We've, meaning Pike and I , have got Clarke and everyone else exactly where we want them. Wanheda seems to think that she's been here for 2 years; it's only really been a few months.
Pike has even programmed all the chips so everyone who's been chipped thinks they've been here 2 years as well. It's brilliant, we are brilliant.
" We've got the test 1 results Ali!!" My brother says broadly walking into my office, sitting opposite me.
" How's Wanheda??" I ask
" She's just came back from test 13. How she's managed this long I have no idea but she's still going." He says proudly," she's just returned to her room and doesn't even think about her old life."
" Great. Now what about them results." I say extending my hand as he gives me the sheet.
Taking a moment, I look at the results.
"Is this test for the infants." I say handing them back to him
" Yes but I had Clarke's medical files drawn up from when she was born and the results aren't the same." Pike says
" What are you implying??" I ask intrigued
" Wanheda has already survived so much, her pain-thresh hold is untouchable. Why don't we just metaphorically, put a bit of Clarke into all the babies." He finds over the idea
" How much would we need from her?"
" Well as much as we want. But each test subject needs a certain amount of Blood." He says sternly
" How many will Wanheda's blood make?" I fond over the idea
" 10 at the most."
" We'll give her the night to rest and take her into surgery in the morning." I say and we both stand.
" Not long now." I say walking around my desk to take my brother out the door
" I'll come see you in the morning." He says before leaving.
You know what sucks about being a test subject?? It's the fact that it messes with your brain.
So many times in the past two years I have imagined Bellamy coming back for me or I have escaped and they all end up with someone getting hurt.
But the worst part is that I don't know what's real.
I don't have any energy left to care, or feel sad.
All I feel is rage inside my head
Rage at everyone....everyone except Bellamy and the others.
I can't tell if I'm in a dream right now or if it's even real.
I don't know if sitting on my makeshift bed, in my shitty little cell, thinking about shitty little things is real. It's even worse that I don't care.
But just because I've lost myself doesn't mean I haven't lost he idea of murdering Pike and Ali-
as soon as I get the chance I will; fake or real, if I die in the process I don't care.
I'll kill them.
I'll kill them 1million times even if it's just in my dreams.
" Wanheda..." a smug voice says as the door creaks open slowly but then the woman in red walks in. I say nothing
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The Great WanhedaFanfiction
Most The 100 fan fictions are normally high school or based on the storyline....what if it was a mixture of both?? Minus the 2headed-deer and reapers of course... Clarke Griffin has a secret life within her own life; a life which she wishes to fix...