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Children you have been warned- Thank

I was running the maze halls. Turn after turn nothing was different. Grey stone wall after grey stone wall. I could feel the heavy weariness setting in. I turned another corner and slammed to a stop. I hit something so hard I fell back.

Sitting up and shaking my head I froze. Dead filled me like ice in my veins. I couldn't move, paralyzed by fear.

She was standing there.

She stood staring straight at me. She looked the same as the night I killed her. Brown curly ringlets messy from sleep, big brown eyes wide in shock and pain. And her pink pajamas, stained bright red, my knife still in her little chest.

She stood in the middle of the maze hall staring at me. Panic set in, I felt it. But I couldn't move. Before I could make my body move she spoke. It was quiet and small her voice, but it was dead. It was lifeless.

"Where is it?"

"Where's what?" My voice was hardly above a whisper. I was surprised I actually got words out.

"Where is it? I lost it."

I felt tears forming in my eyes. They blurred my vision.

"Do you mean... your teddy bear?"

"I lost it."

"I gave it to your brother." I cried,

I somehow managed to get to my knees. I was leaning on whatever invisible wall I slammed into, my hands pressed to it, tears ran down my face. Pressing my forehead onto the glass I cried.

"You did this."

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" I cried harder. Shame and guilt hit me like cold titlewaves. I was drowning in it, I couldn't breathe.

The girl shook her head making her curls bounce.

"Please! Please forgive me! Please! They made me! HE made me! I'm sorry!" I was crying so hard I was choking and gasping.

"Look after him."

I nodded furiously, "yes! I will! I am! I'm sorry!"

"Don't break that promise..."

I held my head and cried pressing my forehead into my knees.

"Jessie, don't cry Love, it's just a dream."

I looked up confused. Sonya was standing in the girls spot. I reached out and my hand hit the invisible wall.

"Sonya? What... what...?"

She folded her arms across her chest, and a frown pulled her lips down.

"You bloody left us!" She spat bitterly, "I thought we were closer than sisters. I guess I'm buggen' replaceable. You left us. Left me!"

"No! That's not true!" I cried desperately, I was banging on the invisible wall. "I tried! I tried coming back! I really did! Sonya please!"

"No. You bloody left me. It's time I left you."

She turned around and walked down the hall and disappeared around the corner. I sat empty, staring at the place where she disappeared. When I looked back I saw Winston and Newt huddled on the ground terrified looks of horror on their faces. Their mouths wide open in a silent scream.

"Guys? What's wrong?" I cried, banging on the shield.

They flinched and whimpered. Winston tried to crawl away. I turned around but there was nothing but an empty maze hall. I looked back confused.

"What's wrong?" I yelled, panic was making my stomach twist and my hands shake.

I slammed my hands on the invisible wall, but my hands were dripping wet in warm fresh blood. I pulled them away and looked at them in horror. My skin was black my fingers ended in claws. I was drenched in blood, my hair was stringy and tangled, ripped out in places. My could feel the fangs in my mouth and the black dead eyes. I could see all the bones in my body, starved from love and affection and gentle touch, starved from tenderness and care. This is how they saw me, finally. They saw me how I saw my self. I tipped my head back and let a wild strangled feral scream rip from my throat. When my lungs couldn't scream anymore I collapsed to the ground, crying hysterically. I knew I was a monster. It finally came through, I had tried to keep it hidden but it was always there, scratching at the walls, begging to come out.

I clawed my way to my feet and stumbled back down the hall, away from the looks they were giving me, I needed to leave, I couldn't see their faces anymore. I needed to hid myself. I stumbled around another turn, but I ran into something solid again. This time there was no shield, I ran into someone.

It was me. I ran into me...But I was different. I looked different. Clear smooth skin, no scares, bright electric blue eyes, better curves in the right places and a kind smile.

"I'm the better you." She said.

Even her voice was light and soft. But there was something off. Her eyes. Her eyes were vacant and empty. They didn't look at me they looked through me, like I wasn't there. I scrambled away. I fell back to the ground. She was being controlled. The Handler was around somewhere. I whipped my head around trying to find him. He was here somewhere. This new me opened her mouth to speak, but her soft voice didn't come out, it was deep and harsh. It was HIS voice, The Handler's voice. His voice came out of her voice. It came from this better me, but it also rattled around inside my head.

