Alex pushed the Doctor inside the old house and closed the door. Inside was an abandoned dining room table and a few chairs and only a small window. No real threat of anyone seeing them. It was dark and musty. Alex indicated for the doctor to sit. She stiffened.
"Sit. Or I shoot a knee cap." Alex growled.
The doctor sat.
"Smart decision."
Alex took the small bag off her shoulders and dug out a rope and tied the doctor to the chair. She was glad Captain Ronin or Jeorge never double check her bag. Vince was suspicious of her and what was inside, but he never asked to see what was inside. She was sure that Captain Ronin had got after him one time and he had left her alone since then. Alex was thankful, because most of the items were stolen from the supply room in the Right Arm camp. Inside her backpack was a rope, scalpel knife, gauze, painkillers and a bottle of any kind of hard alcohol, Alex didn't care.
Alex stood in front of the terrified doctor. Alex dropped her gun onto the table along with her bow and slowly slid her knife out of her belt. Slowly spinning it in her hands.
"This is simple. You tell me what I want to know. And you live." Alex whispered calmly.
The doctor trembled.
"When are the immune kids being transported?"
The shock on the Doctor's face was priceless, "How..how do you know about that?"
"Oh. I know quite a bit, Doctor" Alex sneered at the title. "Now answer my question. My patience is thin." Alex answered quietly, still watching the knife spin. The Doctor gulped and hesitated.
"When are they being transported?" She demanded, looking the Doctor in the eye.
"Thursday." She whispered. Alex stopped spinning her knife and in a swift movement had it pressed against her neck. The Doctor gasped and then visibly gulped again.
"Not good enough." Alex whispered.
"Next month. The 3rd week. Thursday." The Doctor cried.
Alex slowly lowered the knife. "Good. Now what time?"
The doctor clenched her jaw, a little defiance in her eyes. "How do you know I actually know that information?" She challenged, but Alex heard the wobble in her voice.
"Oh I know a lot of things about you Doctor Anna Smith." Alex smiled sweetly.
The doctor's eyes went wide and her jaw dropped.
"Doctor Anna Smith, I know you work directly under that ugly sewer rat who calls himself Director, Janson. I know you are in the inner circle of WICKED elites. I know you are the head doctor for a new research project. And I also know...." Alex dropped the sweetness in her voice, and slowly brought her knife up to the doctor's cheek and slowly dragged it down, making a thin red cut. The Doctor flinched.
"...I also know you are using Minho as your shucken guinea pig. So you better bloody talk. Cause I don't like when people I love are used as shucken lab rats." She paused, "You're losing my interest, Doctor Anna Smith. And that is very dangerous." Alex whispered.
The Doctor clenched her jaw and tried to blink the tears away, but Alex saw a little resolve flash in her eyes, she lifted her chin just a little and said with her voice trembling, "I've heard of you! You're Alex. The thorn in WICKED's side. You would have made a fantastic subject to observe in that Herculean trial, too bad they shut it down after you failed the experiments."
Alex grind down at her, it wasn't a kind smile, it was twisted. Something dangerous flashed in Alex's eyes, making the Doctor shrink back. Alex straightened up, spinning her knife. She knew the Doctor was trying to make her flustered or act rationally. But it wouldn't work, this wasn't her first interrogation with WICKED. She knew how they played. She also knew all this information that they tried to throw her off with. Nothing phased her much these days. She knew she was a science experiment, she knew she was twisted and broken inside.
"Oh, what you heard about me is all a lie." Alex frowned at her.
"What?" The doctor whispered confused.
"I'm so much worse." Alex whispered sisterly.
"I know how much Subject A7 means to you!" The Doctor tried one last attempt to unnerve her, trying to hold something over Alex.
"Then you know how far I'm willing to go to get him back. You claim to know me so well, then you know very well Doctor Anna Smith I will destroy you and WICKED one dead employee at a time." Alex whispered with a deadly sweetness, trailing the knife tip down her other side of her face.
Alex had to work really hard to keep her anger under control, she knew Minho was being used, and it hurt her so much that she couldn't get to him sooner. She could feel a slow twisting knife in her heart every day they had to wait. Alex was furious and could probably kill a whole army, but right now, she was under control, barely.
"So tell me the time, Doctor Anna Smith. What time are they being transported?" Alex stood up straight.
"Noon." She whimpered.
"How do I know you're telling me the truth?" Alex cocked an eyebrow at her, "I've been lied to many many times before. Especially from WICKED." Alex placed the knife under her chin, using the point to lift her chin, waiting for an answer.
The doctor's lower lip trembled and her eyes filled with tears. Alex saw her chest heave, stifling a sob.
"Because you said I could live if I told you what you wanted to know." She choked out.
Alex withdrew her knife and paced in front of her.
