Clara POV

Clara felt her blood run cold as she watched Newt's body go limp in the guard's arms,

"No! What did you do?" She cried as the guard pulled her further away, Janson walking next to him,

"Relax, it was just a simple sedative."

"What are you going to do with him?"

"Enough questions."

"Answer me, you piece of shit!" She spat as she tried to wriggle away from the guard. Janson suddenly stopped the guard in his tracks, walking in front of Clara and slapping her across the face.

"Open your mouth one more time and I'll put a bullet through your head."

"Oh, I'd love to hear you try and explain that one to my mother." She chuckled, lifting her head to look at him. She could taste blood on the inside of her mouth and smirked before she spat down on his shoes.

"Alright. That's enough." He said before pulling his pistol out of his waistband and slamming it into the side of Clara's face. Stars appeared in her vision as her head swiveled to the side, a burning pain digging into her jaw where he'd hit her. She tried to fight the tiredness that was overcoming her, but failed miserably, her head flopping down as everything went black, hearing Janson shout one last thing before she passed out,

"Get her to the medical room, prep her for harvest."

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A sharp, throbbing pain emanated from Clara's jaw as she slowly came to. Rolling her head to the side she winced as the movement sent a wave of pain through her and she cracked her eyes open, trying to figure out where she was. She tried to reach her hand up to touch her face but it wouldn't move, looking down she saw two restraints on her wrists, tying her hands to the bed. She struggled against the restraints, trying to pull her hands out of them but stopping when a woman's voice sounded from beside her,

"Stop struggling, Clarissa."

Clara turned to face the voice, rolling her eyes when she realized who it was,

"Mother of the year award right here, toss your kid into a giant death trap then let your bodyguard beat the shit out of her."

"That's enough." She announced, walking towards Clara and taking a seat next to the bed she was lying on, "I'm disappointed in you, Clarissa."

"Can't say I missed hearing that one."

"You used to believe in the cure once upon a time, don't you remember how instrumental you were to this organization? To finding the cure?"

"I prefer not to reminisce about the people I hurt trying to find something that doesn't exist."

"It exists, Clarissa. We're so close to getting it, I just need more time."

"And more kids."

"You know, I really do wish you'd have come to your senses, it's such a shame to lose potential like yours."

"Wait, lose? What are you talking about?"

"Well, it's obvious you aren't going to help us willingly. So the only other choice I have is to harvest your blood. As an immune your blood contains the enzyme we use to make Bliss – it's a temporary cure."

"What? You're just gonna hang me up and drain me like I'm some sort of fucking lab rat? I'm your child!"

"I'm sorry, Clarissa. Truly, I wish you'd given me another choice." She said, standing up and walking towards the door. The cogs in Clara's brain turned quickly, she had to find a way to get out, to find Newt and get the hell away from Wicked.

"Wait! Mom, wait!" She shouted and she heard the clicking of her mother's high heels coming toward her again.

"Yes?"

"What if- what if I agree to help you? Willingly."

"Well, how would I know if I can trust you."

"You have Newt, if you promise me that you won't do anything to him, I'll help you. You have my word."

Her mother stared her up and down, contemplating the words she was saying, weighing the risks of it.

"Okay." She muttered, walking to the side of the bed and loosening the restraints. When she was finished Clara sat up, rubbing her wrists where the bands had dug into them before gently touching her face, wincing when she felt how tender and swollen it was where Janson had hit her.

"Clarissa, don't make me regret this. Otherwise, it won't end well. For you, or for him."

Clara nodded before standing up, as she got on her feet she wobbled slightly, gripping onto the bed for support before sitting back down again, dizziness overwhelming her.

"Mom could- could you get me some ice or water or something? Please? I can't stand up, I think we can thank Janson for that one."

"Fine. Wait here." Her mother responded, narrowing her eyes at the girl before walking out the door and locking it behind her. As soon as she was gone Clara jumped up, ignoring the throbbing pain in her jaw.

Frantically, she searched around the room she was in, of course, Wicked wasn't stupid enough to leave her alone in a room with scalpels or scissors, but they weren't smart enough to take away the vials of various medications. She scrambled to the white cupboards opposite her bed, rummaging through them and reading all the labels on the small bottles, looking for the right one. Her eyes landed on the small sedative in the corner

Diazepam

She grabbed the vial and stood up, looking for any type of syringe around her. There were none on the countertops so she reached upwards, opening the cabinets and moving her hand around trying to find one. Her heart jumped when her hand brushed over one and she grabbed it, quickly checking the door before moving back to the bed. She took the syringe out of its plastic cover and stabbed the needle into the lid of the vial she was carrying, sucking up a large amount of the liquid inside of it.

