T R U S T [The Maze Runner || Newt || Book 2]

Chapter 3

Clara POV

Clara felt her blood run cold as she watched Newt's body go limp in the guard's arms,

"No! What did you do?" She cried as the guard pulled her further away, Janson walking next to him,

"Relax, it was just a simple sedative."

"What are you going to do with him?"

"Enough questions."

"Answer me, you piece of shit!" She spat as she tried to wriggle away from the guard. Janson suddenly stopped the guard in his tracks, walking in front of Clara and slapping her across the face.

"Open your mouth one more time and I'll put a bullet through your head."

"Oh, I'd love to hear you try and explain that one to my mother." She chuckled, lifting her head to look at him. She could taste blood on the inside of her mouth and smirked before she spat down on his shoes.

"Alright. That's enough." He said before pulling his pistol out of his waistband and slamming it into the side of Clara's face. Stars appeared in her vision as her head swiveled to the side, a burning pain digging into her jaw where he'd hit her. She tried to fight the tiredness that was overcoming her, but failed miserably, her head flopping down as everything went black, hearing Janson shout one last thing before she passed out,

"Get her to the medical room, prep her for harvest."

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A sharp, throbbing pain emanated from Clara's jaw as she slowly came to. Rolling her head to the side she winced as the movement sent a wave of pain through her and she cracked her eyes open, trying to figure out where she was. She tried to reach her hand up to touch her face but it wouldn't move, looking down she saw two restraints on her wrists, tying her hands to the bed. She struggled against the restraints, trying to pull her hands out of them but stopping when a woman's voice sounded from beside her,

"Stop struggling, Clarissa."

Clara turned to face the voice, rolling her eyes when she realized who it was,

"Mother of the year award right here, toss your kid into a giant death trap then let your bodyguard beat the shit out of her."

"That's enough." She announced, walking towards Clara and taking a seat next to the bed she was lying on, "I'm disappointed in you, Clarissa."

"Can't say I missed hearing that one."

"You used to believe in the cure once upon a time, don't you remember how instrumental you were to this organization? To finding the cure?"

"I prefer not to reminisce about the people I hurt trying to find something that doesn't exist."

"It exists, Clarissa. We're so close to getting it, I just need more time."

"And more kids."

"You know, I really do wish you'd have come to your senses, it's such a shame to lose potential like yours."

"Wait, lose? What are you talking about?"

"Well, it's obvious you aren't going to help us willingly. So the only other choice I have is to harvest your blood. As an immune your blood contains the enzyme we use to make Bliss – it's a temporary cure."

"What? You're just gonna hang me up and drain me like I'm some sort of fucking lab rat? I'm your child!"

"I'm sorry, Clarissa. Truly, I wish you'd given me another choice." She said, standing up and walking towards the door. The cogs in Clara's brain turned quickly, she had to find a way to get out, to find Newt and get the hell away from Wicked.