"I'm your replacement. The better you. The perfect you."

I looked away, her bright blue dead eyes made me shiver. Heavy footsteps made me look up. Minho walked towards me and crouched down, and grabbed my chin, forcing my head up to look at him. I saw anger in his eyes. He looked down at me with a look of disgust.

"Who would actually love a monster? You have too much blood on your hands, you have red in your ledger. You disgust me, your murder."

"But..." I whispered, "You said you loved me anyways. You told me you accepted it all..." I whimpered.

"And you thought I meant all that? Oh Sweetie, you were that stupid enough to believe me?" He scoffed at me. I curled up.

"I...I trusted you..." I whimpered.

"And that was your first mistake." He spat, "who would ever love a monster?"

My heart broke. What was delicately put together was smashed apart. Minho spun around into the waiting arms of the better me. Her bright blue eyes still dead and vacant. But I watched as she pulled Minho into a wild passionate embrace.

I curled up and sobbed. Pulling at my hair, thrashing my head. It hurt. It hurt more than any physical injury I've had.

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I felt hands on my wrists. They were pinned down above my head and something heavy was on my stomach and hips keeping me from moving. My head thrashed back and forth. Tears soaked my hair. My chest hurt so much from hyperventilating. All the fight left, I was just empty. I stopped struggling and just wanted to melt away, just disappear into oblivion.

The tight hold on my wrists let go and slid down my arms to hold my face when I tried to look away. The warm callused hands held my face gently but firmly in their hands. His thumbs rubbed back and forth on my cheeks.

"Jessie?" His voice was gentle, not harsh and disgusted like in my dream. I just whimpered.

"Jess, Baby, open your eyes, please." Minho pleaded.

I clamped them tighter, hot burning tears squeezed out and slid down my face. I felt him lean down and place his forehead on mine. I felt his warm breath on my face.

"I don't know how to help if you don't tell me what happened." His voice was quiet. I felt the heavy weight from on top of me shift. He was laying beside me now. He pulled me tight beside him. He gently kissed my cheek, kissing the tears away.

"I love you." He whispered.

It made a sob catch in my chest.

"I'm a monster!" I stuttered between my ragged breathing.

"No. You aren't." He said firmly.

"You told me...you told me..."

"I didn't that was a night mare. I would never say that Jess." His hand held my face and gently turned it towards him, "Jessie, open your eyes."

I forced my eyes open, terrified to see the anger and disgust in his coffee coloured eyes. But I saw concern and a quiet gentleness. He was looking at me like I was some delicate dainty object worth treasuring. His fingers gently ran down my face. His eyes danced across my face.

"Jessie. I love you. You're everything to me. It was a dream, nothing more."

"Are you sure?" I whispered, I used the heels of my hand to wipe the tears, "I have more scars than friends. I have more anger than any other emotion. I'm mean.."

"You're honest. And strong, and independent, you're smart and loyal. And your scars tell your story. They show the world that you're a fighter; that nothing can keep you down. And I love it. I want to know each story of each scar." He leaned down and kissed the one on my temple. "What happened to that one?" He whispered against my skin.

"First...it was my first month." I took a shaking breath, trying to rid the horrible feelings that the dream left me with. "I was trying to hull the supply boxes out of the cage on my own."

He hummed and then pulled my hand to his lips and kissed the long jagged one on my palm, "This one?"

"My knife slipped in the rain when I was trying to cut a vine."

He kissed the scar on my shoulder, "What's the story with this one?"

"I don't know. I had that one when I got to the maze."

He slid down lower, and gently pulled my t shirt up, he kissed the long this scar on my hip that went up my side to just under my rib cage. "This one?"

"The target fought back..." I whispered.

"I'm sorry you had to do that alone." He whispered, "Can I kiss it all better?"

He didn't wait for an answer, he gently left little kisses up my side. My heart skipped a beat. He moved to the scar from the Griever stinger. "I know this one." He shifted to the short but wide scar. "What about this one? What's the story behind this one?" He whispered, his finger tips gently trailed across it.

"I was stabbed. The.." I stopped and swallowed hard, "The target...I remember was crazy. It was like he was part animal. Like an actual part monster...his eyes were black and he was slobbering, He wouldn't stay dow..no matter how many times I stabbed him. And he stabbed me."

Minho's eyes looked shocked, but then softened.

