We all froze for a split second. Then we were up and sprinting after Frypan. We skidded to a stop right outside the door, I ripped the door open. Sonya sprinted in. 

"Newt? Jason?" She screamed, sprinting down the hall. There was chaos inside the building. Kids were crying and huddled against the wall, Right Arm nurses were doing their best to help clean then up, get them water and treat wounds. There were a few wrestling around not trusting the nurses. Sonya was pushing her way through, screaming for Newt and Jason. I lost Winston in the chaos. 

A group of nurses came running with an arm full of medical supplies and blankets. I stopped and looked round. Each kid they had rescued looked terrible. bruises, burn marks, scars, malnourished, the same haunted skittish eyes. I felt terrible for these kids. I didn't recognize any of them. I heard Sonya shriek. Pushing my way through I saw her launch herself at Jason. 

"Jason!" She sobbed, tears sliding down her face. 

"Sonya!" He cried in relief. Their wild reunion made them crash into the wall behind them. He had picked her up and she had her legs wrapped around him. She was crying and laughing at the same time. Newt and Thomas came shoving their way through. 

"Minho!" They cried. 

I pulled Thomas into a hug. 

"I'm sorry!" I had to clear my throat, my voice cracked and I could feel the emotions trying to push forward. I felt the shame of bailing, of falling apart, getting drunk and passing out. They went to get Jess while I broke. It wasn't fair. 

"Thomas...I- I'm sor-"

"Stop man." He cut me off before I could finish. "It's all good. Any of us would have..." Thomas slapped my back and then pulled away, clapping me on the shoulder. I turned to Newt. He had a big bloody cut on his forehead,  that had been wrapped up. He pulled me into a tight hug, I could feel his unspoken words. 

"You good mate?" 

"Good is relative. Got a wicked headache, but its fine." 

I pulled away, and looked around, still desperately trying to find Jessie in the sea of chaos. 

"NEWT!" blond hair blurred my vison and Sonya crashed into her brother. He wrapped his little sister up tight and held her as she sobbed. He whispered quietly to her, Jason shoved his way through. 

"Where's-"

"Over there." Thomas nodded to the back of the building. 

Before they could finish I was pushing my way through. I saw Gally sitting on a cot in the hall, his arm being stitched. I slowed down and he caught my eye. He nodded his head, in the direction of the back. 

Gally said quietly. "She's...she's just waking up." 

The way he said it made me pause, and my heart picked up its pace in fear and anxiety. I could feel my palms sweaty. My head kept turning, trying to see her, catch a glimpse, even though Gally just told me that she was in a separate room.

"What? What is it?" I asked, twisting my head back to him.

"I don't get it, man. Every WICKED  gun was back online, They were pointed right at us. They knew we were there and they just let us go in and take them...They let us go."

My mouth was dry, my chest heaved, it hurt, slamming into my ribs. I didn't want to be rude, but I just wanted Jessie. I nodded wildly, and kept looking, as I inched closer to the room. Gally just shook his head. 

"Go. The gas we used on the guards knocked her out, too, but it's off now. You should be there when she wakes up...Tess and Aris and Bucky are with her."" 

I didn't need to be told twice as I turned and started forwards, I called back, "Thanks man!" I pushed through a few more nurses and wild scared abused kids. A door at the end of the hall opened, Aris came out and I knew I had found Jessie. I lunged for the door. I caught it before it fully closed. I heisted just for a second to take a shuttering breath and pushed the door open. I didn't know what I expected, how this would go and my stomach was twisting. 

I froze inside the room. Jessie was sitting on the hospital bed, her back to me. A nurse straightened up and smiled. Bucky and Teresa were standing by the door, leaning on the back wall. Bucky patted my shoulder. 

"We'll be right outside." he said quietly. 

Teresa and him slid out and the nurse left the room. It was now just the two of us. My heart had completely stopped now. Jessie hadn't moved. She sat hunched over, still wearing the white WICKED clothes. They were grimy and stained. Her hair was long now, almost nine months. It was dull though, flat, there was no health to it. I could even see how thin and frail she was. Her hand shook. I slowly took a hesitant step. She hadn't moved, not even to pick her head up. 

