**A little Minho aesthetic**

Minho

Something different was happening today. There wasn't a group of white masked doctors following behind his armed escort. They didn't go to the normal testing room. Minho was dragged, shoved but mostly carried down a few hallways and then into an elevator and down to the main floor. Down a few more halls. He could hardly keep his head up, but he was aware enough to know today was a change. A change in his routine of pain and torture.

A door was opened and was shoved inside. There was nothing in the room, no windows or cameras, or chairs. It was plain white. He stumbled to the wall and slid down landing in a heap. He sat huddled, waiting for whatever was going to happen. He didn't have to wait long.

The door swung open again. Teresa was shoved inside. The door swung shut again, he heard it lock. She looked around, taking in the room, and jumped when she saw Minho slumped against the wall. She came over and slid down the wall, sitting beside him. He glanced at her, she didn't look in pain today.

"Hey." he said softly, even his voice was tired. She smiled at him, her bright blue eyes were filled with compassion.

"Hey yourself. How are you feeling?" She asked, taking his hand gently, her eyes instantly filling up with tears.

He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall.

"They aren't stabbing me with anything, and you seem to be in control of yourself...so I'm great." He said dryly. He heard her snort.

"Any idea what's going on?" He asked, "We actually get the luxury of being left alone."

"I think...I think they are moving us somewhere else. They don't really keep me around. Just when they need their dirty work done...but what I've gathered..."

She paused, took a shaky breath, glancing nervously at him. He had opened his eyes and lifted his head off the wall. 

"The Right Arm has taken out a few more of their big wigs, WICKEDs higher ups. And have been intercepting their supplies from the City to here... So they think this facility is the next target." Teresa explained.

Minho heard the hope in her voice, mixed with nervousness. She squeezed his hand cautiously. But let go when all his muscles stiffened and clenched his jaw. His emotions and thoughts instantly swirled into a tempest.

The Right Arm...where my friends were supposed to be. My friends...Newt, Frypan and Thomas. Friends were taking out WICKED workers and supplies? Why? Why... would they do that? Are they trying to help us? What about...Alex..? What's her game?

When he thought about her, he was even more confused. Half of him wanted to scream and hurt her...

...She worked with WICKED..she believed in what they're doing...doing to me! That's what some of my memories are...everything from the Glade..Jorge's warehouse...she was the one to call WICKED...she blew up the building...

The other half of himself battled those emotions and thoughts and tried to convince him his mind was messed with and it was a lie. Memories and feelings.. especially relief when he found out she was still alive after the building exploded and horrified when he saw her chained to a wall...his heart bursting with feeling when he watched her on the ledge while she watched the sunset...

My memories of her are so real...But she was the reason Chris and Ben were banished. She was the reason Adam died. And Alby...and Jeff and Chuck. Shuck this. Shuck my life. Shuck Alex. She's the reason I'm here. She got me captured...right? I tried to help Sonya... Was it Alex's fault? But...how could that be her fault..? Did I save her? Uhg, I don't know. My head shucken hurts now.

He hadn't seen Sonya since they hulled him off the Berg, almost 8 months ago. Nothing made sense anymore, maybe Sonya was a figment of his imagination. He was so confused and when he tried to sort it out he always got a pounding headache. Some of his memories and feelings were horrible and painful. But others were full of tenderness and this weird warm tingling feeling in his chest and pit of his stomach.

Minho banged the back of his head on the wall, he let out a frustrated growl. He must have scared Teresa because she flinched, and shifted a little further away.

"Sorry."

He tried not to snap, but he knew it came out harsher than he intended. She just smiled sadly at him. She was looking him over, scrutinizing him.

"I know she loves you." Teresa said cautiously but firmly, turning her body to look at him. She seemed to know his mind was battling itself. She was right.

"I think that's why they're messing with your memories of her. Only of her, why not Newt or Thomas? They want to hurt her. Alex and the Right Arm are causing all sorts of disruptions right now. Everyone seem to think she's leading them now. WICKED is scared of her. Janson is scared of her. He never liked her, she was to defiant."

