders always managed to throw her out. Now, they were all in line as they walked back into the Session Room.
Once she typed in the needed codes, she remembered all of them by now, months and months of working on this drilled the information on her brain.
Madison James
Session Number: 142
Session Date: 11/11/2070
Status: Uncharacteristic response
Stimuli: Highly triggering
Purpose: To see if fit for the Maze Trials.
Conclusion: Not yet ready until further sessions, with varying intensities.
Cissa quickly typed in the changes.
Madison James
Session Number: 142
Session Date: 11/11/2070
Status: Highly responsive; Very reactive to stimuli
Stimuli: Highly triggering
Purpose: To see if fit for the Maze Trials.
Conclusion: Not yet ready until further sessions, with varying intensities.
She could see them come closer to Session Room. She pressed Enter, shutting down the system to restart it with the new information. She sighed in relief. They would never believe the Madison they had with them was Monroe now.
AN: I'm not really tech-savvy, but I know a thing or two about technology. The year listed on the sessions were made up because TVs are still a staple to a household by then, right? (::)
Replies:
softball007: I know right, Madison didn't have the right to do it but it was essential. Thanks, by the way.
Whovain101: Thank you. Is this still a cliffhanger ending?
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