A/N: Here's a slightly longer chapter for you. Just trying to get it posted so haven't proof-read a lot of it. Let me know if you spot anything that drastically needs changing ;)
...other than the plot, of course...
Trace woke up at 4:45am. Usually, she'd laugh at herself and go back to sleep, but today was different.
This day could be her last.
She shuddered and pulled her blanket right up to her chin, already hearing voices from the next room, preparing for the next trial. She didn't want to get up, but she wanted to be with them while she still could, get to know them a little better, considering she hadn't been granted that privilege while reading or watching the series.
Trace grimaced before forcing herself to sit up, throwing her legs over the edge of the bed and quietly climbing down the ladder. She grabbed her shoes and quickly put them on.
"Where are you going?"
Teresa was awake. Trace turned to see her peering up at her from the bottom bunk.
"I'm going to help them get ready."
Teresa looked guilty. Really guilty.
"What is it?" Trace asked, sensing she knew something Trace didn't. Of course she did; Teresa was behind everything.
"I'm sorry, Ava."
"Sorry for what, Teresa? For what you've already done, or for what you're about to do? Because both are pretty shucky."
Teresa sighed and pushed herself up, opting to sit cross-legged. A lot of this reminded Trace of the first time they'd met. Back when she had her Glader besties by her side, and they'd just discovered the shuck Griever Hole. Things were comparatively simple back then.
"I'm sorry for both, I guess. Mostly the latter."
Trace gulped and felt the blood rush from her head. "Do you know what they have planned for me?"
"Yes."
"Can you tell me?"
"No."
"Am I going to die?"
"I don't know."
Though her answers seemed genuine, Trace's stress levels were already through the roof. "Great! You're about as helpful as a bald Minho!"
"What?"
"You're hardly hair-oic."
Teresa placed her head in her hands, refusing to come to terms with Trace's pun. "You're unbelievable," she muttered.
"I try my best to be," Trace said, with a shrug of her shoulders.
A moment of silence passed before Teresa spoke again. "It won't be as bad as you think it's going to be."
Trace stared at her, trying understand her motives. Was Teresa trying to help her? Or just throw her entirely off-balance? She just couldn't work it out.
Trace turned and left without saying another word. She couldn't form another word.
By then, the main room had become slightly more populated. At least a third of the girls were already packed bedsheets with the supplies they'd been given.
"Take more sheets," Trace instructed. "You might need them."
They all turned to look at her, and the air was suddenly tense. Harriet stepped forward.
"We talked a little about why we think they're separating you from us," she said. "The best theory we have is that they're going to use you, get you to work with them, like Aris and Rachel did in the beginning."
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Subject A250: The Flame (COMPLETED)
Fanfiction--Book two in the Subject A250 series-- She took the Grievers down. She survived the maze. She knows the story is far from over. So, how will she fare in the Scorch?
