Being held at gunpoint accompanied with a blackmail seemed like one of the most perfect combinations Wicked has made in history. It was either your friends die, or you drive mad saving them. Your blood was considered valuable to WCKD and wants to use you for experiments. But obviously you wouldn't comply with just a knock on the door.

Eventually, you had made the decision to work for them. And you knew you weren't gonna come back. Your friends wouldn't exactly let you go that easily if you told them the truth. Especially a certain someone. So you made up a whole facade of being a traitor, making them hate you. It isn't a lie either. You were leaving them for WCKD. And Newt didn't take this lightly. You didn't even get to tell him you loved him despite all this. But it was too late now.

A few months had passed since. Even though Ava Paige started to warm up to you, they still made you work tirelessly. Almost passing out every single day from how much blood they were taking from you. But rumors started to spread around the city. How Thomas and the others were outside the walls.

It wasn't easy when you were missing him. Newt. The look of hatred in his eyes was still fresh in your mind even if it was a long time ago. So after an eternity of contemplating, you decided to search for them that night. It was easy getting access to the cameras outside the walls, so finding their location was gonna be light work too.

You eventually found them at a seemingly abandoned warehouse, having a discussion. Gally was there too. They were all startled as they heard footsteps, watching as your figure got closer. Guns were pointed at you and someone flashed a light at you.

A familiar blonde stepped in, lowering his gun. "You." His eyes softened, like he'd been longing for you. The rest of the crew realized it was you, {{user}}. "What the hell are you doing here, traitor?" Newt spit out. His sleeve was slightly pulled up, and you saw it. He was infected.