"Interesting. So you value your life? ...but not the lives of all the kids you are torturing and draining? Your life is more important than a 12 year old child who you shot and stood by, watching as his sweet innocent life was drained out of him. Your shucking life is more important than the 4 year old little girl I rescued from a WICKED truck last month on her way to a death sentence? Your one single twisted life is more important than an entire generation of children you are sacrificing?" Alex asked evenly. An unnatural calmness took over her body and mind.
The doctor trembled, her eyes wide, her mouth opening and closing.
"Hmm. I thought so. And for the record, Doctor Anna...I do believe you. I just like to see my WICKED victims squirm. I just needed to know how much you value your own life. You killed so many children. It's best to put a stop to that, don't you?"
"Wait!' she screamed, "I thought you said I could live if I told you what you wanted to know!" The Doctor was crying now, tears ran down her face, ruining her perfect makeup.
"I lied." Alex said flatly. She watched for a moment as the doctor panicked. "What's the problem? You should be used to that. WICKED lies all the time." Alex replied, very bored of this conversation. The electricity rush had worn off, and she was craving another rush. She got the information, the doctor wasn't needed anymore. Alex clenched the handle of her knife, she stood over the doctor tied to the chair. She tried to plead and beg for her miserable life.
"Doctor." Alex cut her off, "I don't care."
Alex slit her throat. The bright red blood flowed over her crisp white suit, staining it. She choked on her own blood, her head slumped forwards. She was dead. Alex stepped back and watched, not blinking.
Another Monster gone.
Alex cleaned her blade on the doctor's suit, and sheathed it. She turned to the small bag on the table and pulled out the small scalpel knife, pushing her jacket sleeve up. All along her forearm were little white scar lines. A line for every life she was responsible for ending. She was a horrible person and she knew it. Alex was a failure, a screw up, a promise breaker and a murderer. She could feel the emotions trying to claw their way out of the stone box she kept them locked in. She hated it. Feeling numbness was better, feeling a sharp sting of pain, a rush of adrenaline from something dangerous; anything but the bitter hurt and anguish of losing everyone in the Glade, scorch and Teresa, Sonya and Minho. Alex needed Minho. She needed his comfort and support. Alex wasn't just drifting out to sea anymore, she was drowning in a storm; being pulled under and she couldn't find her way back to the surface. Alex could feel the knife in her heart twisting again.
Before she could let a sob out she made a quick line across her wrist for the soldier she shot with an arrow. She hissed at the sting. She made another cut across her forearm above the last one, for the soldier she pinned to the truck. She took in a deep breath, she could feel the stinging numbness, and the release of emotions. She watched her blood trickle down her wrist over her hand.
What's so special about my blood? It looks the same as the doctor's, as the soldiers, as anyone's. Why am I special? Why do I have abilities others don't?
"Because you are a mistake!" Cackled a deranged voice.
"Shut up." Alex whispered.
The voice crackled even louder.
"You know there's nothing special about you. You were a mistake! A science experiment. A joke! Everything about you is a mistake!" The voice was louder now, almost screaming in her head.
She screamed as she made the last cut. She made it deeper and did it slower, for the doctor she just killed. Three dead WICKED employees. Three bloody cuts across her arm, adding to her long line of scars and dead bodies. The sting of pain drowned out the crank voice in her head. She watched the blood drip for a minute. Exhaling slowly.
Alex pulled the gauze out and wrapped her forearm up. Pulled her jacket sleeve down, angry with herself. Grabbed the pain meds and swallowed them down with a few swigs of the alcohol. It burnt her throat on the way down. She packed her backpack up and swung it onto her shoulders.
Alex pulled the com out of her pocket, stuck it back into her ear.
"I got the information. June. Next month, 3rd Thursday at Noon."
"ALEX! We have been trying to reach you for 10 minutes! Captain and I have been kicking in doors trying to find you! Where are you? Where is the Doctor? Alex, this was not the plan!" Vince yelled in her ear.
"ALEX?! What happened?? Are you okay?" Thomas's concerned voice crackled into her ear too.
"I'm fine Tommy. Vince, you have your information. Why do you care how I get it? I did your dirty work, again. You're shucken welcome by the way. The trucks are drivable. You can drive 'em back, they're full of supplies. I'll see you back at camp."
She pulled the com out of her ear, she could hear Vince cursing and yelling at her. She ignored it and put it back into her pocket. She took one last scathing look at the dead Doctor, blood still seeped out of the gaping wound in her throat. The bright red was quite the contrast on her crisp white suit.
"That was for Minho." Alex choked back a sob.
She finished the bottle and smashed it on the ground by the dead Doctors feet. Alex spun on her heel and left. She closed the door and walked down the empty streets, alone. She wasn't scared. Nothing scared her anymore. Except her nightmares and the voice of the deranged crank in her head. Those terrified her. But she found a way to keep them quieter. She got back to their vehicles, and threw her bow and arrows into the driver's seat of the Right Arm truck. Jammed her helmet on, slapping the tinted visor closed, and left the abandoned mountain city with a squeal of her tires, her head slightly fuzzy.