REDEMPTION.
[ chapter fifteen ]

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IN FACT, Evelyn wasn't perfectly fine.

Half an hour before Thomas awoke, Evelyn's eyelids peel open and her eyes are met with a bright laboratory surrounding her. After rushing through a similar building not long before, Evelyn knows she's in a WCKD lab.

She swallows thickly, attempting to rise her hand to her stinging neck, but her wrists struggle to move away from a cold metal beam. Furrowing her brows, she finally looks down, noticing herself tied down to a simple metal chair. She shakes her head, hating the familiar feeling of having her limbs tied down as she attempts to kick her legs, but those too are bound.

She begins to shout, struggling frantically against the binds that constrict her. She lets out loud yells, writhing her body back and forth, but her wrists and ankles stay taped down securely, her fighting making no difference. So, she relaxes slightly and her lip quivers at the realisation of where she is. She's back in their hands, in his hands.

Quickly, she glances around the rest of the room, noticing she is the only one there. She begins to scan table tops, searching for some sort of weapon or utensil she can use to escape, but all she finds is scientific equipment. She attempts to look out of the large windows in search for someone, but every other room but hers is pitch black and empty.

Until, Janson is stepping through the door opposite her with his usual wicked smile and his hands tucked into his jacket. Evelyn hates the familiar feel of this situation as he begins to taunt her but she isn't listening.

Evelyn stares up his body. The same body that nearly beat her to death, in a situation just like this, leaving her with reminding scars. The same body that shattered her heart when he told her she murdered her own brother. The body that has terrified her  since the moment she stepped onto that train when she was seven. The same body that will do anything to watch her bleed and lose everyone she's ever loved. The body that belongs to the man that will never stop until she's been tortured to death at his feet.

His fingers snap centimetres away from her face and she flicks her gaze up to meet his directly. Her face is emotionless as she studies his excited expressions.

"Are you not listening to me, Evelyn?" Janson tilts his head, lowering himself down slightly to her level.

She remains silent, her lips sealed closed. She hates being so vulnerable under his stare, she detests the feeling of cowering from him. Until, her gaze lands on his wounded shoulder, the blood from it still staining his black jacket and she smirks slightly at the thought of hurting him.

"That doesn't look so good," She says, "You ought to get that checked out."

He steps back, shaking his head, "Oh, don't worry about me, Eve. Teresa's already looked at it for me. I need stitches, but I don't have time for that."

At the sound of the familiar girl's name, Evelyn jaw clenches in remembrance at what she had boomed over the city speakers, "Where's Thomas?" She snarls.

Janson laughs, "Safe."

She tilts her head, her fists curling around the arms of the metal chair, "You lying bastard. Where is he?"

"I'll tell you," He reaches inside his coat, "If you tell me what I want to know." He brings his hand back out, and fury flows through Evelyn's body.

She stares at the set of delicately carved knives in his hands as he runs his fingers over the carvings with a smile. Chuck's gift. She notices the weapon that Minho scavenged for her tucked into Janson's holster on the side of his leg, but she doesn't let her gaze linger on it for too long.

"You've kept them for this long?" Evelyn raises her eyebrows, "Fuck, I really have messed with your mind, huh."

He shakes his head, shoving two knives into his pocket, raising the other to point at her, "Don't make me repeat myself."

Evelyn drops her chin to her chest with a huff, "What do you want to know? Why the fuck am I even still alive?"

He walks over, stopping a foot in front as he glances down at her, "Because I need what you have in here," He raises a finger to tap her temple and she grinds her jaw, already hating the feel of his fingers touching her.

Evelyn squeezes her eyes shut, "The code?"

He hums, smiling, "The code."

She knows it. She's known it since she was first sent into the Glade, but she can't give it to him. If he finds out the code, he'll know the correct formula for the cure. Mary and Ava had spent a lot of time working it into her mind when she was a young child, and she couldn't let their effort to keep it from the very man in front of her go to waste.

"I don't know it," She states, her eyes still closed as she can't bare to look at his face, "I never fucking have."

She feels his warm breath hit her face, informing her that he's lowered himself to be face to face, "Look at me," His harsh hands curl around her chin, jerking her head up, "Open your eyes, Evelyn!"