Teresa paused. Minho was watching her, listening to what she had to say, his jaw was still clenched and everything was tense, but he listened. She went on.

"I haven't seen Dr Smith in a month...she was the one who told me what to do...to you, she was the one controlling me." She got quieter on the last part. She looked away, furiously swatting at the tears.

"That's not your fault Tes." Minho grumbled. He was still angry but not at Tes. She was the only person he trusted right now. Maybe that's why he actually listened to her theory.

"She was the head doctor...or researcher for whatever stupid experiments they were doing on you. I think they called this experiment Mind Hijacking. I haven't seen her in a month. Every day for 6 months...and then nothing. I...I think Alex and The Right Arm got her." Teresa whispered.

Minho had stiffened again, all his muscles tense, the veins popping in his arms and neck. His tired fuzzy brain working overtime.

Was that true? They're just shucking using me to hurt Alex because she was hurting them? That would mean she actually loves me... Is she really trying to find us... me..? Would she do all that for me..? Does she love me so much that they think what they do to me will hurt her?

The door swung open again, causing his swirling thoughts to stop. A few guards walked in holding tasers, handcuffs and a contraption that looked like some kind of medieval torture device. Minho's stomach instantly twisted. Nothing good could come of this. His eyes went straight to the taser in the guard's hand. He instantly started to sweat, his breathing became shallow, and his mouth went dry.

"On your feet, Subject A7. A1." a guard barked.

Teresa scrambled to her feet, but Minho couldn't. He was still in a lot of pain, everything was too sore..he was so tired.

"I SAID ON YOUR FEET A7!"

Minho closed his eyes and laid his head back against the wall. He knew a taser was coming. He hated them. His stomach heaved and his heart was now racing. His palms were sweating but he felt cold. It reminded him of being struck by lightning and they used it on him for months now. He knew the pain. And he hated it. He also hated how scared he actually was. He was terrified of the taser and anything resembling lightning.

But he couldn't get up. These guys wouldn't even listen if he tried to explain. The taser hit him in the neck. He felt his body tense. He fell sideways onto the floor, everything twitching and white hot pain shot through his body, into every muscle. He could vaguely hear Teresa screaming which came to an abrupt halt. Maybe it was him that was screaming. Maybe both. The white hot pain slowly died away, leaving him feeling even more tired, and sore. He was hulled to his feet, his hands were cuffed, and the medieval contraption was placed around his neck, it clamped over his mouth, like a mask.

"If you try to make a sound above a whisper, it will taser you." The guard explained, sounding bored.

Teresa met his eyes, hers were huge and shining with tears, she had the same contraption over her mouth.

Shuck our miserable lives.

They marched Teresa in front, the guards had to drag Minho. The group went down the hall to a set of bay doors. Once through the card lock doors, there was a huge crowd of kids being herded into a train car, like cattle. This was the first time Minho had seen other kids. His eyes were huge, head swivelling as best he could, his body rushed with adrenaline, giving him enough energy to be able to walk more or less on his own and look around. None of the other kids had taser masks or handcuffs. They all look beaten and bruised and exhausted. His eyes caught sight of a blond haired girl. She seemed familiar. He stared at her. She turned around and his surprised eyes met her very familiar hazel ones. Her mouth dropped and eyes went wide.

"MINHO?! TERESA?!" She screamed. She was instantly hit in the face with the back of a gun causing her to stumble.

SONYA?

His heart rate picked up, and his breathing became shallow again. He wanted to make sure she was okay, but he also wanted to be angry at her...she was Alex's sister...and he was angry with Alex...wasn't he?

The guard pushed him and Teresa past the crowd of kids, that's when he caught sight of Aris. Sonya and now Aris never broke her eye contact, her eye swelling and lip bleeding. Minho lost sight of her when he was shoved into a separate train car. Him and Teresa were forced into a seat. Their hands and feet chained to the top and bottom of the train car.

They were the only ones in this compartment.    

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**Well...shuck.