Her (Newt fan fiction/The Kill Order sequel)

Chapter 6 - It's all a lie...

Numbly, Newt watched as Jorge and a reluctant Gally led Marly away. They took her to the shack (worse than it sounded) - a solitary beaten up hut at the edge of the forest.

She stayed there for two days. Two long days of guilt, wondering and hope for Newt, guilt for siding with Minho, wondering about who she was, and hope that she could forgive him. And that he could forgive her. He was lost in his thoughts, when someone tapped on his shoulder. He turned around, expecting to see Harriet or Thomas; any other of the ex-gladers would have just punched him playfully.

He almost jumped out of his skin when he saw Marly standing there, her long hair tied up on the top of her head. She smiled when she saw Newt's shocked expression.

"Hey."

She said, nudging his shoulder.

"You,"

He sighed. This time he was going to get answers. He had to.

"So, I've been thinking, and I think I deserve an apology. You had no right to call me a bitch!"

What, the, hell?! Newt was astonished. She thought she deserve an apology? She was a bloody creator! He tried, and failed, to stay calm.

He was about to give her a piece of his mind, when she burst out laughing.

"I'm kidding! Your face!"

She laughed, enjoying watching him blush beet red. Newt was mortified; again. But he carried on with his plan, and his face stony, stared her out. Only then did he start talking.

"Yeah, well, very funny shuck face. I'm glad that was a joke, because I want an apology actually. Now who the hell are you, and what the bloody hell were you doing with WICKED?"

She smiled, but Newt could tell she was uneasy. He'd hit a nerve, and he continued to dig. But before he could aggravate her further she replied.

"You know who I am... Marly!"

Her voice was shaky, and her brow furrowed.

"Were you a creator?"

Newt whispered, trying to keep his voice steady.

"No! Well... Newt... I can explain..."

"Don't. You can't: nothing you say will make it better. Just stay away."

She wouldn't leave it, and tugged at Newt's sleeve like a child.

"Newt! I... I don't want to stay away.

I like you."

Newt wasn't sure how to react. One sde of him was elated, and relieved, and overjoyed. The other was stunned, scared, even horrified. He couldn't like her, she was a creator; she'd caused all the damage that the maze, and phase two, had caused.

Or so her tattoo said. Thomas' had said he was to be killed by group B, and here they were with them - hell, Minho was getting off with one of them (he'd get onto that later..)! And after all, She'd said she could explain, that they were wrong. Maybe it was okay - maybe she was okay.

Before he could realise what was happening, Marly's lips had locked onto his. Her arms snaked around his neck, and he reached up to stroke her golden hair. It was a short, sweet kiss, but enough to confirm the spark between the two.

"It'll be okay, Newt."

She whispered to him as she backed away, but it was a lie.