-Amber's P.O.V-

"How long has he been unconscious?"

"One hour and counting."

"Don't call Dr. Paige."

"She won't be pleased with this, Jensen."

"Do your job and I'll do mine."

The guards had come in late. Lincoln had started to turn and before I could quickly alert myself in defense, he had jumped on me. It all happened in a flash that by the time I realized that he had turned into a Crank, I already had part of my left arm flesh ripped out.

So here I was, screaming my lungs out as a screeching scream erupted from the deepest places inside me. I didn't black out when he attacked me and left me there to bleed out while he devoured my skin.

Rather I could just stare at him eat what was once mine. I was terrified, horrified that part of my skin was missing. And it hurt like hell. As if acid had slipped on me, like hellfire burning me, and the endless blood spilling made me nauseous.

The scientists tried to hold me down, but I was in so much pain I couldn't stop screaming. I was also crying insanely hysterically. What was I supposed to do? Stay quiet while I could almost see my bone.

A sharp small feeling is punctured in my chest and slowly I start to feel myself get lightheaded and the pain starts to become a tingle. I don't know what they gave me, but for the first time, I was glad for WICKED. Even if they were the ones to put me in this situation.

My throat was dry and it hurt to gulp down the saliva I was making. The light shining over me gave me a migraine and as I tried to adjust my eyesight to it, nothing seemed to progress. My vision was still blurry and I didn't remember much of what happened.

As I regain consciousness little by little, a clearing of the throat startles me. I look to the doors way to see that monster of Janson sitting on the way. He had this sadistic and satisfied look. A smirk plays on his lips causing me to feel the thump of my heart fasten.

"What happened?" I asked him, sitting up. I hissed when the pressure of my body set on my left arm and fell to the side, losing strength. I see a white bandage enveloped on it and flashbacks flood me.

I gasp, using my right hand to touch the area. The minor touch hurts all over again. I feel tears pool in my eyes again.

"Yeah, I wouldn't touch it." he sounds almost humored by my pain.

I glare at him, my eyes trying to manifest all of my hatred, anger, and fury towards him. If I could burn him with my sight he'd be ashes - not even ashes, non-existent. "You did this to me." I spat.

"Me?" he sounds amused.

I nod. "Yes."

Janson claps his hands together making me flinch. I was still jumpy. "How is this my fault? I wasn't even there."

"Exactly," he doesn't cut me off. "I screamed for you guys to help because he was turning, he was hurting and you never came. I know there were guards outside, but not once until he bit me did they come in. So, yes, I blame you." it only made sense.

He was the head of security. The guards answer to his orders. The camera that must be in the room had to show what was happening and he should have been called. Yet, he never gave the order to intervene.

"I see that you decided that we're the villains here."

"Damn right." I made sure to reek my words with as much venom. I wanted to not only show with actions that I hated him but make my words cause an effect. I don't care if they don't care about me, but I know it will tick them off that I wanted nothing more but for them to know how much I despised them. Him. Her.

This rat of a man sighs sets down his gun and stands up. He starts to walk over to me and I lean back on the bed when he forwards down and is only inches away from my face. "You hate us because we make you go through hell for the cure," his breath stinks. "But wouldn't you like to know that all of this had a reason and it was I who came up with it?"

"So what? You want a prize?" I reply sarcastically.

He shrugs. "That'd be nice." I can only scoff. "But, wouldn't you like to know the reason we locked you up and then sent you Lincoln?"

"No." I lied. Actually, I did want to know. Did I want an answer as to why do this to me? Why make me be alone and then wound me like this? What was the damn reason? Yes, I did want an answer.

He looks beside me. "You know you're connected to a heartbeat monitor," he points in its way. "Therefore I can know when you lie and you lied, Amber. I know you want to know. All you have to do is ask."

"I'd rather shoot myself." at this point, death was an easier escape.

He clicks his tongue and makes a sound while shaking a finger no. "We wouldn't want that. Ask, Amber."

"Go to hell."

"I'm going to tell you anyway because if we're going to do this, you need to be aware." he tells me.

Curiosity was killing me, and so was my arm. "Do what?" I bite back my tongue.

He smirks and finally gives back my personal space. He turns around and opens a silver, metal cooler I hadn't paid attention to. He then extracts an injection with a dark blue liquid inside. I recognized it being the serum. "This is the evolution of us survivors. The one thing we've all craved for..."

My heart skipped a beat, various beats actually, the monitor made irregular beepings.

"A cure for the virus." he looks at it in awe, watches it like it's the salvation and it is. Holds it up like newfound gold. Even though I've never seen how gold is, it sounds right to say it in comparison.

I breathe out, "How?"

"It was all you, Amber," he sets it back in the cooler. "You were the one to have it all along," when he didn't close the cooler and looked inside it, I knew he wasn't finished.

"Why do I feel like there's more to this?" I insist on him saying what needs to be said.

The cold room runs colder when he reaches down to take out another thing. This time it's the same injection and with the same liquid. What? "That's the same thing." I grit.

He shakes his head no, the way his eyes flicker from it to me terrifies me. "No, it's not. This is different and the possible solution to our problems."

"How?"

"You don't just carry the cure to the Flare, you don't only reverse the transformation, but you can also create the deadliest weapon," I get lightheaded, my stomach turns in ways it shouldn't and my heart drops at his words.

"Huh?" I was now slowly registering what he said.

Janson has this insane look, this look that only glorifies the "weapon" in his hands. "This can also kill anyone in an instant," he breathes it in, literally, and then puts it back in the cooler, closing it shut with a code. His eyes stare at me and make all my confidence to confront him vanish. "You're gold, Amber."

(A/N) Hello peeps!!

I am on fire updating all of my books this week. I know you've waited for this next chapter for so long, but we're slowly getting into the center of it all. For now, you all now know a bit of the reason as to why she's just so wanted and needed by WICKED. Don't worry, we're not taking anything away from Thomas. What do we think so far?

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