(NOTE: CHAPTERS ARE CURRENTLY BEING EDITED)
In which Teresa wasn't the first girl to come up in the box...
*This is a NewtxOC fanfic*
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Emma wakes up in a dark box, starting her new life with only memories of her name and a boy named Thomas...
the g...
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Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time,
You and I drink the poison from the same vine
Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time,
Hiding all of our sins from the daylight...
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Her heart pounded in her chest, each step echoing through the sterile, dimly lit hall. The cold floor sent shivers up her legs, but it was nothing compared to the icy dread that twisted in her stomach.
A man in a crisp uniform walked ahead, leading them down the narrow corridor, his back straight and unyielding. She didn't dare ask where they were going; the cold, detached look in his eyes was enough to silence any questions before they even formed.
It wasn't until she glanced down that she realized she'd been clutching onto someone's arm.
Thomas's.
Her fingers had wrapped tightly around his sleeve, knuckles white with fear. She hadn't even noticed in her panic.
He leaned in slightly, his voice a whisper meant only for her ears. "Don't be scared."
She turned her head, looking up at him, searching his face for any sign of reassurance. His words were steady, but his eyes betrayed him, he was scared too, just as much as she was. The uncertainty, the fear of what waited at the end of the hall, was shared between them.
Before Emma could respond, the girl on her other side, a dark-haired, sharp-eyed girl, leaned in, her voice a bitter hiss. "You should be scared. They're going to teach us a lesson. A real one. About what happens when you go out there."
Emma's breath caught in her throat, a chill creeping through her that had nothing to do with the cold.
She wanted to believe Thomas, to take comfort in his words, but the girl's warning gnawed at her. The group had been caught outside the facility, wandering where they weren't supposed to, and now they were paying the price.
She remembered the chaos as they were separated from the others, the sharp bark of orders, the grip of hands pulling them apart. Three of her friends had been dragged away, their fearful muttering about "immunes" lingering in the air like a haunting echo.
But she, Thomas, and this other girl had been taken somewhere else.
Somewhere unknown.
"Come on now," a female guard said to them, reaching out to nudge them forward. "If you cooperate, you'll be back in your rooms safe and sound before you know it, with enough time for a quick nap before the wake-up."
