Disclaimer: First Chapter.
AN: If you have any comments, feel free to review. I don't bite. Thanks to all the follows and faves, you're pushing me to write this.
Warning: A little violent scene in the middle. It's not too graphic but, you know, just in case. :)
Monroe (as Madison), WICKED Headquarters.
"We're going to need Monroe James to come with us for testing." A man and woman arrived at the doorstep of the James household.
"What do you mean Monroe? We only have Madison with us." Anne supplied.
"The files." The woman whispered grimly.
"Someone tampered the files." The man responded, looking at the woman, then turning to Anne.
"Give us the twin you have with you." The woman commanded.
"How would you know you needed to conduct the tests on this particular twin?" Anne retorted, anger flashing dangerously within her green eyes.
"We're positive that that girl is the one we've been testing as of late. Hand her over."
"She's not here. Find her elsewhere." Anne coldly replied.
"You're lying." The woman sneered.
"She's not. Madison left about an hour ago." Cissa walked to the doorway, her laptop shut and her eyes dreary.
The man swooped in and grabbed Cissa's neck, effectively choking her. Anne kicked his shin, sending him kneeling and releasing Cissa. The latter collapsed to the floor, trying to regain her breath. The other woman was too awestruck to move. Anne continued kicks to the man until he was bloodied and barely able to move.
"Anne James, you are hereby arrested for injuring a co-worker." A gruff voice declared. It belonged to a tall, buff man. He had a stubble and scars all over his face.
Anne turned to the direction of the voice.
"You're arresting me? In my defence, he tried to choke my daughter."
The man huffed. "You're still coming with me. You'll be explaining everything once we give you a hearing." Anne glared at him as he grabbed a pair of handcuffs from his belt. He opened them, slipping Anne's hands in each before closing them shut.
"Why are you arresting my mother?" Cissa gasped as the pain in her neck left a visible purplish bruise.
"I'll be taking her for questioning. If she is innocent as she claims, we will release her." The man replied, agitation clear in his tone.
Cissa had never felt so much anger in her life, save for the fact that Madison, the real one was taken from them, stripped of her memories and from her family.
"You let her go. You saw what the guy did to me." Cissa hissed as she showed him her bruised neck.
"She still needs questioning, kid. Whether you like it or not." He pushed Anne out of the doorway and into the hall. Cissa noticed the other woman from earlier had disappeared. She must've called him.
"And you're not questioning the other man?" Cissa seethed as she stepped out of their little apartment inside WICKED.
The man didn't reply but instead got a device that could communicate with another officer.
"Jackson, collect the injured nurse from Floor 9, east wing, door number 203." He ordered.
A faint 'Roger' indicated the message was received.
Madison was exhausted from running. The nurses were just around the corner, conversing with each other. Her mother had immediately told her to run. Cissa had alerted them of the surveillance near their home and those two nurses were close. Both Cissa and their mother knew they had switched. Even after weeks of the revelation, WICKED seemed keen to still have both girls in the maze.
Despite her panicked state, Madison was quick on her feet. It didn't matter that she didn't have anything to help her get out of WICKED. She had no money, spare clothes, basic necessities, or any thing that could've been considered a weapon.
She took a turn again. Her eyes not needing to look back, knowing it would only hurt and would slow her down. She had to leave Tommy and Teresa. The only people she actually considered her friends. Aside from the others who she'd last seen three years prior. Alby. Newt. Minho. Minho, she thought. As she was distracted by her thoughts, she didn't notice she was slowing down. She didn't notice the WICKED representatives tailing after her had gained speed and were closing in on her.
Madison ran, pushing all distractions away. But it was futile. They caught up with her, grabbing both her arms while the other one administered a sleeping serum. Even with all the fidgeting, squirming, and screaming, no one was there to help her. Not her parents, not her sisters. No one.
She stopped crying for help. Her eyes closed as her eyelids closed. They got to her. Her last thought played into her mind before she finally slept.
Cissa was seated by her left side, tear streaks trailing down her cheeks. Her laptop wasn't with her and she looked like a wreck. Her eyes were puffy and red.
"Stop crying, Cissa." She chided as she slowly sat up.
"They took Madison. They took mom. They'll take you. I'm sorry for crying." Cissa seethed sarcastically.
"We're all here for you, Narcy. You may not see us as often but we'll always be there. They can erase all my memories and I'd still treat you like a sister." Madison smiled sombrely.
"Sappy isn't you, you know that?" Cissa wiped her cheeks, making the tear streaks disappear.
Madison laughed. It wasn't a boisterous laugh, but rather a gentle laugh that she rarely did.
"Narcissa! Monroe! I'm so happy to see you girls." Anne looked tired but she had been released today after asking a pass from Ava.
"Mom! I thought you'd be locked up!" Cissa ran to her mother, embracing the older woman. Madison was in a hospital bed, bound by leather straps on her feet and arms.
"I asked a pass from your aunt. She saw the surveillance by our house." Anne explained, smiling. Her smile crinkled the corners of her eyes.
"Visitors are now prohibited to see the patient. Please exit the room." A robotic voice announced. Anne and Cissa stood up, hugging Madison and saying their goodbyes before leaving. Knowing that they've crossed the line today, crossing another meant trouble.
It was deathly quiet back in the apartment.
The carpet was stained red from the blood of the male nurse, who had disappeared.
Cissa could barely register her mother slamming the door as they entered.
She could barely register that the said woman sat down on the floor before flipping the coffee table. Angry tears slipped from her eyes as she tried to hold them in. She screamed and cried. Cissa could feel the pain her mother was in. Losing two children was enough. Having the third child taken was another stab in her heart.
Cissa heard some noise on the other side of the door. One of the voices sounded very much like her father's. Her suspicions were confirmed when she opened the door. With her father was a woman. Her uniform tightly wrapped around her body. She had dark hair and a pair of dark eyes as well.
"David, hun, who's this brat?" The woman cooed mockingly. Anger etched into Cissa's face.
"Get the whore out of here. She's not welcome." Cissa didn't stop herself. She slammed the door in front of her father's face. Tears flooded her vision. Madison left months ago. Monroe was about to leave. Her father was cheating on her mother. The overwhelming feeling of anguish flooded her system.
She screamed. The house was a mess. The table was flipped. The couch too. Magazines and books scattered all around the floor. The carpet had a bloodstain. Glass bits were on the floor. Her mother was in the middle of all this chaos.
Cissa couldn't do anything else but cry.
"Hello Monroe. Today will mark the start of your isolation week. It has been three weeks since we sent our latest subjects to their respective mazes." Ava Paige stood in front of her bed. Her expression blank but her eyes observant.
"I apologise for the way we are containing you, Monroe. It was absolutely necessary as we know you are the stealthier of the twins." Ava sincerely added. Madison said nothing against that.
"WICKED is good." Madison spoke up, knowing those words made her aunt happy.
"You're correct. Initially, I detested using Immunes to find the cure but I realised that they could be the only way to solve this epidemic. I'm sorry you have to go through this." Ava Paige smiled kindly. Something that was rather rare of her.
"Thank you, aunt Ava. For once you actually came in here to give an explanation. I'm doing this for my sister. No one deserves to live in a world like this."
"You're welcome, Monroe. Best of luck to you and your sister as you embark on the trials."
Madison feebly nodded.
"The Swipe will be administered during the last night of isolation week. From then, you will be injected a sleeping serum good for some hours before we send you out there."
Madison nodded again. Ava exited the fogged sliding doors. As soon as they closed, the click signalled that they were locked in place.
Goodie, a week of being alone. What fun.
AN: Any kind of feedback is appreciated! :)