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"Ok. So Newt and I both blacked out, and don't remember where the grievers took us. What we do remember, is when we woke up, we were both on an operating table. Some dude came in and told us that we knew to much so he 'was going to change our brain'. I did not see his face because he has a mask on. Newt and I ended up escaping, and when we were about to open the door, there were letters on the glass part. It said WICKED. Wicked must be the creators." I said.

"What sucks is that we have no bloody idea on how we can escape, or where they took us. That way we could all escape." Newt added in.

Chris shook his head.

"This is our HOME." Chris said with a hard tone. "Why would you want to leave?"

"What are you talking about Chris? We were thrown into this hell hole! This is NOT HOME!" I yelled. Everyone stayed silent.

"Minho and I have an idea on where the 'exit' might be." Thomas said after an awkward amount of silence.

"Where tommy?" Newt asked and suddenly was all ears. (AKJJWAKG NEWTMAS)

"The griever hole." Minho said.

"Then that's where we're heading." I said and walked off to the map room.

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"Y/N you're NOT going anywhere." Chris said in a stern voice. He grabbed my arm pulling me back. I yanked it away.

"What has gotten INTO YOU?" I gave him a wide-eyed look. My brother was not going to push me around.

The gladers were now surrounding us.

"Why should we risk our lives out there, when we can be perfectly safe here in our HOME." He added emphasis to home.

"This- this is no home! Like I said before. A bunch of psycho wackos took our memory. They threw us in an area surrounded by death! We should take a risk to get out of here!" I screamed. Over time, more and more gladers came to join me.

"Chris- stop. We'd rather risk our lives out there then spending it in here." Thomas piped in, adding a glare.

Newt, Teresa, Chuck, Minho, Gally, Jeff, Frypan, Clint and others joined me.

"We're leaving Chris. Deal with it." Frypan said.

Chris sighed an angry sigh.

"Fine. Good luck against the grievers." With that, my brother walked off with a few others who stayed behind.

Great. So much for having a brother.

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WOooW. Chris isnt much of 'brother goals' now huh? Sorry that updates r short! I'm trying to make the book last as long as possible!

Love ya!

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