The Safe Haven (A Newt Fanfiction)

Chapter 16

Newt's stomach churned as he followed the guards down the endless hallways. He thought about what he was about to witness. "We will allow you to watch for as long as we see fit. But the moment we say to leave you must leave. No questions."

"What if I say no," he said defiantly.

"Then you will remain here."

Newt didn't like that offer but it was the best that he could get. "Fine. When is it?"

"Right now. Please follow us." They walked for such a long time that by the time they stopped his eyes began to strain to see any color other that white. When they finally stopped it was in front of a seemingly dead end. One of the guards pulled a card from his pocket and waved it in front of the wall. The wall parted to reveal a dark room filled with computer monitors. There were a dozen people with white lab coats rushing around, writing things on clipboards, and staring intently at the screens. As he walked deeper into the room, more and more people stopped what they were doing and stared at him. Newt frowned. Bloody shanks. He tried to ignore them and just keep walking.

They finally stopped in front of a wall with a series of small screens covering it. Each one showed a different part of the Glade. He saw the homestead, the deadheads, the box, and the field. Looking at these images only made him angrier.

"Alright, when does this bloody death match start?" he demanded.

"In just a few moments. Please stay here and wait for it to began."

"Like you bloody shanks have given me a choice," he muttered, glancing at the guards behind him.

As he waited, his thoughts wandered to Alex, Dylan, and Gwen. Where were they? What were they thinking right now? He wondered if they would survive this. Even then only two could. He hated for anyone to die. WICKED always manages to live up to their name, he thought bitterly.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw movement on one of the screens. It was the Box rising from the ground. The doors opened and people began to frantically climb put, each one running in a different direction. They must have weapons scattered around the Glade.

Newt searched the chaos for his friends. He finally saw Alex climb over the top followed closely by Dylan then Gwen. Together, they ran toward the homestead. His eyes wandered to other screens trying to see everything at once. There were already fights in the deadheads. Kids with knives and axes and swords and even one with a bow and arrow.

He watched one battle unfold two girls fought axe against sword. The girl with the axe swung frantically and the girl with the sword desperately tried to block. But the axe's attacks were to strong, forcing her to move back with each swing. She tripped on a tree root and fell hard. The sword fell out of her hands. She turned to face the axe girl, now defenceless. She raised her hands and yelled something deaprately. The other girl stood over her, the axe raised above her head. Before she brought it down Newt looked away. That was not something he wanted to see.

He searched once again for his friends. Alex had found and knife that she was using to keep a boy away from Gwen and herself. Dylan and another boy were grappeling on the floor. Two swords lay in the dirt a few feet away. Their wrestling match moved closer and closer to the swords. The boy suddenly kicked Dylan off himself and made a frantic dive for a sword. He grabbed it and charged at Dylan who was struggling to get up. Gwen screamed something to him. Alex turned to see what happened. With the momentary distraction, the boy charged Alex and Gwen. He grabbed Alex's arm and tried to wrestle the knife free from her grasp. She kicked him in the stomach which sent him sprawling on the floor.

"Newt, time's up. Time to go," said a voice behind him. He ignored it and kept watching. Dylan had a nasty slash in his leg. The boy loomed over him, sword raised. Alex and the boy now wrestled on the floor.

"Newt! You will leave now or we will have to use force." A hand grabbed his arm but he brushed it off and watched the screen. Gwen had scooped up Alex's knife and was running to help her.

"Escort Subject A5 to his room." Two people grabbed him. He struggled to break free from then but they were too strong. The last glimps he had of his friends was Alex wrestling on the floor and a sword pointed a Dylan's chest. They dragged him, kicking and screaming, out of the room.