The distant sound of high heels clicking grabbed her attention for a brief second and she quickly finished filling the syringe, hiding the empty bottle underneath her and tucking the syringe away inside her shirt before laying down flat on the bed and closing her eyes. She heard the door opening behind her and her mother walking up to her, placing a glass down on the small tab. She felt her mother lean over her, placing a hand on her shoulder and shaking her,

"Clarissa?" She questioned. Clara suddenly opened her eyes, pulling the syringe out of her shirt and jabbing it into her mother's neck, pushing down on the plunger until a third of the liquid had disappeared and pulling it back out again.

"Clarissa... what... a-" Her mother stuttered, trying to walk away but stumbling slightly. Clara jumped off the bed toward her, catching her as she collapsed and laying her down on the bed. She pulled off the woman's lab coat and put it on, rummaging around in the pockets until she found the key card and pulled it out.

"You really need to stop being so gullible, Mom." Clara whispered before her mother's eyes closed completely and her head slumped to the side.

Stuffing the syringe into her pocket she walked towards the door, opening it a crack and checking the hallway. It was clear except for one guard at the right end of it. She opened the door fully and walked out, clearing her throat before walking in the direction of the guard. When she was a few feet away from the guard she stumbled on her feet, almost crashing down to the floor. Her hand slammed out onto the wall next to her and she gasped for air, stumbling toward the man.

"Ma'am? Are you alright?" He asked, reaching an arm out towards Clara as she fell onto him. He caught her and stood her upright, shaking her gently. Quickly she pulled the syringe out of her pocket again and jammed it into the small part of his neck that was exposed under his mask, injecting another third of the liquid into him, leaving her with enough for one more person. She moved away from him as he collapsed to the floor, groaning slightly.

His hand moved towards the walkie-talkie on his belt but Clara grabbed it before he could reach it and tossed it to the side, shaking her head at him. A few seconds later his hand slumped to the side and his whole body went limp, Clara grabbed the pistol that was in a holster on his leg and tucked it into her waistband before turning towards another hallway. She made her way down the passage, checking the signs above every door before she came to the one she was looking for.

Assistant Director Janson.

Clara smirked as she lifted her hand up, knocking on the large metal door and then pulling the pistol out of her waistband, waiting for an answer. The door opened and she acted quickly, grabbing Janson's collar and pushing him inside the room, slamming the door behind her. Her pistol was aimed straight at his head as she shoved him down into one of the office chairs and he raised his hands, glaring at her.

"Your mother did always have a tendency to trust too easily." He said, rolling his eyes,

"Where's Newt?"

"What makes you think I'm going to tell you?"

"Well, if you don't..." She trailed off and lowered her gun until it was aiming straight at his crotch, "I'm going to make sure the world never gets another Janson running around."

"You wouldn't shoot me."

"Is that really a risk you're willing to take?" She cocked the pistol, a smile growing on her face as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"If you shoot me, everyone in the building will hear, and you'll have every guard on your ass in minutes. You'll never make it out alive."

"I think you're severely underestimating me, Janson."

"Alright then. Do it. Shoot me."

Clara's smirk grew wider as she shrugged off the lab coat she was wearing and Janson raised an eyebrow at her. She slowly wrapped the lab coat around the pistol, making sure it was covering the front of it before quickly aiming down and shooting a bullet into Janson's right foot, the lab coat muffling the sound of the shot. He yelled in pain and crouched forward to hold his foot but Clara used the pistol to push him back, pressing it against his forehead

"Tell me where he is."

"No." He hissed, clearly in pain. Clara sighed deeply, looking down before she lifted up her foot and pressed her shoe into the bullet wound on his foot, putting pressure on it. He winced and took in a sharp breath.

"Tell. Me." She demanded, pressing harder and harder into his foot,

"FINE! Jesus, he's in interrogation room C1, first floor."

Satisfied, she took her foot off of his and stepped back, allowing him to lean down and grab his foot.

"Good luck getting past all the guards." He spat, cradling his injury. Clara smiled, pulling the syringe out of her pocket and leaning forward so she was looking him in the eye before jabbing the needle into his neck and injecting the last third of the sedative into him.

"I don't need luck, Janson. Thanks for your co-operation." She smirked, sarcasm dripping from her voice, before stepping away from him. He slumped down to the floor, trying to crawl towards his desk but passing out before he reached it. Clara tucked the pistol back into her waistband before pulling the lab coat back on and walking towards the door. She quickly tied her hair into a neat bun before stepping out of his office and closing the door behind her.