Amaurotic \\ The Maze Runner [Newt] [1]

Chapter Eleven

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[ S T U N G ]

After Alby finished giving the newbie the grand tour of the Glade, the boy had entered the homestead to find Newt sitting in a wooden chair. The boy looked over at the bed Newt had been sitting next to, to find a girl laying there, seeming to be out-cold.

"What's wrong with her?" The boy asked.

Newt turned his body around, to look at him, "Oh, uh," his eyes flashed everywhere trying to think of what to say. "That's another story for another day, mate." He shook his head.

"Oh," The boy nodded his head.

"Have you figured out your name yet?" Newt asked.

The boy shook his head, "No, I still can't remember."

"Don't fret shank, you'll soon figure it out, in time." Newt smiled. "Did Alby show you around yet?"

"Yes, I just came in here to think, I guess." The boy stated.

Newt turned back around, to continue looking at Nova. "Good that."

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~ Flashback 4 ~

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In the living room, Nova found a tanned couch fit for three, an aesthetic carpet seeming to give out the old times feel. Family pictures crowded the walls, all over. The walls no longer white, but a light hint of brown, as if it were a roasted marshmallow. The house looked to be getting old already, of maybe it was just life dying out.

Seeing that Avery - now fourteen-years-old - was sitting on the couch, next to the woman in white. Both looking at the television, constantly flipping through random channels, as there was nothing on.

Until someone had knocked on the front door, the woman lowered the volume of the television. Letting Avery continue watching, as the woman went over to the front door, answering it.

Nova followed the woman, to see exactly who it was. The woman opened the door, to see a man wearing a strange suit. She noticed a word on the mans suit, it caught her eye quite well. The word read, 'W.I.C.K.E.D'.

What the hell? Nova thought.

"Hello, Janson." The woman grinned.

"Good evening, Miss Paige." Janson spoke back.

"Please, call me Ava." The woman smirked.

"Right," Janson gave a sharp nod. "Your plans are a success."

"That's great." The woman - also known as Ava Paige - said.

"As for your further plans," Janson started. "We still need a fake name for your daughter, Avery."

"I've been dreading the day you'd say that," Ava sighed, looking beat. "I-" She was cut off.

"Mom? What's going on?" Ava looked back, down at a curious Avery. "And who's that man?"

"Janson." He waved, "That's my name."