It Wasn't Real

Chapter 8

As time went on the other Gladers got their abilities back. First Winston got his ability during lunch when he created a sword out of psychic energy. They learned that it was tangible as long as he was touching it. Soon after that Minho got his back. He was describing this secret place he found in the woods surrounding the mansion and it shocked everyone when his description slowly appeared before their eyes. Minho had to learn how to control his ability rather fast after he accidentally gave Zart a panic attack while watching a documentary about volcanoes.

After Minho, came Jeff who discovered his ability when a cut on a Glader's wrist healed as he was examining it.

A week later, Thomas got his ability when he was talking to Newt he didn't even notice he was using his mind to speak until Newt pointed it out. Newt secretly hated Thomas' ability because now Thomas knew what he was thinking at all times, including his dreams especially when he worries about some of the more concerning ones.

Alby was last and he had to work hard to get his back. The government had recently came out with a device to track psychic abilities and only Alby's psychic shadow could render it useless.

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They had just finished the day's training. Gally was finally able to join them again. Newt was in the common room when Bryon grabbed his arm dragging him into a hallway.

"What was that for?" Newt exclaimed.

"Be quiet freak. I want answers." Bryon growled.

"Answers to what?"

"Why did you know my name before I even met you?"

"I already bloody told you, I don't know."

Bryon let go of his arm. "Well what is your ability then? I never see you practicing it."

Newt huffed. "I don't need to bloody practice it. There's nothing to practice."

"Then what is it?"

"I dream the future, but I haven't seen you in any of the dreams I can remember. I don't know why I know you, I just do."

Bryon nodded. "See that wasn't so hard." He walked off leaving Newt slightly confused.

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Everything was dark at first, pitch black and completely silent. The air was moist and cold, it smelled like fresh rain and grass. Suddenly, the field lit up with a yellow and orange glow as a loud explosion went off. All around him was burning. He could smell gun powder and smoke now as the sounds of battle rang out. Smoke and embers rose into the air, the small flecks of light slowly sinking to the ground before disappearing completely.

"Newt!" Someone yelled and he turned toward the voice. Thomas was standing a few feet away, his face illuminated by the fire. "Come on, we have to go!" Newt and Thomas turned and ran back to the group.

"What do we do now!?" Gally yelled.

"I don't know! We lost Arthur!" Chuck yelled back.

"We made it through the trials without Arthur, we can win this revolution!" Thomas said. They all ran back into battle.

One by one they fell- Zart, Ben, Winston, Jeff, Clint, Gally, and eventually poor Chuck. Thomas screamed as the young boy was blown up by a land mine. Newt froze when Alby was gunned down just a foot ahead of him. Not even five minutes after that Minho was shot multiple times in the chest.

Newt screamed and collapsed, almost everyone he was ever friends with was dead. "No. No!"

Thomas grabbed his arm, pulling him up. "We have to retreat."