"Jess?" I whispered in relief. She was back, she was here. Away from the grip of Janson. Her name made her move. She flinched. I pulled my eyebrows together in confusion. But she also picked her head up, her back stiffened. I could feel my heart slamming, I just wanted to run and wrap her up, I wanted to hold her. I could feel my heart cracking. 

"Jess..? Baby?" I whispered cautiously, and slowly stepped closer and around the bed.  

She slowly turned her head, and I finally got to see her face. Her pale face was framed by greasy dirty stringy hair. Her eyes though made me want to fall to the floor and cry. She looked at me like she was terrified. The haunted fear turned to murder. 

"Jessie..?" I asked in confusion. I had stopped moving, I had stopped at the foot of her bed. I could feel the tears prickling my eyes, I could feel the lump forming in my throat. 

"...you..." She breathed. 

"Yeah...Jess, it's me." I took another hesitant step closer, I just longed to hold her again.

"...you..." She whispered again. 

I watched as her eyes shifted from rage to fear. She suddenly lunged off the bed, screaming like a demon from hell. For being so frail and beaten she was fast. Her hands wrapped around my neck so fast, I didn't know how to react. I fell backwards, crashing into a tray of medical instruments. We went crashing to the floor. She landed on top, her knee pressing into my chest. her other foot pressed into my wrist, holding my one arm flat to the ground. She kept screaming and her hands tightened, cutting off my air. The murder in her eyes scared me more than anything. I knew she was capable of killing.  I struggled, my free hand found her wrist, I tried pulling on her hand, clawing.  Her fingers dug into my air pipe. I was gasping now for air. I could feel my head going fuzzy. Black spots danced in my vision. She screamed in my face. 

Her hand were ripped off of my throat. She screamed even more. I rolled onto my side, gasping and coughing. I saw Bucky holding her down, she struggled and fought like the wild demon she could be. Her physical health didn't help anything, Bucky was stronger on a regular day, he held her as Nana Ann came flying in, she injected Jessie's arm and she slowly stopped fighting an struggling, her eyes rolled into her head. Bucky slowly let go, breathing hard. He picked her up and brought her back to the bed, her head flopped and her arm hung funny. I was still struggling to breath. I pressed the heels of my hands into my eyes, the tears slid down anyways.

Ann came over and crouched down beside me, her eyes full of sorrow. She lay a hand down on my cheek, my eyes full of tears. I didn't understand. Why would she attack me, why would she be so afraid of me that she wanted to choke me out. 

"Come my young hunter. I need need need to look at that injury." 

I sat up, and slowly got to my feet. I saw Bucky strapping her wrists in cuffs, these were soft and padded, but still she was cuffed to the bed. And I felt the sob rise. I slid down the wall in the hall. Ann crouched down, and took a look at my neck. 

"Wh-what.." I tried to talk, but my throat hurt, and my voice was nonexistent. I had to stop and swallow. 

"Shhh. No. No talking." Ann shook her head, she got up to get something.

I sat in the hall, my head in my hands and I let the tears fall. I finally had her back. But that wasn't Jessie. My panic got the best of me and I started to hyperventilate. My breathing got shorter and shallow. It didn't help that my throat was swollen and I couldn't breath properly to begin with. My world started to spin. Jessie wasn't okay. I wasn't okay. None of this was okay. I slid sideways down the wall. My body betrayed me, my world went dark, and I knew nothing else. 

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The table was full of people. I sat beside Teresa and Winston, my arms crossed tight over my chest. My mood had been terrible ever since yesterday. Being almost choked out by the one you loved most puts a damper on your mood. I hadn't gotten over the look of fear in her eyes. Every time I closed my eyes I saw her sunken, red rimmed haunted eyes, the black bags under them and the bruises on her face. I hadn't slept. I had gone back later that night, and peeked through the mirror. 

