Newt imagines 2

They chose the new girl not me

^awwww baby looks so sick 😢

They managed to make everything sterile. The white walls had no smudges, the tiled floors bore no footprints. It made me long for the glade and its imperfections, they made the glade loveable, they made it home. This. This was like being trapped in a network of labs. I tried to ignore the thoughts, pained by the very thought of Newt and his crime.
My mind kept going spinning around Ava's last words, as we walked down the corridors.

"They ran away, y/n." Her voice soothing, as if she knew what Newt meant to me. She had no idea. "Janson here wanted to see if you knew anything, well, because they took Teresa...."
"And they left me?" It wasn't even a real question, clearly they had left me. Or else I wouldn't be here, I would be out in the dangerous wild being hunted by wicked with the gladers. With Newt. Instead of being safe but lonely.
"Yes but don't worry, my name is Ava Paige and I promise we will get them back safely." I recognised that name, like it was on the tip of my tongue but I couldn't quite grasp it. I hope the amnesia disappears quickly, I want my memories back, more than ever.

Now, I follow Ava, Janson and their bodyguards down these crippling corridors. The lot of us squished in tight, taking me to see something.

We entered a room, full of shiny metal cupboards and metal table tops. Everything packed away neatly other than the tubes of blue liquid being fiddled with by the scientists. They had a projector, with a large 3D computer model of every glader's nightmares. It was a huge and bulbous lump of slimy flesh. Red beady eyes casting round laser light like a disco ball. Metal spikes sprouting out of every side and angle.

I saw it charging at me, rolling down the corridors of the maze, it's body compressed against each side leaving a sticky mess tangled in the ivy.

I tried to run, away out of this room, but the guards kept pushing me forwards. I fell to the floor, crawling and scrambling to get out. "Y/n it is just a computerised drawing." Ava said, stepping closer to the image, showing it was harmless. I was heaved up onto my feet, my knees trembled like an earthquake. Grievers had always given me nightmares, but Newt had always been there to pick me back up. Now he has left me to rot, like an rodent. Then I saw the blue prints poking out from underneath the other drawings. Where they... No, they couldn't be. Only wicked would make such evil machines.
"Your making grievers?" My voice weak in fear, what did these people want with me?
Ava looked surprised at first, but soon her face relaxed into a delighted smile. "You are as clever as the documents said." She must have noted my horrified face. "We want you here to teach us the mental impact they have on humans, our plan is to create an army of 'grievers' to use against wicked. More deadly than theirs will ever be."
I stared at her in disbelief and a little bit of awe. "Your going to use their own weapon against them?" Yes!! I could jump for joy. Finally, those bastards who spent three years sat behind screens watching my friends screaming in agony whilst going through the changing. Watching them running round the maze, the grievers chasing them and killing them like fattened pigs for the slaughter house. They, the creators, we're going to get a taste of their own medicine.
This plan was the best yet.
"We will start working on this later, now I advise you get some lunch." Ava said, smiling at my excitement to get revenge on wicked.

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It was like an interrogation room, small with sliver metallic walls, on one was three thin windows each tinted blue, for us to be watched through. It felt like a school, green, blue and red trays, plastic plates and cups. Rounded butter knifes to eat steak with. I got my food, keeping my head low afraid to draw any attention to myself. I was that kid who had no friends. It wasn't just that though, I somehow knew I was different. I hadn't seen any kids wondering around since I've woken, and yet I've already been into the labs and seen the latest project.