The Vow {ON GOING}

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disclaimer;

if there is any similarities to the book or movie, that's probably because that's where I got it from. James Dashner owns everyone except Evelyn, Felix, and a couple others.

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Newt

I sat in the corner of the white room, knees curled into my chest. I could slowly feel myself growing crazier by the second, that tiny itching feeling in my brain.

I needed her. I needed to make sure she was safe. They could have her anywhere in the building; she could be dead for all I know. This always made me angry, thinking she was dead. Angry they would take her away from me, angry she would leave me here alone to battle the world on my own.

But it seemed whenever this thought came around, something would come back and tell me she was okay, and if she wasn't, it wasn't her fault, and I always found myself calming more.

I tried to keep my body healthy, eating whatever they gave me and drinking what they gave me, sleeping when I thought it was night and waking when it was morning. The only thing I couldn't keep the same was my body, and I smelled. It drove me mad.

It was the sixth day of week two, right before I was going to sleep when I looked up from my hands and nearly jumped out of my skin.

In front of me sat Evelyn.

Her hair was shiny and straight, falling just belong her breasts. She was wearing light makeup and bright red lipstick to match her dress she wore. Her eyes were their usual bright, vibrant color and wore her signature smirk. She cocked an eyebrow at me before standing.

"Evie?" I rasped out, voice hoarse and cracking.

"Hello Newt," she said, nodding slightly while walking slowly towards me.

I got a sick feeling in my stomach when I heard her speak. She wasn't herself. It was The Dark One.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I was sent here," she answered, crouching in front of me. "To show you who I really am, again."

"It's not this," I replied hardly.

She sneered. "Don't be so sure."

I looked at her, dread filling my chest.

"Newt, everything that happened in the Scorch and the Maze between us was set up. I've never felt anything for you."

"You told me differently in the Scorch," I snarled.

"It was a set up, Newt. I was programmed to say that," she continued, eyes blazing. "And you fell right into my trap."

I shook my head and buried my face in my knees.

"Look at me!" She shouted. "You're alone! I don't love you and Minho and Thomas have better people they want, nobody wants you."

She turned around and strode to the corner of the room, turning her head slightly over her shoulder.

"Don't let illusions fool you, Newt," she whispered and I heard the real Evie.

She turned completely before falling to her knees, scream falling from her lips.

"Newt!" She shrieked.

My heart pounded against my chest and I watched her fall onto the ground, lip bleeding. She let out a whimper and I crawled over to her, moving her hair away from her face before gasping.

She had dark bruises all over face as well as cuts and dried blood. Fresh and dried tears rested on her face and I felt myself panic.

"Evie!" I shouted, shaking her slightly.