The Safe Haven (A Newt Fanfiction)

Chapter 13

Dylan's POV

He awoke to Gwen shaking his shoulder. "They brought food. You hungry?"

Dylan nodded and sat up. Trays with some kind of soup were set on the floor since there were no tables in the room.

As they sat on the floor eating, a thought occured to Dylan. "How long have you been here?" he asked her.

"Where? at WICKED?"

"No I mean here in this room."

"Oh, I don't know. I think about two weeks. Most of the time I'm out there."

"Helping them?"

"Well, no... I have no idea. They just tell me to do stuff for them. Mostly just riddles and puzzles and stuff like that."

"You've been in here for two weeks by yourself? With nothing to do except stare at empty white walls? How've you not gone crazy?"

She looked up from her food. "I'm immune," she said, a smirk playing on her lips.

Dylan smiled, "That's not what I meant," he said, rolling his eyes. "Why don't you guess the time by when the meals come?"

She shook her head, "They come at random times. For all I know, they could send more food in the next five minutes.

"So you don't know when night is?"

"Nope."

"So when do you know to sleep?"

"When I'm tired."

Dylan sighed. He knew that if he had been alone in this bleached room for two weeks he wouldn't be able to handle it.

They finished their food in silence. Gwen slid the trays by the door claiming that they took them when she slept. As they sat there on the floor, another thought occurred to Dylan.

"What happenes when you need to shower? Or use the restroom?"

She smirked again. "Are you saying I need a shower?" she said.

He bit his lip in an attempt to hide his smile. Sarcasm. Alex was the queen of sarcasm. This girl wasn't too far off. "No I'm saying that I probably smell," he said.

She wrinkled her nose. "Yeah you kinda do."

He frowned at her. She just laughed. "All you do is say 'I need to shower' or 'I need to use the restroom' and a door appears."

"It just appears?"

"Yeah. A different spot every time."

"Have these people ever heard the word 'logic' before?"

"No," she said. This time when she spoke, all hint of humor had drained from her features. "They can basically do anything immaginable."

He didn't know what to say to that so he simply said, "I need to shower." Just as Gwen promised, a door appeared. He got up and walked to it. When he looked back at Gwen, she had zoned out again and was staring at the wall.

He shook his head and went to shower.

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When he was done, his clothes were gone. They had been replaced by simple white cotton shirt and pants that Rat Man were wearing. Great. Now I look like one of them too, he thought.

When he walked back out to where Gwen was, she hadn't changed position. It looked like she hadn't moved from that spot in a thousand years.

Dylan sat in front of her and waved a hand in front of her face. She blinked slowly before her eyes focused on him. When she saw his wardrobe change, she smiled. "I guess I should have warned you about that," she said.

"A waarning would have been nice," he said.

Her eyes unfocused and she stared at the wall again.

He knew he couldn't just do nothing all the time. Eat, sleep, think, stare at walls, repeat. The very thought of that endless cycle made him anxious.

"Please tell me that there is something to do other than eat and sleep."

"Push ups," she said absently.

Dylan rolled his eyes. "Other than that," he said irritably.

"Well sometimes they send me books. They're really old though."

"What are they called?" he asked.

"One of my favorites was callled The Hunger Games. That series was pretty good. Another one of my top favorites was a series called Harry Potter. It was amazing! And there was alot more of those so it kept me busy for a longer time."

"But you told me that you've been here for about two weeks. How can you finish two series in that amount of time?"

She gave him a look that said, you know not of my power. "That was just one time. Whenever I'm not doing something for them out there I'm in here. Once, I think I was in here for over two months.

Dylan shook his head in disbelief. "Any book you're reading right now?"

She frowned. "No, they haven't sent something for me to read in a while."

By now he was ready to change the subject. "We can't just sit here and wait for them to bring food and do nothing. We have to bust out."

Gwen shook her head. "That's impossible. They have cameras, sensors, and gaurds everywhere."

"Newt told us he escaped these people. We can too," he insisted.

She shook her head again. "He and the Gladers were a special case. Thomas and Minho where two final candidates. Brenda was one of them, and they knew neither Thomas not Minho would cooperate if they killed Newt. So they let them escape with the hopes of tracking them down later. If we tried that, I don't think it would end well."

The wheels in Dylan's head began turning as he tried to figure out how they could escape. "I thought they needed immunes. They wouldn't just kill us off would they?"

She hesitated. "No I guess not. But I think trying to fight out way out would be a very bad idea.

He nodded, still thinking. For them next hour or so, he alternated among sitting on the bed, pacing the room, and just staring at the wall. No matter what, he always came back to the same conclusion. Gwen said that the Gladers escaped because they were too important to kill. That was what they needed to do. Become too important to just discard if and when they escaped.

A\N

Hey guys. Hope you're all doing well. Sorry that this chapter is boring. I've had tremendous trouble with writing. But one of my friends helped. Next chapter shall be...interesting *evil grin*

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