A.N.: Today I'm just posting one chapter since I spent all day at college. I'm sorry :c Still, hope you like this.
Chapter 9: WICKED is good
That night Emma slept on her sleeping bag. It was obvious that both her and Minho were tempted to ask for ecahother's company, but none dared to do so.
The girl fell asleep rather quickly and was taunted by confusing dreams.
She was sitting on a room that form the looks she could tell it was some kind of lab. Across the table a dark haired girl stared into her soul with her big bright blue eyes.
"Good luck." She told her with a small polite smile.
A hand grabbed Emma's shoulder causing her to turn to a woman with blonde hair and cold blue eyes.
"It's time." She told her motioning for her to follow.
"Remember." Said the girl across the table when Emma goto n her feet "WICKED is good."
Emma frowned and started walking with the blonde woman that lead her into what looked like an OR. She lied down and someone, a doctor, put a mask on her face.
Every breath she'd take made her feel more sleepy and the last thing the brunette heard was that WICKED is good.
Emma woke up with her heart racing and her body covered with cold sweat. She got out of her sleeping bag with her lungs screaming for hair.
"Bad dream?" she heard Minho.
The girl jumped startled and faced the asain shaking her head.
"You were speaking. You were saying something…" Minho started.
"WICKED is good." Emma stated.
"That." Minho confirmed.
The asain frowned at the brunette. He saw that written all over the Maze and on the insects made by them to keep and eye on the gladers.
"Do you know anything about WICKED?" Minho asked.
Emma shook her head in silence. It was just a dream but somehow it felt more like a memory and the fact that Minho seemed to know something made her even more convicted about it.
"Do you?" she asked in return.
"I just know that it's written all over the maze." Minho informed.
"Take me there." Emma blurted out "I need to see it."
"No." He stated.
"Yes."she said.
"No Emma." The boy insisted. "I promised I would protect you. I won't be able to do that if you're running around the Maze and dancing with Grievers."
"If you don't take me there. I'll go by myself." Emma ultimated crossing her harms.
"Emma… Don't be silly." Minho begged passing his hands through is balck hair.
Emma crawled into the bed sitting across him and grabbing his hands.
"Please. It's really importante to me Minho." She explained making him sigh.
"I'll talk to Alby." He gave up.
A wide smile appeared on Emma's face and before she could control herself her arms reached for Minho's neck pulling him into a hug.
"Thank you." She whispered against her shoulder.
"The things I do for you birdy." He muttered one hand rubbing her back and the other petting her hair soft perfumed hair.