I walked through different corridors, looking for a sight of a blonde woman. She had killed Newt. It was only fair if I killed her.

I don't know why it affected me so much, Newt's death. I mean, I just figured out that I had feelings for him. We had our moments together too. Like our first night in the Scorch when he wrapped his arms around me. 

Honestly, I wouldn't say it was hard to find Ava. She stood infront of glass windows, staring off into nothingness in the lobby of the Wicked department.

The outside light emitted onto her body, her bright blonde hair and white suit glistened. Ava's head slowly fell down... almost as if she was sad? Like she felt sorry?

I approached her slowly, standing infront of her, my gun pointing at her and tears brimming my eyes. I hated showing how I felt... especially to Wicked. I hated knowing the satisfaction they felt.

Ava turned her head, making eye contact with me the closer I got. But I stood a few feet away.

The gun shook in my hand as I began to sob, Ava's face was sympathetic, almost as if she had lost someone she loved from the Flare.

"Is it true?" I asked.

She gave me a precarious look, questioning what I could possibly be talking about.

"Newt... Could I have saved him?" Tears streamed down my face.

"You can save us all" She said as her voice cracked slightly.

My hand shook even more, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. No matter how much I wanted to pull that stupid trigger, I chose not to. I dropped the gun on the floor as I burst into louder sobs. 

Ava stepped closer to me, almost wanting to give me a hug.

"It's okay" She whispered softly, not with malice or hatred, but she actually meant it.

"Just leave the others alone" I pleaded.

"I promise."

Stop with the promises. Promises are never kept. I would know. Everything always goes wrong when it's being promised. 

"I wi-" Ava began, before a loud gun shot was heard.

My heart stopped at the sound of a gun firing. I looked into Ava's eyes as they widened and then softened. Her expression grew blank as I noticed blood in her chest, soaking on her once crisp white blouse.

She let out a whimper of pain as she began to fall to the floor, trying to grasp me for help. I stood there frozen, not knowing what to do. 

There's only so many deaths you can witness until you're not fazed. I believed I was done with the pain. Done with the sorrow. I believed I wouldn't feel a hint of guilt with the death of Ava Paige. But now, now, I felt a tinge of sadness, guilt, and sorrow. 

My eyes flickered to where the gun had been shooting from. Janson stood right behind where Ava's body once was. The gun pointed directly at me now. It's crazy how he would kill one of his life long coworkers, just to get to me.

I was frozen in place as Janson began walking towards me, his gun, inches away from my chest. i wanted to scream, to run, to move, but I couldn't. I couldn't bring myself to it.

He rushed towards me pushing an object into my neck. I flinched in pain as I pulled it out, realizing it as a tranquilizing dart of sorts as I began to stumble over my two feet, falling to the floor right besides the person I used to hate the most in this world. Now it was Janson.

I grabbed at the gun I had dropped while talking to Ava, I tried to atleast. I was losing energy fast, and as I placed my hand onto it, Janson quickly kicked it away.

The last thing I saw was the body of Ava Paige next to me, her eyes staring at me, but with no emotion. Dead.

- - - -

I opened my eyes forcefully as I looked around. I was no longer on the floor, but now in a chair? It was leaning down a little, and was quite cushioned. Test tubes lay all around me. 

I turned my head, being met with the girl that once betrayed us, me. Teresa looked focused with something in her hand.

Her eyes shot up to mine as I stared down at my arm, blood. Teresa was drawing blood from me. She filled the syringe slowly as panic crossed her face.

Janson stood behind me as he began to talk.

"Do you know what this place is, Y/N?" He asked. "It's a life boat... The whole world may be sinking, but we don't have to go with it"

No. No. I couldn't stay here. I needed to leave. I couldn't stay here forever, without my friends. I tried getting up, but was stopped almost instantly. A large belt of some sort trapped me. Restraining me from getting up.

I thrusted at the belt, trying to free myself. Shaking it, messing with it, but nothing worked.

"How much longer?" Janson rushed.

"It's almost done" Teresa said calmly.

Janson now faced me, his eyes displaying nothing but evil. I glared back.

"Why don't you just kill me!" I yelled. "I rather be dead than be here!"

"Kill you? No, we'll take special care of you" He said with a smirk. "Just-" I beat against the belt, making Janson flinch. "You'll give life to us... The ones we choose to save anyway"

I watched as Teresa began filling up a vial with a blue liquid. The blue liquid we had given the Brenda. Janson talked on and on about me, my blood, my cure. 

Janson held up his arm to me as he rolled up his sleeve. Revealing the same veins that looked identical to Newts... The same purple and green ones that branched out from a hole in his arm.

He glanced up at me once more, the needle from the syringe inches away from being injected into his arm. Suddenly a loud smashing of glass was heard, as Teresa held onto the the bottom of a beaker. Surprise grew across her face as she realized what she had done.

Janson fell to the floor, knocked out cold. Unconscious in a pool of shattered glass. I let out a loud gasp.

"Okay, let's get out of here" Teresa said to me as she began to undo the restraints. 

As soon as she was done with one arm, Janson stood behind her, his face with a large gash on the hairline, blood dripping down it. He grasped at Teresa's hair, making me and her both scream.

"Teresa! No!" I yelled as Janson flung her over one of the tables. 

I quickly began undoing my other restraint, as Janson chased after Teresa for the cure.

"Give it to me!" Janson yelled as he banged her head forcefully onto the table, knocking her unconscious onto the floor. 

"Teresa!" I screamed. I had undone the belt, running straight at Janson, flying onto him and breaking the glass that encased us in the room.

I landed on my side on the shattered pieces of glass, groaning as I got up on my two feet. Janson seemed to have gotten up at the same time as I just merely missed a punch. I punched back, hitting him in the jaw, and then again I punched, slamming him into the wall. He let out a groan of agony.

 I tried once more, but my luck seemed to have run out as he slapped me on the cheek, beginning to grab at my collar on my shirt, choking me.

I pulled at my shirt, gasping for air as I pushed Janson and I into the wall again, allowing his grasp to loosen. Janson punched me on the cheek with all his might, knocking me to a kneeling position on the floor. The world looked to be spinning as my eyes filled with tears. 

"Come on" He sneered.

I jumped  onto my feet, quickly turning around and going straight at his face, punch after punch. He got his turn to punch me aswell, as he threw me to the floor a few feet away from him.

"Okay.. That's enough" He breathed, reaching into his back pocket, pulling out a gun.

Teresa emerged from the room, breathing heavily. A smirk grew onto Janson's face, but it was only on for so long, as a bomb hit the building, turning our surroundings into a hazy orange. I was knocked back a few inches as I tried to cover my face from the explosion.

published : february 9th, 2023

A/N : heyyy! I WROTE LIKE 3 CHAPTERS IN ONE NIGHT HELPP. i hope you all enojyd this chapter :)