Let's start with the thing that WICKED was hiding: it's the fact that Newt isn't immune to the Flare. Well, there were two things: one thing that he was hiding, and one that WICKED was hiding. He's always been a fairly main character-and he usually ends up providing some reasonable insights to steer the Gladers in the right direction-but still, it always seemed like there was something Newt was hiding. You would get these two groups to work together, even if it's the last thing you do.There was always something not quite right about Newt. You may love this boy somewhere deep down, and he might love you, but there is no way that you would hurt those girls, you're friends, by betraying them for Newt's friends. He wraps his arms around you and brings you flush to his chest. There was no doubt in your mind that you and Newt were together, boyfriend and girlfriend, before either of you were sent into the mazes.Įven if you hadn't gotten that tattoo or seen that memory, you knew you would fall for him again, all over, just because that smile. His arm wrapped around you as the two of you talked, only you couldn't make out the words. You were smiling, actually smiling, and laughing. You could see Newt in the short film that was happening in your head. Suddenly, a flash comes through your mind. You look up and find yourself looking into Newt's eyes. You wanted to know if WICKED put that on you to actually fall for someone and betray the girls or if you really were with one of these boys. You wonder which boy you loved or would love. You knew that, it was a latin word you had remembered, well, known. You had a pretty good guess what it meant.Īmore is love. What does that mean?" He reads in confusion. You nod and watch as he pulls your shirt down a bit. "Can I?" He asks softly, gesturing to the collar of your shirt.
"Here, there's a mirror in the bathroom, you should check." Newt says kindly, guiding you into the washroom. "I'm 'To Be Killed By Group B', Minho's 'The Leader' and Newt's 'The Glue." Thomas announces, pointing out the black print on all their necks. "It's what WICKED tattooed on our friend." Minho murmurs. "You're telling me, her and her friends are supposed to kill me?" Thomas whispers to Newt. "I'm Minho." The asian boy states sitting back down. "She must be part of Group B." The british boy realizes.
"Too, you mean you and your friends were stuck in a maze as well?" Thomas asks. "Maze! You guys were stuck in a maze too?" You question shocked. "We called ourselves that when we were in a maze." A british boy explains.
"We're gladers and we haven't seen your friends. Who are you? Where are my friends?" You ask. The other boys joined him, standing around you curiously, but still eyes filled with anxiousness. "Who are you?" An asian boy spits, jumping up defensively. The large room looked the same as the one you saw with your friends, only it was a group of boys that were sitting around, lounging, eating. Proving your gut's point, you look around and don't see any of your friends, the other girls.Ĭautiously, you make your way to the door and open it slowly. The bunks and arrangement was identical, but this room was colder, less feminine. Your instinct told you that you weren't where you were when you fell asleep peacefully. You lurch up from the bed you were on, breathing deeply.
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