"You were a child, and were used by the real monster."

He gently brushed his lips against my skin. I could feel a burning tingling. He left small gentle kissed along my body, everywhere there was a scar he asked if I remembered. He listened quietly, drawing circles on my skin and gently kissing everything. He moved down and did the same thing to my legs. When his warm kisses made contact with my inner thighs I let a small gasp out.

"Minho..." I whispered, my voice was breathy.

"Yes Baby?"

He glanced up at me. His eyes were dark, but not dark with anger...they were dark with a deep desire. He looked at me with a gentle tenderness my stomach backflipped and my breath got caught in my lungs. I couldn't form words any more. He had gone all over my body kissing each little scar, filling me with a hot tingling burning sensation. He left me feeling hot flustered and everything was burning and leaving me wanting more. Words wouldn't work. My mind had stopped functioning properly. My heart slammed into my chest, my lungs weren't working, my chest rose and fell rapidly. He slowly leaned back down and slowly kissed the inside of my thigh again, but he held my eye contact. I couldn't any more and my eyes fluttered closed and a small moan left my lips.

I could feel the smile he had on when he kissed a little higher. He was turning me into a whimpering mess. I felt vulnerable laying on the bed as he kissed me, but I also felt safe. I felt loved. He made me feel hole. He kissed even higher and I threw my head back, and let a small whimpering moan out.

"Minho...please..."

He left my thigh and slowly crawled up so he was over top of me. He ran his nose along mine. I ran my hands up his torso and chest, up to his neck and into his hair. I gently pulled him closer, kissing him finally. Something in my chest exploded, it wasn't fireworks, it was hot though, electricity shot through my body. He pulled away a little. My hands slid back to his bare chest. My eyes fluttered open. I could feel his heart slamming into his chest, it matched the wild rhythm of mine.

"Please...what?" He asked between his wild breathing, his voice was rough and gravelly and made my stomach back flip again.

I slowly lowered my hands and grabbed the hem of my shirt, slowly tugging it up. His eyes grew even darker. He help tug it up and off. He lowered himself down. He went for the spot on my neck that made me gasp and dig my nails into his shoulders. I could feel the rumble in his chest when I whispered his name again. He kissed back up my neck back to my lips.

"I love you." I whispered against his lips.

"I love you so much Jessie." He whispered back.

"I...I want.." I inhaled sharply when I felt his warm hand sliding up my side to my chest. My hands slid up into his hair again, as I involuntarily arched my back into his touch. My eyes fluttered.

"You want what?" His gravely voice growled in my ear.

"You. I want you." I breathed. "You already have my trust and my heart..."

"Are you sure?" he whispered, his breath and lips tickled against my neck.

"Yes! Minho, yes! I want all of you!" I wrapped my bare legs around his hips, and my hands slid up and down his muscled back.

He lifted himself up so he was hovering just over top of me. My eyes fluttered open, and I meet his dark eyes. He took a second to look me in the eye.

"Just...just wanna make sure you're okay."

"Yes." I squeezed my legs and pulled him back down, his bare skin on mine made me hum. He was warm. "Yes Minho." I whispered again.

He let out a growl. And kissed me, sliding his tongue into my mouth. We made good use of the newly installed lock, and the fact it was 3 am. Minho made me feel a burning hot emotion deep in my chest. Fire and electricity burnt through my body; however this didn't hurt like the horrible memories, this felt amazing. He made me feel whole and loved, he made me feel beautiful, broken and jagged edges and all. My past was finally quiet, he kept all those memories and the horrible experiences at bay. I felt like he healed that part of me.

We collapsed beside each other and he pulled me close, I felt his heart beating wildly, he was breathing heavy. He turned to face me.

"Jessie? Are you still okay?"

"I have never felt more whole...Minho...I feel...I don't know how to describe it."

"Throw some words out, I'll put it together." He panted. He had a hand tangled in my hair, I wrapped a leg around him.

"Like...you put me back together. Healed whatever was broken unside..it feels like you fixed it. I gave everything to you willingly. Nothing was taken, I gave it to you. Maybe quieted that wild angry hurt monster inside. At lest for now." I paused, "Does that make sense?"

"Yes, Jess, it does. I love you." He buried his face into my neck and we fell asleep with stupid smiles on our faces, riding on the wild high of endorphins and emotions.