WeepingWisteria

“Are we surprised?” Alex looked through their bag, making a small noise of pleasure at something in the bag.

“Oh, god they even have the uniforms. Is there a number on the chest?” Alex looks through their own bag to find the same uniform.

“Here’s to hoping we don’t die.” Alex crossed their fingers.

“That’s what I was thinking!” Alex shook her head. “Absolutely insane.”

“I think they’re challenging us at this point. We’re a game to them.” Alex shoved their hands deeper in xer pockets as they followed after Sadie.

“I’m more worried about how hard she flinched almost like she… had…” Alex froze, eyes widening. “Sadie, how close are you to hacking the database?”

Something flickered in Emily’s face, perhaps the burning desire to smack Meyer upside the head, or the inclination to laugh at their little exchange. Instead, she flinched and quickly put ...

Alex shuddered. “God, I hate when she does that.” Emily turned back around and handed Alex a bag. “Your impatience has been noted.”

Emily looked back to the guards. “You are always being watched. My office, tomorrow please.” Her voice just sounded so cheery like she was almost giddy to be threatening these ...

“Sadie Lovett?” Emily turned her head, the dullness of her eyes the slightest bit less cruel. “Would you agree with that sentiment?”

“That’s not what I asked.” She leaned towards him, half smile starkly pronounced. Her green eyes were blank in an almost sinister way. “Have you been respecting the mission?”

Emily turned to one of the guards, head tilted just enough to the side to seem wrong. “Have you two been respecting the mission of the trials?”

“She did ask! Several times!” Alex scooted closer to Sadie, eyes filling with venom and scorn. “You could’ve just answered instead of being vague little pricks about it.”

As Alex had guessed, Emily walked in behind Meyer. Her white clothes stood out against the various colors of the hotel, her ginger bob smooth and sleek as ever. She ...

Alex decided to sit on the floor beside her, giving the guard a timid glare in solidarity.