So, she does, but as soon as she does, a fist connects with her cheek, sending her head to the side as she lets out a groan, immediately tasting the metallic flavour of blood as it floods into her mouth. She fights to stop a tear from rolling down her stinging cheek as she slowly turns to glare up at him once more.

"Really?" She whispers, "Again?"

The blade of the knife wrapped in his hand, presses into the base of her chin, raising her head higher to watch as he smirks down at her. Evelyn can't bare to look at the familiar carvings engraved into the wood handle.

Suddenly, the knife is wiped away from her, and he's pointing through a window into another room.

"He'll suffer many worse consequences than you, if you don't tell me the code," Janson hisses, and Evelyn follows the blade of the knife, her eyes flowing through another window at the love of her life, unconscious and strapped down onto a medical stretcher while Teresa sits looking at him.

Evelyn's eyes go wide, and she begins to struggle in the chair again, feeling the binds dig into her wrists, "THOMAS!" She roars, but not even Teresa takes notice of her.

Janson tuts, straightening up once more, "You willing to tell me the code now?"

She squeezes her eyes shut for a moment, before turning to look up at him, trying to ignore the sight of Thomas, "You need him for the cure. You can't kill him."

He shrugs, "I only need his blood. I can kill him very easily and then take his blood. It's quite simple, really."

She shakes her head at the idea, but she can't tell him the code. It's been drilled into her since she was a child to never tell him it, and now he's forcing her to, "What's the code for anyway? Why don't you just ask Ava for it? I— I—"

"Ava's dead, Evelyn," Janson informs her, "And believe me, I asked her many times. But just like with you, I got no worthy answer," He grinds his teeth, "So tell me before I blow a hole in your boyfriends head and let Teresa take the blood."

Finally, Evelyn let a sob pass her lips as she begins to shake her head; at the idea of him murdering Thomas, and also that she can't tell him the code. As tears stream down her cheeks, Janson starts to yell.

"I can kill him easily! With a single bullet and he'll be gone! You will have lost Newt and Thomas in the same night!"

As he spits in her face, she continues to shake her head, trying to ignore his words, but he won't let her as he gets closer and closer, his volume increasing each time.

"You'll be responsible for his death too, Evelyn! Just tell me the code, and I can save you both!"

Her body vibrates as she cries, squeezing her eyes shut in an attempt to erase the man in front from her mind. She hears a button click beside her, and opens her eyes to watch him lowering his mouth down to an intercom. Her chest continues to pump as she watches him carefully.

"Teresa, kill him," He orders, watching through the window as the girl hesitates slightly before sliding a gun of a table and shakily raising it.

Fear striking through her body, Evelyn begins to fight her binds as she roars the girl's name, but Janson's finger is removed from the intercom so Teresa is unable to hear her screams.

"STOP!" Evelyn yells, her head snapping to the man before her, "JANSON! TELL HER TO STOP! GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HIM!" She feels the binds cut into her skin, and another shout erupts from her lungs.

"Tell me the code, Evelyn!" He lowers his face down to her level, his nose centimetres from hers as he roars over her cries. She stares at Teresa, her lungs burning as she begs, "Evelyn!" He reminds.

The pistol presses into Thomas' temple and Evelyn sobs, her head snapping back to Janson in an instant and her lip quivers as she rethinks everything.

"Fuck," She cries.

"TERESA!" Janson yells over the intercom.

Evelyn shouts, louder than any of the other commotion, "D361X482!" She sobs, "There! That's it! That's fucking it!" She looks back over at Teresa, who's finger is lowering to the trigger, "Tell her to fucking stop!"

Janson laughs, his finger pressing the button again, and his mouth hovers over the mic, "Back off, Teresa. We've got it. Keep him alive." Taking a deep breath, the other girl nods and steps back, placing the gun back down with shaky hands.

Evelyn sobs, her whole body shaking as she slowly drops her gaze to her lap.

"What was it, Eve?" Janson questions, and she hears as he slides the knife back into the holder inside his jacket.

She grinds her jaw, "You heard me."

Letting another gasp of laughter fill the room, Janson turns on his heel and trudges out of the room, flicking the lights of as he exits, engulfing her in darkness before entering Thomas' room. While Evelyn's body begins to still in the chair, she squeezes her eyes closed, attempting to forget everything.

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authors note.
happy new years baes

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