AN: For the past two weeks, I've tried to post but nothing would come to me. I was either too lazy or already was asleep. Sorry. (::)
Madison slept for the whole day. While Newt had taken out her doppelganger for the tour, she was fast asleep, nonsensical dreams flooding her brain, images from an almost different world. Twins, and smiles and tears all melded into one chaotic mess.
She gasped as she felt a pain in the back of her neck. She touched the place of pain and saw red. There was blood on her finger. What happened?
Her head shot up in pain, pounding. She breathed shallowly, trying to regain some sort of control over the pain, knowing full well it was futile to do so.
She had no choice but to bear the pain. Her hands were shaking, her body coated in sweat. Her eyes were frantically searching the Med-jack hut for something to ease the pain. She stood up from the bed and navigated shakily to the place where the Med-jacks kept their supplies. Her feet were stumbling and struggling to walk properly. Whatever control she had over herself was wavering.
"Blondie!" A voice called out. Madison didn't know who it was, all she needed to do was to find something, anything, to stop the pain.
He called again, his voice blurring. Her head was pounding more than ever as she collapsed to the ground. She curled up in a ball, yelling for the pain to stop.
She could've sworn that he was calling for names to help her. Her vision began to blur, with all the shaking, it was hard to even see and the blurring made it even worse.
At some point she could feel herself slipping away.
"This is the Bloodhouse. This is where we slaughter the animals for food. You're not squeamish are you?" Newt queried as he took a glance at the doppelganger.
She looked right back, then turned to the shabby hut. There were bloodstains on the tables and the knives were not yet washed. Some boys were cleaning up the entrails and dumping them into a bucket. Some were slaughtering several pigs. There was a coop with some chickens, eggs placed in front of each doorway of the coop. There were at least more than three cows, tied up in a different post each, grazing the grass near them.
"I'm not. I just hate to see dead things." She replied, flinching as the second pig's head was severed from its body, killing it quickly.
"Well, we're not going to starve 'round 'ere so best kill 'em or die starving." Newt replied.
"It feels like I've met you before. I think I've met everyone here before." She muttered, kicking a pebble as the resumed walking.
Newt said nothing about that and proceeded to tell her about the Gardens and the other places of the Glade.
"If this James family is some part of the shuck Creators, then whatever she says shouldn't be trusted." Gally suggested.
"She came here in the same manner we did. Whatever they did to her, it could've been done to us, slinthead." A Keeper retorted.
"He's right─" A scream interrupted their meeting. The voice belonged to Madison, Minho immediately realised.
"I need to check up on her." Minho muttered as he rushed out of the Homestead to get to the Med-jack hut.
He got there to see Madison stumbling, screaming her head off. Then she just fell to the ground, her eyes tearing up as she succumbed to the pain.
He called for help as he carried the girl back to her cot, setting her down gently.
Clint finally got there, panting as he wasn't too fond of running.
"Keep an eye on her. I'll tell Alby you'll miss the Gathering."
Clint nodded in understanding. Minho stalked off, confusion clear in his thoughts.
By evening, the celebratory mood had come, they had a new greenie after all. She was greeted by everyone but some were still wary, choosing to distance themselves from the girl.
There were bottles of Gally's brew, but the girl outright refused to drink them.
That was when she noticed. People were looking at her and the other girl just across. Why? She had no idea.
"The resemblance is uncanny. Shuck." Newt whispered.
"What was that?" She asked.
"I haven't gotten your name."
"It's Monroe." She replied quietly.
"Monroe, huh?"
"Why?"
"It's just that the girl across is named Monroe."
The doppelganger said nothing. The other girl approached them.
"You must be Monroe. Nice to meet you. I'm Madison." The girl sat beside her, not waiting for an invite.
"Why do they keep looking at us?" Monroe asked.
"You haven't seen yourself in the mirror have you?"
Monroe shook her head.
"Look after her, Maddie, I gotta go to Alby for a sec." Newt stood up from his seat and headed to Alby.
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"Do we initiate the plan?"
"Should we?"
"The Chancellor would be pleased."
"Who knows? There might be some unexpected patterns that can shorten our path to the cure."
"Alright. But first, we need her approval."
"Of course. Everything we do all goes through her before initiation."
"I will kill her!" The woman exclaimed.
"Calm down, Mona! You can't just storm inside WICKED to get your siblings back." Another woman replied.
"If I have to break every bone in my body, I will do it. It was my fault they got harmed in the first place." Mona replied.
"Just be level headed. We need to formulate a plan. We can't just do everything on impulse." The other woman retorted.
"I know Beez. It's just that I'm on edge. If they do anything else to hurt them, I don't think I'll survive." Mona explained.
"Just do what you have to. You don't have to harm anybody else to get there, got it?" Beez offered.
"Alright. But I swear. If they ever hurt my siblings again, they will have hell to pay."
"Yes, that's fine. But we gotta go now. This city's infested with Cranks. If word comes out that little Miss Runaway has been running 'round, we'd be dead by morning." Beez rushed out.
"Of course." Grabbing a chair, Mona smashed the screens that offered a view of the Maze. She also smashed the control buttons just in case.
"Come on! I hear the Cranks, and they're hungry." Beez informed.
Mona started the truck and got in the Driver's seat. Beez hopped in from the other door, closing the door quickly. Mona started the engine and drove off into the dark.
AN: *narrator voice* What happened to Madison? Does Monroe know her? Who exchanged words regarding the patterns? Who is Mona? Who is Beez? And who are Mona's siblings? Find out in the next installment of Dolls!
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