It Wasn't Real

Chapter 4

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About a week later, the break-in was pretty much forgotten. Thomas walked up to Newt in the common room.

"I think we should look now." He whispered.

"I think so too. The guards have stopped following us, so now would be best." Newt replied.

They went to the vacant room, making sure no one was following or listening in. Newt reached into a hole in the couch cushion, pulling out the key card and turning it on.

"Let's see." He scrolled down, and coming upon Thomas' file, quickly pulled it up. "It says you have telepathy."

"What? Still? I haven't been able to use it since W.I.C.K.E.D. took Teresa's chip."

"Well it is possible that after the simulation, our brain will need a while to rest before we can use our bloody abilities again."

"Why?"

"Just think about it. They said that the simulation put a lot of strain on our brains. So our abilities stopped to rest our minds."

"Yeah, that sounds right." Thomas sighed. "What does it say about you?"

Newt scrolled to his file. "It says I have Precognitive Dreaming."

"Which means?"

"I dream the future."

"Well, have you been dreaming the future?"

"I have been having unusually vivid dreams, but none of them have come true yet."

"Maybe for now, you can only dream the distant future."

"Yeah, maybe." He turned the key card off and hid it again before going to lunch.

They almost finished, when alarms sounded and guards began to flood into the cafeteria. They all stood, looking for threats.

"What's going on?" Winston asked.

Newt's eyes widened at the familiar situation.

The guard turned her head to look at them. "We are being attacked!" She yelled.

"Yeah, we got that!" Gally shouted.

Thomas' brow scrunched in confusion when he saw Newt mumbling everything the others said before they even said it. "Did you dream this before?" He asked.

Newt nodded just as an explosion rattled throughout the building. "But this is as far as I got. I woke up at the bloody explosion."

"Great." Thomas mumbled.

Everyone quickly hit the floor and crawled behind tables as gun fire sounded from behind the doors. Some guards went out into the hallway to help, while others stayed behind just in case they broke through.

"Follow me!" Newt yelled to the Gladers and began to crawl towards the vacant room. It was away from the fighting, so it would be safe for the time being. Newt discreetly grabbed the key card from the couch cushion and slipped it into his pocket.

"Why are we being attacked?" Zart asked.

"Don't know." Thomas replied. "But it's better than staying here."

"How do you know they won't kill us?" Minho asked.

"Because they have explosives. Do you really think they would storm in here and use guns when they could just blow this place to smithereens No, they're rescuing someone, and my money isin't on the doctors or the guards." Thomas finished.

"He's right," Alby said. "But what do they want from us?"

"My guess is to get us away from here." Newt said. "There never was a bloody Solar Flare, or a disease, or even Cranks. That was all part of the simulation. We weren't being used to find a cure. We were being tested on for our bloody abilities."

"Abilities?" Gally said, confused.

"I can't go into detail right now, but we all have special abilities. I can dream the future, Thomas is Psychic, and Chuck has Psionic Shield."

Even Thomas looked at him in surprise at the last one.

"I didn't look without you, Tommy." Newt sighed, knowing what he was thinking. "I saw Chuck's ability in a dream. Okay?"

Thomas nodded.

All of a sudden the entire facility went quiet. No alarms, no gun fire, nothing. If he wasn't able to hear the other Gladers' heavy breathing, Newt would have thought he'd gone deaf.

People dressed in black with multiple weapons strapped to them began to enter the room. Guns, knives, grenades, and others that Newt had never seen before.

A man stepped forward and motioned for his team to put down their weapons. He was tall and muscular with dirty blonde hair that was begging to grey. His eyes were a deep blue and looked kind and trustworthy, unlike any of the guards or doctors.

"No need to be afraid." The man said with a thick british accent. "We are here to rescue you."

"Why should we trust you?" Gally asked.

"Because they are against the people who work here." Minho responded snarkily.

"I think we should go with them." Thomas said.

"And why do you get a say?" Gally asked.

Newt squinted his eyes at the leader. "I agree with Tommy."

"Of course you would." Gally scoffed.

Thomas noticed Newt's look. "Do you recognize him?"

"Yeah. I think so. I can't tell when or where. I just feel like I know him."

The man smiled. "I'm Arthur, the leader. Now we need to get out of here before reinforcements arrive."

"Good that." Thomas said before following the men, the other Gladers not far behind.

"What about the bloody girls?" Newt asked.

"We have another group rescuing them. They just informed me that they are safe and will be meeting us at the base." He said as they stepped into the bus outside.

It didn't look like a Solar Flare hit at all. They were out in the middle of nowhere, the grass was green and healthy, the sky a bright blue, trees and flowers growing at the edge of the wide, open area. The building they were in was huge, though mostly destroyed now. Newt sighed as he sat in one of the seats. Everyone was safe now, he knew it.

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