The Scorch Trials (Fanfiction)

Chapter 3

(Chloe's POV)

I hated WICKED for what they'd done to me, but I also thanked them for doing it. They'd given me back my sight. Even though I'd seen some of the Gladers before (most because I'd asked them if I could touch their face), I hadn't seen them in colour. Turns out that Newt had longish dirty-blonde hair, brown eyes and clean latte-coloured shirt on and black pants. Minho had short, spikey black hair, green eyes as well as a clean blue shirt and grey pants on. Thomas had brown hair, brown eyes and a green shirt and brown pants on. As I slowly turned around, I saw all the other Gladers in colour for the first time. As I turned around, I began noticing other little details.

'What's that door lead to?' I asked, pointing to a sickly-yellow door on one side of the room.

'What doo. . . . oh. That door. I dunno.' Newt replied.

I rolled my eyes at him and limped over to the door, glad I could actually read the plaque on the door. As I read the words, my eyes narrowed.

'What's up?' Newt asked.

'This is the room Teresa and I slept in last night.' I replied.

Thomas pushed through the crowd and stopped as he read the plaque. I snaked my arm past him and tried to turn the doorknob. I couldn't quite reach, much to my annoyance.

'O-stone-one, care to move?' I growled.

'Oh, sorry. I just found it strange that her last name was Agnes.' He replied, tinting red.

He moved enough that I could turn the knob and open the door. I let everyone else shuffle into the room before I entered (and considering there was about twenty-five Gladers or so, I had to wait for quite some time). Once I was inside the room, I noticed the horrid smell went down to almost non-existent. I was surprised to see Thomas, Newt and Minho talking to a boy around their age. A boy I knew I'd never seen before, much less met.

(Aris's POV)

I walked out of the bathroom and was confronted by about twenty boys.

'Whoa, what are you all doing here?' I demanded.

'Where's the girl that slept in this room last night?' a boy with brown hair and brown eyes shot back.

'I don't know what you're talking about. I slept in that bed over there and got up five minutes ago to go to the bathroom.' I replied.

'That's not true.' A beautiful voice said softly.

Heads turned and people moved to reveal an angel. She was perfect in every way, shape and form. She was tallish with long brown hair, gorgeous green eyes and very fair skin. I noticed she had a large gash on one side of her head, as well as a load of cuts and bruises, but she was still beautiful and had a look in her eyes that said, don't mess with me.

'That's not true.' She said again, walking over to the bed I'd slept in and kneeling down next to it. 'Another girl and I were in here last night, but four strangers took us out at around midnight. This is the same room, as that stain there is a blood-stain from one of the people.' She said, pointing to a tiny stain on the bedframe I hadn't noticed. She stood and faced me, folding her slim arms over her chest. 'I killed one of them, but it's kinda hard fighting off four people when you can't see.' She shrugged.

As a boy with dirty-blonde hair knelt to inspect the stain, a black haired Asian boy spoke to the girl.

'So that's why you were beaten. You probably need to wash that wound as well.' He said, gesturing to her head.