Everbloom ღ Newt TMR²

5. Lucinda Whyte

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>One Week Ago<

Lori woke up on a cold floor. She immediately panicked, thinking she was back in the Maze.

She stood up and took a look around. Everything was white; the walls, the ground, and to make it worse, there was no windows. Just one door.

Lori ran to the door as quickly as possible, but it wouldn't budge. Locked? Seriously? She thought to herself.

She slid down the wall, landing on her bum. After a moment, she pulled her knees tightly against her chest, wrapping her arms around them to keep them in place.

Lori remembered everything. The Maze. The Grievers. The Glade. The boys. Newt. Clara. Newt and Clara kissing. Her breakdown over their kiss. Running through the Maze. Trying to escape the Maze. The Griever attack. Newt and herself admitting their feeling to each other over a ledge, which was really not the right time to be doing so.Her falling down the hole.

Newt looking down at her as she fell, tears in his eyes.

She needed to get out of here and go and find him. She had another go at the door, but it definitely was not opening any time soon.

"Uh!"She cried out in anger and frustration, hitting and punching the door with as much strength as she could manage. But it still wan't enough.

"Let me out of here!" Lori screamed. "You can't keep me in here! I need to see my friends! What do you think you're doing? Who do you think you are?"

She had a feeling that she already knew who was behind her "demise". WICKED. It had to be.

All of a sudden, an intercom was buzzing, but Lori could not see one anywhere in the room. It buzzed a little longer, before the feed evened out, and a voice escaped.

"Subject A6, we need you to calm down. You will be made aware of your circumstances, when we are prepared to inform you." The voice was feminine, yet strict. And Lori recognised the voice, it haunted her dreams.

"Paige? Chancellor Ava Paige, is that you?" No one responded to Lori's question. "I know it's you, so you may as well speak to me, shuckface."

The intercom immediately buzzed, "I would show me some respect young lady. I decide whether you get to live through this visit or not."

Visit. The word struck Lori. Did that mean they would be releasing her?

"Well, maybe I could show you more respect, if you showed me some. How 'bout speaking to me face to face when you're threatening to kill me?" She sassed.

The Chancellor didn't respond, allowing Lori to believe, that she had changed the Chancellor's mind. For good or for bad, was yet to be decided.

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It had been about two hours. About half an hour ago, they had slid a small meal through a slot in the door. A bread roll, meat, vegetables, and a glass of water. She assumed that, due to the style of the food, it was currently dinner time.

She ate her meal, making sure to eat it slowly so that it lasted longer. The bread tasted stale, the meat was dry, and the vegetables were barely cooked. She definitely missed Frypan's bacon.