Evelyn lost track of the time. She had no idea how long she withered and cried in pain from whatever they injected into her IV. It finally left her system and she hung slumped, supported by nothing but the chains. Her head flopped forwards and that's how she slept; hanging by her arms. This was how it went. Deferent injections, different outcomes. One made her throw up constantly. The guard just took a hose to the floor. Another injection made her hallucinate. 

She saw everyone as fully gone cranks. Everyone, George and Jack, Clint and Winston and Ben included, they all took turns screaming everything they hated about her, all her failures, how she couldn't save them. Newt was the worst. With his solid black wild crazed eyes, black veins and black bloody phlegm dripping down his chin he screamed at her informing her why she wasn't loveable. Once he had ripped her apart she had to watch as a cranked Newt turn to a cranked Tommy for love and affection in his arms, while they cackled and laughed at her. 

Evelyn hung and sobbed. Begging her mind to take her away. She begged for her own crank to take over and shield her from the madness. But the voice was quiet, leaving her alone. 

It was quiet in her cell, she was in and out of consciousness. Her arms ached and her knees were bruised from being on them for who knows how long. There was a soft thumping, meaning someone was coming to her cell. The door creaked open, it sent shivers of dread down her spine. The person came all the way up to her. She could see their shoes. She didn't bother lifting her head. The person would do what they wanted. 

"Subject X." 

Rat Man. 

Evelyn didn't bother looking up, even if she wanted to, she couldn't. She had no energy, no will anymore. Everything hurt. She had permanent tear tracks down her grimy face. Her eyes had dark circles and were sunken in, she had lost weight from not eating real food, just the IV. 

"Evelyn." Ran Man barked again. 

She just made a noise in her throat. Lifting her head just enough, and then letting it flop back down. Her eyes fluttered closed again.  

"Today is your lucky day. It's time for a shower. However we can't actually let you out into the halls of the compound, seeing as your infected with the Flare. We don't want to making contact with those who haven't contracted it, and we don't want you...cranking out...on anyone." 

He paused, as if he expected her to throw herself at his feet in thankfulness. Evelyn did nothing. She didn't even move. Her mind was exhausted, her head throbbed. She wished Rat Man would go away so she could drift off into nothingness. He cleared his throat and went on. 

"You will also be happy to know all the Subjects have successfully passed Trial three!" 

"You...lied." She whispered, her words were muffled by the muzzle. 

Rat Man finally crouched down in front of her, he undid the top half and she was able to talk properly.

"You...lied. You said..no more trials! Why did you lie that there'd be a cure at the safe haven?"

Rat Man shrugged. "I don't think it was a lie at all. By completing the Trials, by arriving at the safe haven, you and the other subjects helped us collect more data. And because of that there will be a cure. Eventually. For everyone. However...you have a different journey then the other subjects."

"Why...what's the point?" she croaked, she managed to lift her head slightly. 

Janson used a finger to lift her chin higher. He raised an eyebrow at her.

"Here I thought you were intelligent Miss Evelyn." Rat Man answered with such a sickly sweetness her stomach heaved. "Variables," Rat Man answered. "Everything we've done to you has been carefully calculated by our Psychs and doctors. Done to stimulate responses in the killzone, where the Flare does its damage. To study the patterns of different emotions and reactions and thoughts. See how they work within the confines of the virus that's inside you. The Flare has a much stronger hold on you, and we want to know why. Why the Subject with the powers to heal and now destroy, why did you catch the Flare and not be able to heal it, like everything else. We've been trying to understand why in you, there's no debilitating effect. It's all about the killzone patterns, Evelyn. Mapping your and the other Subject's cognitive and physiological responses to build a blueprint for the potential cure. It's about the cure." 

"But...you don't have a cure. Just a klunk tone of data about our brains." 

"Its a step closer. I would have thought, you of all people would want to get a cure. Did you not want a home and garden and a life with a Mr. Newton..?" He asked, raising another eyebrow at her. 

"Shuck you Rat Man." She whispered. With the remaining strength she ripped her head away from his grasp. 

