Bewitching

16|Unstable Stairs

I pace across the kitchen, Frypan having given up a long time ago trying to get me to leave. He now watches me from the corner of his eye while he makes today's dessert. As I pass him again I grab a finished bar. "Hey!" He slaps my hand. "If you're gonna to be in here girl, don't be eatin' my food as fast as I can make it!" I huff and sit down next to him. "Sorry, just nervous." He pats my head.
"Oh come on. The only answer is to banish him." I shake my head. "But I'm not sure if that's what I want. Anyway, why aren't you at the gathering?" He finishes another bar. "Those are boring. Anyway, I already told Alby my opinion." "To banish him." "Yep." I sigh and nibble on the bar. "I'm sick to my stomach." He snatches the bar out of my hands. "Then don't eat, stupid!" He sees my face and laughs. "Just kidding Elizabeth. Now come on, don't sit around like a potato, help me!" So for an hour I helped Frypan prepare bars.
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"What's the verdict?!" I attack Newt as soon as he leaves the room. "Patience Elizabeth." He holds his hands up. I lightly slap him. "Come on Newt, if I wait any dang longer in gonna puke!" He backs away and sprints up the steps. "Hey!" I jump up after him. "I'm gonna get you and force-!" I suddenly scream as the wood cracks under me and sends me plummeting underneath the stairs. I land hard. And I mean really hard. My head hits the floor with a SMACK and I'm out.
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I groan and roll over. My head just flat out aches. "Elizabeth!" A voice breaks through the haze. I grab my head and curl up tighter. "Hurts. Why?" I don't have energy to worry about strangers. I feel a cool hand on my head. "Don't you remember?" "Remember what?" More hands pull at me and uncurl me from my ball. I stare up at the people. "Who are you?" They stare in confusion. "Elizabeth, don't you know us?" I shake my head. The Asian leaves, shaking his head. "It's Newt, love." I shake my head at the blonde. "Sorry, doesn't ring a bell." His face twists. "No." He whispers. He turns on the blonde. "You said it was just a mild concussion." "I thought it was." He runs his hands through his hair. "Nobody could have predicted this." I see black spots. I reach toward the boy called Newt and wrap my hands around his wrist. "Newt, I'm not feeling the best." Suddenly everything blacks out.
Elizabeth. It's WICKED again.
Ugh, that voice.
Remember we can control you.
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A/N~ LOL IT WAS A DREAM DID I SCARE THE KLUNK OUT OF YOU!!!???
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I jerk awake, tears streaming down my face, a sharp pain in my head. "Elizabeth. Are you ok? That was quite a fall." I turn my head to see a bunch of gladers watching me. I currently lay on a bed, like in my dream. "Head. Hurts." I breath. Clint pats me. "You'll be better in a few days." I nod, and remember what I was chasing Newt for. "Newt? Results?" He smiles grimly. "He's gonna be bloody banished." I nod slowly, easing the pain a little. Min deserved to be banished, now that I think about it. What he did to me was wrong. And then Alex vanished too. Most people think he ran into the maze and was killed. Most nights he stalks my dreams. Looking back at what happens later makes me wish I would've slept with on eye open at night. I shift slightly, causing a shooting pain in my leg. I cry out and everyone is on me at once. "Elizabeth? What's wrong?" Newt. I want to tell him not to worry, but my mouth won't move. "Don't worry Elizabeth, it's just an ankle sprain."
I nod once at Clint's reassurance. A couple spasms suddenly run down my back, my legs suddenly shooting out straight. Everyone is to distracted by Minho to notice. My mouth suddenly moves, even though I don't want it to. I remember WICKED saying they can control me. This won't have a good outcome. "Newt." I say. He looks at me. Then I lunge for his throat.

A/N~ STUFF IS GONNA GO DOWN!