A15 The Innocent

|10| - The Changing

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[NEWT POV]

Thomas was thrown into the pit.

A girl arrived in the shucking Glade.

And Gally's getting on my nerves more than Minho has gel in his hair.

Alby's been injected with something that came up with the girl. And I could only hope that it would cure him of the Griever sting.

I sigh as I sit on my hammock, running my hand through my hair in frustration. 

The glade was falling into bloody pieces without Alby running it.

I can't keep all the Gladers in line like he can, I don't even know how he did it. Or how YN did it.

"Newt?"

I turn my head towards the door, noticing Emmy standing in front of it with confusion and worry on her face.

"Hey, what are you still doing up?" I ask as I wave her over.

She smiles and sits on my thigh and swings her little feet back and forth.

"Couldn't stop thinking. But you look worried, why?"

I pause for a moment before sighing. "It's nothing for you to worry about Emmy, I've got it handled."

She stares at me before nodding her head. "Okay. Is Thomas going to be a runner now too?"

I nod my head. "Yeah, he'll run tomorrow with Minho, and maybe they'll find something in the Griever pancake they made."

She giggles and nods her head, and I smile down at her before kissing her forehead. "Go on to bed Darling, you should rest."

"Okay. Night Newt." She whispers before walking over to the door and walking out again.

\THE SCORCH/

{YOUR POV}

"You really shouldn't be using that YN. You're going to hurt your arm more." Lucy said as I look down through the scope of the gun.

I aim at the crank head from a very safe distance, perfect for target practice. And I pull the trigger, watching as its head blows onto smithereens. I smirk and look up from the scope.

"I think I love this gun."

Lucy sighs and I look over my shoulder at her. Carefully sliding back into the driver's seat of the car, I glance at the map that she was holding, the flashlight illuminating the car.

"So where are we so far?"

"Well, we passed the old bridge a quarter of a mile back that way-"

"Hold on." I roll down the window and quickly aim at the new crank, firing without a second thought.

"Woah, I actually hit it. I didn't even scope it." I whisper in amazement.

"Anyway, if we continue down this road we should hit an old factory where people are rumored to be staying in. Hopefully, they won't attack us," she muttered at the end.

I nod my head slightly before sighing. I see her glance at me from the corner of my eye, but I lean back in the seat and look through the window on the roof.

"What are you thinking about?"

I glance at her before looking back at the moon shimmering above us.

"Do you think we made the right choice? Leaving the Right Arm?" I question.

She pauses before shrugging her shoulders, turning in her seat to face me.