Bewitching

Chapter 3

Disclaimer- I do not claim to own any of these brilliant characters. They are the amazing works of James Dashner. I only own Elizabeth. Have a good day you shanks!

"Welcome to The Glade."

I felt Newt's grip on my hand loosen a little as if he expected me to let go. I held on a little longer. I flipped it over and rubbed my thumb over the palm of his hand.

He looked shocked. "What the bloody he-" I interrupted him. "Where did you get all of these callouses?" If he looked shocked before, he looked dumbfounded now. "What?"

I rolled my eyes. "What I said." He looked past me to someone by the door. "Minho you spend more and more time around the Greenies. They get more and more sassy."

I snorted and covered my mouth, stopping the laugh before it came.

Newt smiled weakly at me."How was the bloody tour?" I grimaced. "Alby can be bossy." I heard Alby groan from behind me. "I am not bossy. Now hurry up you shank I think they have the room set up for you."

"OK, OK." I turned back to Newt. "Sorry about beating you up. How bad is it anyway?" He grimaced, making his eyebrows scrunch together. "I just have to stay in here for the night. I have a black eye and a massive headache. That punch to the stomach doesn't help things either." I groaned and covered my eyes. "Dude, I'm so sorry. I was just confused and scared and-"

I was inturrupted by a loud boom from outside. I scream and drop to the floor. A large grinding sound follows and the sound feels like it is bouncing around the insides of my skull. I scream again. Something isn't feeling the same here.

Suddenly hands pull me off of the floor.

I have my eyes squeezed shut. I suddenly realize the noise is gone.

It's over. I tell myself. It's gone. I don't know why that sound shook me up so much, but it did. When it happened something just didn't feel right inside me.

I finally feel my surroundings again.

"Greenie? Hey Greenie, wake up. It was just the bloody doors!" I feel arms around me. Newt's voice had come from the side, so he was still in the bed. It must be Minho carrying me, because Alby is no where near that nice. A sudden swaying motion comes and I want to tell it to stop, because I am already dizzy.

I hear voices around me. "What the shuck happened?" "Did she look pale before she collapsed?" "Nah, she was fine, she was just talking to good ol' Newt and then she dropped and screamed when the doors started closing. "Hey, Elizabeth. Elizabeth can you hear me?" The voices kind of faded into a hum in the background of my thoughts.

They swirled around in my head until they were a dizzying torrent. I felt sick.

I was suddenly dropped roughly onto something soft.

The hum into my ears grew into a buzz, then a wail. I screamed for help, but no one was there to answer me. Suddenly little voices started to speak, and I strained to hear them.

Elizabeth. Elizabeth. Elizabeth.

They chanted. You are ours. You don't belong in The Glade and never will. You are a mistake. A failure. A glitch in our system. But don't fret my Dear One. WICKED is good. We will fix this. WICKED is good. Remember now, you are dangerous. You are a threat. You can do things most people can't. But we can control you. One last time Dear, and don't forget, WICKED. IS. GOOD.
The darkness changed to a white mist a picture started to form.

We can hurt the one you love most.

All I saw was a pair of brown eyes before the darkness returned.

Then I started to scream.

A\N: I am on my phone and stuck in this font so yeah. :) thanks for reading you shanks.