It Wasn't Real

Chapter 6

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They were awoken by the guards knocking on their doors. Newt groaned as he rolled out of bed. He slowly made his way to the bathroom, still half asleep. After he was done getting ready, he went out into the backyard where they would be trained.

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Once everyone was standing in a group, Arthur stepped up. "Right now we will just focus on training you physically. When you get your abilities back we will train those as well. First, I want to watch you spar one on one. I will be assessing your strengths and weaknesses Newt, Gally, you two are up first. The rules are simple; don't hurt each other too badly, and the first one to fall is out. Got it?" They both nodded. "Good. Now, get on the mat."

The two Gladers walked onto the sparring mat. "Fight."

Gally immediately ran at Newt, but the smaller blond dodged at the last second, making Gally stumble. He quickly righted himself and went in for a punch, Newt blocked it with his arm, grunting at the force behind it.

It was a pretty equal match; Gally might have been strong, but Newt was fast. The builder could barely land a hit, and Newt wasn't strong enough to knock him down. Gally began to get angry, Newt was too fast and he hated not being able to land a single punch.

The keeper of the builders smirked as he got an idea. He ran towards Newt, aiming a false punch to his right side. Newt shifted his weight onto his left foot to dodge, but that was just what Gally needed. He moved to kick Newt's leg from under him. It hit and Newt fell with a grunt, looking shocked.

Arthur ran over. "That was excellent, you both watched for the other's weakness." He turned to Newt, who was now sitting up holding his left leg close to his body. "However, you must also remember to protect your weak points."

Newt nodded, taking the hand Gally offered to him. He winced as he put pressure on his bad leg, making Gally's eyes widen. "Did I kick you too hard?" He whispered.

Newt shook his head. "I'll be fine."

Gally helped Newt off the mat, sitting him down on a bench at the edge of the training area. "Sit here for a while." He said.

"I'm fine, really. I just landed wrong."

"I know, but sit here for a few minutes. Just in case." Newt reluctantly nodded.

He watched as Minho bested Winston and Thomas tripped Clint.

He stood up and limped to the group as a female guard was teaching Gally new fighting techniques. She was slim and muscular with long black hair and kind brown eyes. Her skin was rather pale with freckles dusting her cheeks and small nose. Gally tried the new techniques but kept getting knocked down.

It wasn't long before he was fed up. He stood up and glared at the woman, she doubled over in pain. He couldn't move, couldn't so much as look away; all he could do was stand there and stare as the woman screamed and writhed on the ground.

All the Gladers were yelling in shock. They had no clue what was happening. Why did the guard randomly collapse? Newt was the only one who noticed how Gally was staring at her. He ran up to Gally, ignoring the pain in his leg, and grabbed the builder's shoulder.

"Gally snap out of it!" He yelled. "Calm down, you're hurting her." Gally's brow furrowed slightly. "Control it! Just bloody calm down!"

Gally blinked, snapping out of his trance. The woman stopped screaming.