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It wasn't what you were promised. WCKD said they wouldn't hurt anyone, that they would be peaceful as they pleaded their side. They said that by this small betrayal you would save the world. They swore that when it was over everyone would understand and live the rest of their days feeling happier than they ever had.
They didn't follow through. Shoving the absolute love of your life on her knees and putting her arms behind her back so she couldn't move was not peaceful. Blowing up the camp was not peaceful. Killing Mary for not being on their side was not peaceful. Not a single thing about this was peaceful.
Sonya still hadn't looked away from you. Despite the pain that the girl she wanted a forever with could do this, she kept her cold glare. Despite the way she would still never love anyone the way she loves Y/N, the disgust of her decision was clear. Despite the way she would give her life to save her, she let the scowl cross her lips as she never broke her gaze. Even when Y/N was too ashamed to even look at her, she didn't pull her eyes off of her.
She couldn't wrap her head around it. What was the point of all this? Why would they do this? Why would they lie like this? Why would they hurt so many people?
It didn't matter now. It was happening. WCKD was murdering them in cold blood, destroying their hard work, crushing their spirits, and they did it before anyone could blink. Somehow, they had blindsided everybody here, even the girl who called them.
"You said you wouldn't hurt them. Why are you hurting them?"She asked frantically, her voice shaky as she begged Ava for an answer.
"It will be over soon,"She said simply, her tone blank and unsympathetic to everyone's pain.
"But you said you wouldn't hurt anyone. You gave me your word."
"We want peace, Y/N. Do you truly believe we want to spill blood?"
Yes. She did. If they didn't, Mary would still be standing. She wouldn't be dead simply for not seeing WCKD as good.
Y/N didn't either now, but it was too late. There was nothing, absolutely nothing, she could do to take it back. Even though she would give anything to go back in time and not call them, there was no way to. No amount of begging or any kind of bribing could fix it. She had to watch the consequences of her actions, the fatalities she caused, with no way of making it all right.
"Please? Don't hurt them?"She begged, close to tears. This wasn't what she remembered. In the memories they gave her, WCKD always kept their word. They always gave choices and were fair to every last person there, no matter who they were.
Now she has to wonder if those memories were even real. Was it all planted in so she would do this? Was it a trap? Was it a lie before she could even tell? Did it go deeper than anyone could ever dig up?
At the end of the day, it doesn't matter. What's done is done.
With a firm hand, Ava guided her into the berg. Feeling as though she was watching from third person, she did as she was directed to. After all, that always has been what she does best.
One by one, she watched friends and strangers be forced inside, placed in chains, and made to sit on the ground. With gunshots and fighting still happening outside, she listened to it while also feeling as though her head was underwater, muffling all feelings and sounds.
What her mind did pick up on though, what it always will, was Harriet yelling Sonya's name, then Aris's. Knowing who would be here next, she stared at the ground as she purposely made her vision blurry. Not that it was necessary as silent tears spilled down her cheeks, but it gave her something to focus on besides all the hell and havoc that had just gone down in mere minutes.
"I'll be back soon,"Ava stated, patting her shoulder and leaving to the front of the berg, Janson following her as the doors shut. Unable to face what she had done, she kept staring at the floor as regrets of her choice and questions of why they would ow to her flowed throughout her body.
"You fucked up, Y/N. You really, really fucked up,"Sonya reminded her, rubbing salt in the wound with both her words and her bitter and humorless laugh. Staying frozen and silent, she kept the world tuned out of her head as everyone quit speaking until they were right back to the place they had risked their lives escaping from.
