It Wasn't Real

Chapter 12

"May I have your attention please." Arthur called silencing everyone. "We will all be leaving for the facility in thirty minutes. Finish all your preparations. When we arrive, everyone take your places. We won't be able to talk again once we get there so I wish you all the best." Everyone nodded. The room suddenly felt grim, everyone looked around wondering who wouldn't make it through the war. Some of the Gladers and Group B were crying and hugging, wishing each other good luck. 

Thirty minutes later, Newt walked over to Chuck. "Looks like you're with me." Chuck nodded, smiling sadly. "You ready to go?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Good. Remember when we get there, lay low and stay with me. Okay?" Chuck nodded. They all loaded in the vans and left. 

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Two hours of driving later, they arrived at the facility. This one was way bigger than the one Newt and the Gladers were in. The building could be seen over the trees surrounding it, making them feel like ants.

"Okay, everyone out." The driver said. "And remember, lay low until you hear from the leader of your group." Everyone nodded and filed out.

They were in the woods just outside the facility. It was late in the afternoon; the sky was a burnt orange. Newt didn't really know anyone in his group, some of the boys he talked to once or twice but they all either died early on or stayed with their own small group of friends back in the Glade, so Newt never got to really know them. The other three groups were surrounding the other sides of the facility hoping to close them in.

His group stepped out of the woods only to be surrounded by government guards. "How did they know we were gonna be here?" A Glader asked. 

Newt stepped in front of Chuck just in case they decided to start shooting. It may have been a while, but Newt still remembered his promise to Thomas.

"I don't know," another said. "Someone must 'ave told 'em."

"Someone betrayed us!?" A girl from Group B exclaimed.

"Everyone get ready!" Their leader finally said, snapping out of his shock. Both sides raised their weapons. "Fire!"

Within seconds the entire area was filled with the sounds of gunfire. One by one people fell, both sides fighting furiously. The government had the upper hand as they had the numbers and the higher grade weapons. Newt's group was supposed to have the element of surprise, but it seemed that was taken away by the traitor. 

Soon enough, Newt had to take cover at the back of the group to reload, when he spotted the dark figure from his dream. He looked over at Chuck to make sure he was safe, and seeing him take cover in the woods, Newt followed the figure to a small alley in between the buildings that Newt's group secured. The figure looked back for one second as they came upon a dead end. The sun was shining in Newt's eyes, making him unable to see the figure's face. The person screamed something, but Newt couldn't hear over the alarms and gunfire. 

Forgetting all about the ending of his dream, Newt started forward, only being able to take two steps before the entire alley lit up. He felt as if someone threw him into a fire, the force of the explosion knocking him off his feet as his entire world went black.

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He woke up to the sounds of explosions. He had been dragged to an unknown area. He was surrounded by the walls of the building but he could still see the sky, as if they forgot to put a roof on when making it. He must have been in the center of the building, where they trained those who had abilities. It was early morning, no earlier than seven o'clock; he must have been out all night.

Newt attempted to sit but fell back gasping in pain. It hurt to even move his head. How was he going to get out of this one? "So you're finally up?" A familiar voice said.

Newt risked moving his head to get a better look at whoever spoke. It was the figure from before, and from the pitch of the voice he could tell it was a female. She had her back turned to him, fiddling with something he couldn't see. 

"Who are you?" He asked, his voice painfully scratchy. The woman finished with whatever she was doing and turned around. Newt knew who she was immediately. "Celia?" He gasped.

"Hey Newt." She smiled.

"What's going on? Why were you bloody sneaking around?"

Celia snorted. "Don't you see? No, of course not. You're the one who only sees the good in people. No matter how bad they really are, you always believe in them." She mocked. "Well, I hate to break it to you but I was the one who set off that bomb. I'm the one who told them where we would be. I am the traitor, and now you are my hostage."

"Why would you do this? Your brother has bloody abilities too."

"It was Bryon's fault Mom and Dad died. Him and his special abilities." She spat. "He tortured them!"

"But you said you didn't blame him."

"Biggest lie of my life. I was only pretending because no one would expect precious little believer Celia, who just wanted what was best for her brother. I was working with the government this entire time, trying to find a way to get rid of his special abilities so Mom and Dad will finally be at peace." Her face was pulled into a sneer, but she had tears rolling down her cheeks.

She flinched and put her hand to her ear, which Newt noticed had a communication device. "Yes sir? Got it." She let her hand fall from her ear and go to her gun, aiming it at Newt. "Sorry love, but they won't take the offer for your life. Say bye-bye."

A/N: Thank you AG2000 for proofreading! You are truly a life saver!!