The Scorch Girl// Book 2// Newt TMR Fanfic

Chapter 2

This chapter has been seriously delayed. I have re written this as the original had been mysteriously deleted. This story is also taking longer. Anyway please vote and comment at the end and enjoy :)
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I zoned out when Thomas started talking to Aris in his head. A voice brought me back to the present. "Hey" it was one of the Gladers calling out. He was pointing at Aris

"What's that on the side of your neck? Something black, right below your collar" Aris looked confused as he tried to look at what the boy was talking about. "What?" Aris replied. Personally, I don't see anything. Was the glader hallucinating? "Here let me look" Newt offered. He walked over, I avoided looking at his limp.

Newt pulled down Aris's shirt so he could see the supposed black mark. "It's a tattoo" Newt announced. "Who cares, what does it say?" Minho asked eagerly. Both Minho and Thomas went over to look. "What does it say?" Aris asked impatiently, the silence becoming too much. Newt repeated it, "it says, property of WICKED, group B, subject B1, the partner"

"Property of WICKED?" Newt asked. Could it be on everyone else I thought to myself.

Um Rose, Can you talk in your head as well? It was Thomas. I gasped. A little too loudly might I add. "What the shuck" I said out loud. I looked at Thomas while Minho argued with Aris. Newt rushed over, "are you ok Rose" Newt asked. I nodded my head. Try it again Thomas said.

No! Why are you in my head!

I'm not in it I can just communicate with you through it just like Teresa and Aris he explained. My life was just becoming a joke. Telepathy! Seriously? Back in reality though people began finding black ink writing on the back of there necks, Minho's said subject A7 the leader, Thomas' said subject A2 to be killed by group B. Now correct if I'm wrong but isn't that Aris's group? So we were given labels. Tags maybe, but what for? And we have escaped WICKED only to find their mark on the back of our necks. I didn't want mine to be read out. I was scared of what it might say. I didn't need a label, I'm not an object. Everyone had been inspecting each other's necks while I tried to become invisible.

Everything was once again blurry and unclear, the telepathy, the labels, the dead rescuers. I didn't want to believe any of it. I was hoping to wake up it all being a dream. I wanted the horrible dream to disappear and never show up again. But sadly this wasn't a dream. It was indeed reality. My only conclusion was that this was all an elaborate scheme thought up by WICKED. They are creepy to say the least. When the alarms started blaring, of course I covered my ears which never helped much but I stayed where I was. I wasn't bothered to follow anymore. I missed the glade as scary as the thought my be. I missed how simple it sort of was. Map the glade, survive, come back and eat. Go to bed, get up and repeat. But I felt even more vulnerable than before. The greenie bell  was enough to get my stomach churning in fear and curiosity.

I got up and joined everyone else with my hands firmly placed over my ears. It took awhile but suddenly silence took over and I took my hands away from my ears. The constant echo of the alarm was stuck in my headno matter how much I whacked them or rubbed them.
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Thomas was sleeping which took the fear slightly out of everyone for awhile. I wonder what exactly happened and really, what happened to me. I sat on one of the bottom bunks and looked at a wall. I didn't want anyone seeing my label. Newt looked to be having a conversation with Thomas while Minho was no where to be seen. Newt limped over to me and sat down. "Something bloody buggin' ya?"

"No, I'm just thinking" I replied

"About?" Newt urged

"This, I feel as though something big is going to happen" I sighed, "I thought we were finally safe"

"Maybe we are but hey, as long as I you're safe I don't bloody care about anything else"

I pulled a slight smile as Newt wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me up. "Let's go to the common area" he announced.

We walked slowly, hand in hand. I hadn't seen Newt for a night but it felt like forever that we had been apart. When we got to the common area this huge pile of food stood in the middle. I gawked at it and looked at the other Gladers going through it. I looked at Newt who seems to have the same expression as me. I moved forward, Newt's arm moving away from my waist as I grabbed two apples laying on the bottom of the pile. I throw one to Newt with a smile on my face. "Where did all of this food come from?" I asked curiously. Newt shrugged, taking a bite out of his Apple. I did the same, savouring the juicy crunch of the Apple. Minho walked around the pile to see us. "Take a look at that weird shank over there" Minho pointed in the direction of a wooden desk, a man was sitting at the desk reading a book. "Um?" Was all I said. who was that man? does he know what's going on? Minho didn't seem to care. Instead he took some food and walked back to he dorm.

I looked at Newt as Newt looked at me. "guess we need to find out what's going on" Newt says. I nodded, "agreed". I walked briskly over to the man and really wanted to ask him exactly why he looked so calm. But one thing stopped me. An invisible wall for goodness sake!