The Memoriam Files: Hearts ✔

| Chapter 8, True colors

|We were just a spark that lit the change. They could never ever bring the rain

|Song: Art of war, We the kings

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Dawn's P.O.V.

A loud knocking woke me up the next morning. Newt immediately sat up in a protecting way with his arms as a shield before me.
I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and watched the same five guards as yesterday storm in with their Launchers raised. Somehow my tired brain felt satisfaction by seeing how much effort they had to do to contain five teenagers.
Then Janson stepped into the room and that satisfaction was gone. 'Rise and shine, kids,' he spoke, 'we've decided to give you your memories back after all. Like it or not.'
Minho jumped out of his bed, he looked like a tiger ready to jump his prey. 'Like hell you are,' he snapped.
Newt stood up as well and Thomas and Lisa got out of their beds.
I slowly followed, my heart beating wild. So this was it. The moment that I had been dreading ever since I left that white room. The moment all my secrets would come to light and I would betraye my friends.

'You told us we didn't have to,' Thomas said, his voice still heavy from the sleep.
'I'm afraid we don't have much of a choice,' Janson replied. 'The time for lies is over. Nothing's going to work with you four still in the dark. I'm sorry. We need to do this. Newt, of everyone, you will benefit the most from a cure, after all.'
'I don't care about myself anymore,' Newt responded in a low growl.
'Look, kids. I understand how you must feel. You've seen some awful things. But the worst part is over. We can't change the past, can't take back what has happened to you and your friends. But wouldn't it be a waste to not complete the blueprint at this point?' Janson argued.
'Can't take it back?' Newt shouted. 'That's all you have to say?'
'Watch yourself,' one of guards warned, pointing a Launcher at Newt's chest.

I quickly jumped between the Launcher and Newt. I had never seen Newt this angry, so unwilling to calm down, even for our safety. And that was all the confirmation I needed to know that I had to cure him. Whatever Janson wanted me to do, and he better told what it was he wanted me to do quickly.
'Janson,' I whispered, staring straight at him, 'please.' A feeling I couldn't quite explain lay like a heavy weight on my chest but I couldn't back out now.

'Follow us, calmly and we won't hurt you. You'll all be heroes when this is over,' Janson said as we walked out of the room.

I saw the three boys share a glare and knew they would only follow because a fight in the hallway was easier won than one in a tiny room.
The moment was coming closer.
We followed the guards and Ratman through the long corridors again. As we walked, Janson acted like a tourguide, explaining some of the paintings we saw or what lay beyond a door. Sometimes he would say things like, "this is the room we took away your memories" or "this is the room where we completed the Maze its map."
Finally it was Newt who snapped at him. 'I really wish you'd just shut your mouth.'
And Ratman did as he was told but he never wiped the slight grin off his face.
When we reached the area we had been in the day before, Janson stopped and turned to adress us. 'I hope you will all cooperate today. I'm expecting nothing less.'
'Where is everybody else?' Thomas asked. 'The other subjects have been recovering-' But before he could finish Newt was grabbing Ratman by the lapels of his white coat and slammed him against the wall. 'Call them subjects again and I'll break your bloody neck!'
'Newt!' I yelled, startled.
Two guards were on him in an instant, pulling him away and threw him against the ground the Launcher aiming at his face. 'Don't!' I yelled at the same time Janson calmly said. 'Don't.'
Newt slowly got to his feet, arms raised. 'Don't call them subjects. We're not mice trying to find the cheese. And tell your shuck friends to calm down. I wasn't gonna hurt you. Much.' Newt said, slowly standing up. His eyes fell on Thomas and I could read the question in his eyes. When are we going to attack?