"Well, you should be happy. They have finished with the trials, they will get back together and then they are finished!" 

She lifted her eyes to look at him, she had no idea how to take those words, he had lied too many times. But if they were finally done, they could leave...they were done...She noticed though, he didn't include her in that statement. She knew she wasn't going to be let go, not when she had powers Janson coveted so badly. He had extracted so much blood and other fluids from her body, trying to recreate her powers and figure it out. 

"Well. Anyways...as I said, lets get you cleaned up, shall we?" 

He reapplied the muzzle and stood up and motioned for someone. The cell door creaked open, A guard came in, dragging the hose they used to spray the floor when she kept throwing up. He turned it on and ice cold water shot out. It hit her skin like ice shards, it was freezing. The crank in her mind screamed in protest. He sprayed her from head to toe a few times. She gasped and sputtered, It was so cold her lungs forgot to work goosebumps rose on her skin, and her teeth started to chatter. She shivered trying to stay warm. The water shut off and she was left soaking wet, freezing and shivering. 

She sagged again into the chains and cried. The tears slid down a very familiar track. With her joints feeling like they were freezing up, her mind filled with a fog. Her heart was racing extremally fast, her breathing was shallow, and she knew her lips were blue. Her mind drifted in and out of consciousness. Sometimes to the sound of the crank in her head, most of the time it was because her knees or wrists. She felt the metal cutting and biting into her skin. She felt the warm trickle of blood slowly making its way down her arm. Her hair still dripped with water, her clothes were soaked and clung to her. Again she had no idea how long she was left. Could have been an hour could have been a few days. 

She woke again with a groan and whimper. Her head was throbbing. A steady constant thumping. It was getting louder, making her whimper and flinch. The thumbing was now irregular and speeding up. It was also louder. Evelyn couldn't even lift her head anymore. 

There was a shout that split the silence of her lonely dark cell. It bounced around the walls. Evelyn flinched, clamping her eyes tight, her head throbbing so much it blocked out most of the noise around her. 

"Which way?" 

"I don't know shank!" 

"Well that bloody guard you let go said down here somewhere!"  

"Man this is a spooky place!" 

"No shit! And they have her locked up here some where!" 

Evelyn was to tired and sore to fully comprehend was was going on. She had hallucinations before of rescues and they turn out to be cranks that come to scream at her. She vaguely heard the sound of hurried footsteps. 

"HERE!" 

"Fuck."

"NEWT! Watch your fucken language!" 

"Guys, how the hell do we open this?" 

There was a loud rattling of the rusty metal bar door. It was so loud she flinched, it made her head feel like it was going to split open. The tears slid out of her clamped eyelids. It hurt so badly, everything hurt. She begged for the crank to take her away from this nightmare. She knew it wasn't real. Everyone was finished with the trials. They were free. They could leave. They wouldn't risk anything coming to find her. Rat Man would never allow it. Never. And that's when she knew for sure it was a dream, a horrible nightmare, another hallucination. 

Evelyn could hear some indistinguishable yelling. A few more thumbs and the sound of a loud humming like something charging and then sharp high pitched whirring and a shrill scream from someone. More wild yelling and scuffling. Soft jingling of keys. Then the creaking of her dungeon cell door. More footsteps and someone dropped down in front of her.

"Evelyn?"

She flinched. Waiting the screaming and the horrible accusations to start. She slowly lifted her head, hiding behind her greasy dirty soaking wet hair. Her eyes could hardly open, but they were filled with fear.

She came face to face with big brown eyes and shaggy sandy blond hair. A cry was caught in her throat. She pulled back as best as she could, she didn't have a lot of give in the chains. She shook her head.

"Lee..?" Newt asked quietly, he seemed scared.

"Looks like she went through some serious shit."

"Clearly!" Newt snapped. His head whipped to the side where Minho knelt down. His eyes narrowed.

