"This has never happened before," Alby starts, he looks troubled - but compared to Newt, Alby doesn't even look concerned. Newt looks down at his shoes, fiddling with a piece of string, slumped over and breathing heavily. Alby opens his mouth to start talking agin but stops when he sees Newts slumped figure.
"Newt," Gally interrupts, "You good?"
He looks up, all boys are staring at him.
I had been told their names and introduced as we had come in. Frypan. The Cook. Gally. The Keeper of the Builders. Winston. The Keeper of the Slicers. Minho. The Keeper of the Runners. And of course Newt, Second-In-Command. I had the decency not to ask more questions, as I sensed they had more questions than me.
"Look, there's something else..." he looks Alby, who nods for him to continue. He stands and steps forward. Then turns back and offers a hand, "Lila, can I borrow you for a second?"
I furrow my eyebrows but nod, we both stand up.
"So as all of you boys know, we have Numbers, Duties and Property of WCKD on our wrists." the room nods, and I look around confused, before looking back down at my own, "Minho, could you read yours out?"
He looks confused but speaks up, "A7, Property of WCKD, The leader."
Newt turns, spinning to face another boy, "Fry, yours?"
He continues like this till all Five boys had said theirs. A7, A8, A3, A9 And A4. He turned, "Can you read yours?"
"Okay..." I pause and he gives me a reasuring nod, "B7, Property of WCKD, To save A5."
The room goes dead silent.
"This, cannot be good." Gally says, crossing his arms and glaring at me again, I narrow my eyes back at him and he looks uneasy.
The boys mumble in agreement. I look at Newt, who's looking at Alby with sorrow in his eyes.
"What does this all mean?" I speak up. The boys all turn to me, a mix of emotions, sorrow, confusion, anger.
"I have no idea." Alby sighs.
"Maybe," Winston muters, "were not the only maze, and she's just been... put in the wrong one?"
Gally laughs, "Winston thats crazy."
"But he has a good point..." Minho says, he pushes of the post he had been leaning on and walks to me, he offers a questionable glance and I stick my arm out. He looks closely, raises his own wrist and puts it next to mine. They're almost matching, but instead of A7 it's B7. He looks up at Alby.
"It would also explain why she's a girl." Frypan states and I smile lightly at his bluntness.
"Whatever is going on, we can't let it get out of this room. We don't want an uprising of chaos." Alby says, and all the boys stand and walk to the cenre where im standing next to Minho. I look up at him and he looks back at me with brown eyes tha seem so familiar, and the way he stares back, I think hes thinking the same thing.
"I'll let you boys know if there is anything else." They nod and Minho looks away from me and joins the others as they all start to head out.
"Wait." I say. They all turn, Gally moments from opening the door. I turn to Newt and Alby who are still behind me in the room. "If you all have numbers, then someone here has got to be A5. Maybe they know what this is?"
The room is silent.
"Who is A5?"
The room remains silent but this time the boys all turn to Newt.
"Don't all shout at once..." I mutter and I hear a light laugh from behind me as Newt smiles. I smile back at him and I feel my heart flutter in my chest, like a humming bird stuck in a bone carved cage, wanting to sing, but not knowing the song it was made for.
No one says anything as Newt stands and rolls up his sleeve, revealing his inked up wrist. He stands in front of me and sticks it out sighing.
I look at him cautiously, and take his arm gently in my fingertips, caressing the ink on his wrist.
Subject A5
Property of WCKD
The Glue
Newt. Newt is A5. I was sent here to save him.
I look up at Newt and he smiles solumly, we don't move an inch, we just stare into each others eyes. I don't look away from him, but I can sense the whole room looking at me.
And suddenly I feel like the weight of the world is on my shoulders.
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Lila
Fanfiction"it's hard to save someone if you don't know what you're saving them from" {π} "Newt stands and rolls up his sleeve, revealing his inked up wrist. He stands in front of me and sticks it out. I look at him cautiously, and take his arm in my fingerti...
