THE AFTERMATH (after the death cure)

Unwelcome Visitors

NEWT POV

I stare at the roof above me. Lizzy, that was her name. Should I tell her? Probably not. She wouldn't believe me anyway. When the time is right. I wonder if there is a clock somewhere to tell me the time. It can't be too long until they take us to the flat trans. And they still haven't told me about this magical plant that will cure the bloody flare. Maybe I should just try to get to sleep again. But just as I am about to close my eyes I hear an inconceivable shattering noise. I instinctively get out from my bed and look from outside the door. I shove some shoes on and carefully make my way out of the room. I try to keep as quiet as possible but my limp prevents quiet steps. I strain my ears for anymore-peculiar noises and I am met with none. Just as I am about to retreat back to my room I hear a woman giggle from inside a room just a few meters in front of me. My muscles instantly freeze up. I've heard that laugh before. I hear the cackle again. This time it sends shivers up my spine.

That laugh is not the laugh of a sane person.

I realise that it would have been helpful if I had brought something to act as a weapon right now. I inwardly curse myself. A man's voice joins the mix. It sounds as if they are celebrating. Curiosity gets the better of me and I discreetly make my way to the door. Once I've made it over I flatten myself against the wall. Do I really want to do this? Maybe they've got it under control. I choose to ignore my reasonable thoughts and I decide to peek through the glass window that dresses the wall. Very slowly I turn my head towards the window and I am met with a sight that I will never forget.

A women has her faced pressed against the window, her bloodstained face making red smears across the glass. Her nose has been sliced from her face and her lips are blistered and bleeding. Her hair is knotted and ripped in random places on her scalp. I make the mistake of looking into her crazed eyes that look like they could pop out of their sockets at any moment.

I resist the urge to dry-heave on the spot. But its what she does next that makes my muscles go weak.

A deranged smile grows on her lips.

"I know you."

The horror on my face must amuse her because she erupts into loud cackles of crazed laughter.

My body finally reacts to the drastic change of events. For once I ignore the pain shooting down my ankle and I sprint as far away from the woman as possible, shouting, as I go, her haunting voice echoing in my ears.

TERESA POV

I'm sitting on a table. Thomas is next to me and Ava is in front of both of us.

"In a matter of days you two will be sent to the maze to end the maze trials." Thomas and I stare at her blankly, this information isn't new to us.

"We will be putting in the swipe and you two will remember nothing about WICKED." We both nod.

"I need you two to remember, WICKED is good." I nod obediently. But Thomas clenches his fists and I resist the urge to roll my eyes. Ever since Newt jumped off the maze walls he hasn't been co-operating properly. He was watching the monitors when it happened; he went into a huge tantrum and locked himself in his room for a day, without responding to my constant attempts to contact him telepathically. I don't know why he feels such empathy for them. We weren't given much time with the subjects and I suspect he's hiding something from me.

Doesn't he understand this is for the good of humanity? We've been given a chance to do something great, but he seems oblivious to the stakes. He doesn't feel the pressure. Not like I do.

Suddenly I'm not sitting at a table anymore but standing in front of Tom. His eyes dart around the darkly lit room.

"I don't think we're doing the right thing Teresa." He says.

"Tom, what do you mean?" I ask.

"I mean this isn't right! Don't you see! This isn't the way to get answers. There has to be another way." His wild eyes calm and stare into my own. My own eyes flicker down to the floor.

"Thomas, you're just scared. Don't be. It's ok." I argue.

"No Teresa! You don't get it! WICKED..."he exclaims.

He lowers his head and finishes in a whisper, "WICKED is not what we think it is."

The statement makes me feel angry and I don't know why. Maybe it was the fact that we had been working on these trials for our entire lives, or maybe I was in denial, but I knew in every ounce of my being that I couldn't accept it. I crossed my arms defensively over my chest. I shake my head disbelieving.

"Teresa you don't understand-" He starts. I cut him off.

"No Thomas you don't understand," I say, looking him straight in the eye.

"WICKED is good."

Suddenly sirens start to wail. The scene around me starts to collapse the world seems to shake...

My eyes open and I realise I am being shaken by one of WICKED's employees. Her long chestnut hair is pulled up into a tight ponytail and worry is etched on her features. I jolt awake, my heart rate rapidly increasing.

"W-w-what happened!" I ask frantically, shoving my feet into the grey sneakers beside my bed.

"Cranks, they managed to get into the building. You have to get to the flat-trans as soon as possible." She replies desperately. She shoves a grey backpack into my arms.

"Inside there are some clothes and food to bring to the location, they'll have things there as well." She informs. I nod my head. The sirens continue to screech, but the pounding of footsteps and men shouting orders surrounds the building.

"Follow me, we'll meet the others there." She says.

A/N

Okay, okay last update for tonight. This one is a long one. 

I also loved writing this one as well, it was heaps exciting for me! Teresa is one of my favourite characters and later in the story I really want to explore what happened to Newt while he was with the cranks.

Leave a comment! Love you all- Hxx