There was more juggling and scrapping of metal on metal. Evelyn's eyes were flying around the room, trying to look for Rat Man and his remote, the doctors in white holding more different coloured serums injections. L

"Would you buggen' hurry?! She looks half dead!" Newt cried.

He had moved closer to her, but Evelyn pulled away, she was straining against the chains, she felt the shackles cutting into her wrists. The blood trickled down her arm again.

"Shuck!" She twisted her head, terrified.

Sonny and Sonya were working hard to get the shackles off. But there was a big ring of different keys. Evelyn's chest was rising and falling rapidly. She couldn't scream or cry, the muzzle was still clamped over her mouth. She hated these hallucinations. It was the worst of everything. She would take the pain of poison over these ones with everyone she loved.

She thrashed her head back and forth a wild burst of adrenaline flushed her body. She twisted and turned, trying to get away from these figments of her imagination.

"Evy! You have to stop! Please were trying to help you." The voice was soft and gentle but full of urgent worry.

Somehow Sonny got the one chain free from the wall.  She collapsed. Her hands were so heavy she couldn't hold it up anymore. Sonya rushed to the other side of the dungeon and started on the other chain. Someone gently rolled her onto her back and into their chest.

Tears leaked over her lashes and down her cheeks.

"Can we get this bloody mask off?" Newt cried.

Keys were tossed over while her other arm thudded to the ground. Someone was now working on the shackles on her ankles. Newt tilted her head forwards and started on the muzzle, the clasp was at the back. The muzzle fell with a clatter to the floor.

"Evelyn?" He whispered, holding her face in his hands.

"You're not real... none of this is real..."

"It is! It is real! I'm here...were here!" He insisted.

She felt cold air swirl around her one hand. It tickled her skin. She hadn't felt air on her hands in...who knows how long. She hesitantly brough her hand to her chest. Flexing her hand and fingers. The other metal cuff covering her hand clanged to the ground. With a small cry of relief she slowly she brought that hand to her chest. She hadn't been able to do that yet. The shackles around her ankles were finally taken off and without waiting she curled up, curling into the warmth of Newt's body. She had been touched starved for too long. Her body had been so cold for so long.

"I'm here...it's real. It's all real Love."

"...how...?" She whispered. "It's been real before..."

Newt pulled away, looking down at the broken girl in his arms, she pulled her terrified, sunken eyes up to his, there was something off in them. She didn't know what it was, but she could see it. Newt blinked a few times and shook his head a bit, trying to get his hair out of his eyes.

"Believe me Love. It's real this time."

She pressed her cold face into his warm hand, which hadn't left the side of her face, her eyes fluttered closed. Even if it wasn't real...she tried soaking in his warmth, his gentleness, his love. She missed him so much, so much it hurt. She had thought about everyone while she was chained to the wall, but her mind always returned to him. To Newt.

"You're just another hallucination from Him..." Her voice was a horse whisper.

"No. I'm bloody not." His voice was sharp. "And I'll shucken prove it."

He tipped her face up and he pressed his lips to hers. Something inside Evelyn exploded. Her eyes shot open, her heart skipped a beat, and was now slamming against her chest, a wild heat burst from her chest and flew through her body. He pulled back. Evelyn gasped like she was drowning and just took her first breath.

"Told ya true loves kiss always works. Ya shucken Disney princess..." Minho chuckled beside them.

"Well that's just bloody sweet!" Sonya cooed.

"Right?!" Brenda squealed back. The girls were holding onto each other, looking at the couple on the stone floor. Evelyn was crumbled in Newt's arms, held tight to his chest. He just gazed down at her, like she was the most precious breakable thing in the whole world. 

"It's not the first time, it's happened a few times." Sonny commented.

Sonya looked up at him, her eyes big and full of wonder and a sweet wonder. Sonny hummed and nodded. 

"Huh. Who knew." Thomas muttered.

Newt looked back down at Evelyn and gave her a crooked smile. He leaned down tilting her head back up and kissed her again, a little more tenderly, but this time she kissed him back. She raised a bloody and shaking hand and wove it into his hair.

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**Yeah! Were rescued!**