Newt. He's actually here. Right in front of me.
His hair is still blonde, the blonde I love oh so much, but it's much dirtier. He looks the same... Everything except his eyes. They aren't filled with love anymore. I think they're filled with hate. Hate directed towards me.
"Newt..." I take a step forward, but immediately take a step back when he doesn't reach out for my hand like he used to. He's different. And I'm not sure I like the new Newt.
"Newt," I say, my voice hoarse. "Newt, it's me, Marina. Remember me? The Maze? Remember all those good times? The Scorch? Do you remember any of this?"
Newt reaches behind him, and pulls out a gun. He points it at me. I start to shake. "Newt, please! What's gotten into you? Where's the boy I remember? Funny, sarcastic, light-hearted? What happened to him? Where is he?" I start to cry, my feelings confusing me.
"You will come with me or I'll pull the trigger." He says. His voice is the same. The same accent I fell in love with. But it's not him speaking. I know it's not.
It's W.I.C.K.E.D. I know it is.
I also know that Newt has the Flare. The disease that eats away at your brain, eventually making you go crazy and then die.
But then again, I have it too.
{A/N: I'm such an awful author. My chapters are so short and they suck so much. Gosh.
I know where I want to story to go, but idk how to get there. I'm planning on having the Scorch and everything in between then and now be a maybe prequel type thing? Idk.
I think I might only have a couple more chapters in this book. Then I'll work on my other stories for a while, then I'm probably going to start the prequel thing. Maybe.}
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The Fallen
FanfictionShe wakes up in the Glade. She doesn't remember anything, just like everybody else who came up in the past. She meets Newt, and soon finds herself liking this mysterious boy. But then Thomas comes up, and she feels a connection to him. She finds out...
