She's a Runner

I'd Do it Again

I look back, confusedly.

What the hell is he doing? Of course we need her. Was he not listening?

"Right? Not all of her." now he's just egging me on.

He grabs a knife and goes over to her. "We just need her finger"

I immediately pull him back, taking the knife. "Gally, back off." I say through my teeth.

He smirks at me. "What, are you squeamish?"

"I guarantee you she's done a lot worse to Minho, and to her" he points over to Sonya, who's at my side.

"That's not the plan. Back off." I say, keeping my cool.

But just because I don't want her finger cut off doesn't mean I like her.

"It won't make a difference. Do whatever you want to me. You still won't get through the front door. The sensors will pick you up the—"

"We know." I say, rudely.

"We're tagged." I say, moving my hair out of the way of my neck, showing her the cursed mark that her 'good' organization had tagged us with, like cattle, highlighted be my more exposed veins in that area. "Property of WICKED" I whisper.

"You're gonna help us with that, too." I say, smirking, handing her the knife.

Her eyes widen.

Time skip.

"This is gonna sting." she tells me.

"Let's just get it over with." I say, blankly.

She moves my hair out of the way and cuts into my neck, while I try my best to not hiss in pain.

I can feel her hot breath on my neck.

I smirk. "I don't think you want to be breathing that in."

"I'm immune, remember?" she reminds me.

Way to rub it in.

"So was Winston. Remember him?" I ask, wincing slightly from the pain.

She brushes it off.

"That was from a scratch. It's not currently airborne, and I'm operating on you. I need to get close to do it well." she reasons, with her mouth seeming a centimeter away from my neck.

Well this is a lot closer than how she operated on the others.

I hear loud cough from across the room, and my eyes follow the sound to see Sonya glaring at Teresa.

She gets slightly further away from me, but not my much.

"So what happened, Anna?" she asks me, referring to how I contracted the flare.

She really thinks that the perfect time for conversation is when there's a knife in my neck.

I see Newt overhear, from the chair he's sitting on.

"She doesn't like being called that" he says. And then he gets up and walks over to the others.

"So what happened? I just want an explanation"

"It's not yours to hear" I retort.

"But if you really want to know, I got it from someone who only got it because of your betrayal" I say angrily.

I feel her pull the knife out, and then I immediately get up and walk away from her, not looking back at her.

Time skip.

Teresa's POV:

"Thomas, that's not possible. Brenda should have turned by now. There's no way she could possibly still—"

"All right, that's enough." he says, annoyed and angry.

"You don't believe me?" I ask.

"Do you really expect me to? You made your choice." he says, bitterly.

Why doesn't anyone see that I'm just trying to do what's best for the world?

Annabelle's POV:

"Everything okay over here?" I ask, sensing Tommy's anger.

"Yeah. Yeah, we're done." says Thomas, walking off.

I start walking away too, when I sense what Teresa's trying to do.

I turn my head back, quietly, to see that her arm is reaching down towards the knife, even though everyone's tags have been removed.

I come up behind her and grab her hand before she can reach the knife.

"Nice try" I say, before bringing her over to Gally.

I walk over to Sonya, who's sitting alone, probably thinking.

She hands me a drink.

"You were in love with her, weren't you?"

"I don't know." I respond, truthfully.

"Just be careful. You sort of have this problem where you see the best in people who don't deserve it. You can't save everyone, Belle."

"I can try."