She was cuffed to the bed and she was screaming and fighting, pulling on the restraints, slamming her head back into the bed. She was exactly like the wild feral animal Janson always treated her like. Bucky stood in the corner of the room, his arms crossed, leaning against the wall. I had watched her for a moment, the horror and heart break of what she had turned into broke me. I turned away and walked away. 

Now we all sat at a table in the communication room. Vince, Jorge, Mary, Ann and Bucky were talking quietly. Everyone else kept giving me looks of pity. It made the situation worse. I hate it already, I hated that Jessie had turned into something unrecognizable. I sat slumped, grinding my teeth, waiting for this meeting to get started. The leaders turned and came over to the table. 

"Alright. The extraction was a success. We got the kids out. As far as we know, there are no more kids. But WICKED is unpredictable and we have no idea what they are planning." Vince said, placing his hands on the table, flattening them out. 

I scoffed. Or as best as I could. The pain in my throat made the noise come out weird. A few people glanced at me. Vince glanced at me as well, but continued like nothing  happened. 

"The captive kids seemed to have calmed down from waking up in a different place. We extracted another sixty two kids, the youngest being eight."

"What the hell?" Winston gasped. 

"Yeah. He didn't look like they used him too much, but that doesn't mean anything. Sammy and him have hit it off." 

The table nodded. The table slid into a tense silence again. Eyes kept flicking to look at me.

"Now. Jessie's condition is beyond my capabilities. This is where Ann and Mary come in." He turned to look at the woman. Mary sighed, her shoulders slumped.

"As far as we can guess..."

"Guess?" I rasped. The bitterness still evident in my words. 

"Yes Minho. As far as we can determine, is that WICKED and Janson hijacked her. We don't know how long Janson's been doing this to Jessie....It's fear conditioning; enhanced with a serum mixed with the Flare, and Griever poisoning. The poison puts the subject-

The table all growled that world. Mary flinched. 

"Sorry. Medical jargon. It puts the person in a dissociative state. And they torture her; with shocks and beatings, while her mind is making up all kinds of horrible situations. Her own mind attacking herself.  They tortured her in all ways possible. Mentally , emotionally, physically...and stripped down her identity. And then all of that suffering and fear is redirected; associated with memories or in this case...a person."

"They can change her bloody memories of Minho?" Newt asked. 

The entire table sat frozen, mouths open and eyes wide. A few had slapped a hand over their mouth. 

"To make him seem life-threatening. They turned her into a weapon. To kill you and possibly all of us, she was already a trained killer...and then to use that and hijack her..." Vince said as he slumped into his chair, and ran a hand down his face. 

"We all saw how you broke through the Hall's mind control, that wasn't reliable anymore." Jorge said, He had leaned his elbows on the table, he was looking at me, making sure I fully grasped the gravity of the situation.  "You could bring her back. WICKED couldn't control her anymore. So.. Janson went deep into the beginnings of the The Hall experiments, and found this one."  Jorge explained. 

"But you can revers it, right?" Winston asked.

"Fear is the most difficult difficult- hardest things- hardest emotions to overcome. Humans are hardwired to remember fear best." Nana Ann said quietly. I turned my desperate eyes to her. She gave me an encouraging smile. "It is not not not new terrain, young hunter. I was subject...subject... I was their first human trial with the hjacking. Yes...He He He did this- I was broken. But she is not. Our She wolf is only lost. We will find her with patience and gentle love. It will take time time time. But we will find her and bring her home. Yes? Young Hunter, she will come home, we just need to go hunting and be gentle." 

Everyone at the table had looked down or away from me. I felt alone and lost. How could they change Jessie back into who she was? Janson had turned her into a feral animal who was set on killing me. I closed my eyes tight and tried not to slip into the hopeless despair.  

•×•

× Mockingjay meshes quite well with TMR. And I'm very much 
enjoying twisting them together ×

×Uh oh. Hijacked Jessie.×