The Rebel •Newt TMR• HIATUS

3: The Dream

"Newt! Gally! Pollux!" I screamed, thrashing around in an attempt to free myself from the scientists' grips. Tears and beads of sweat ran down my face as I elbowed someone, knocking them back before swinging my leg at another.

"Thomas hold her steady!" A female voice yelled in annoyance.

"I'm trying!" The other scientist screamed back, grasping my arms once more. He pulled me close, looking me in the eyes.

"Castoria, you have to trust us. We need to do this."

"What did you do to them?!"

They didn't answer, instead they tied me down to a bed and stabbed needles into me, draining my blood. I screamed, struggling to get up. My body was getting weaker by the second.

"Her blood doesn't work!" The female voice hissed frustratedly. I let out a harsh laugh.

"Sucks to suck bitch!" I spat, pulling at my wrists.

"We needed it to work, Thomas! Now what are we gonna do?!"

"Teresa calm down!" Thomas yelled, a crash echoed through the room. I anxiously glance over, noticing that Teresa had knocked some supplies off the counter in anger.

"This means you can let me go, right?" I looked up at Thomas hopefully, giving him puppy dog eyes. I could tell that he was thinking about it. The brunette boy moved to release me, but was pushed away by Teresa.

"We can't let her go! Are you insane?!"

"Her blood doesn't help us. She already lost her brother and friends, she doesn't deserve to lose herself as well!" The boy urged, inching towards me again.

Suddenly, Teresa pulled a scalpel on him. She held it out in front of her as if she was actually threatening him.

"Teresa–"

"No Thomas, we have to send her in. Look," Teresa sighed, "She'll be with her friends, and if they escape she'll find her brother." Thomas shook his head, spinning on his heels and fumbling with my bonds. He managed to removed one.

"Thank you Thom–" A pain shot through my neck, leaving a burning sensation. I lifted my free hand to clutch my throat, feeling the handle of the scalpel sticking out from my skin. Blood began to trickle down from my lips as I continued to cough, tasting the thick metallic liquid that was pooling in my mouth.

"CASTORIA!" Thomas gasped, applying pressure to the wound, avoiding the handle of the scalpel. I grasped Thomas' bloody hands gently, giving him a weak smile. "Y-You're gonna be okay Tori, I promise." The boy reassured. I had always liked Thomas, he was a good friend before he had been sucked into Wicked's plans.

Thomas glared at Teresa, who was frozen in shock.

"I-I didn't mean to–"

"Save it!" Thomas snapped. I tried to keep my eyes open, but I was already zoning in and out of reality.

———

My eyes flickered open, allowing me to examine the recovery room I lied in. Was I dead? Thomas walked into the room with a tray of food, almost dropping it when he saw me.

"You're awake! I'm so so sorry, Tori." He exclaimed, rushing to my side and placing the tray on the bedside table. The brunette grasped my hand gently as I sat up slowly, trying to tell him it was alright. Unfortunately, not a sound came out of my mouth. My eyes widened in panic, looking at Thomas for an explanation.

"Teresa managed to hit your vocal chords with that scalpel..." He trailed off. I nodded sadly, raising my hand to feel the bandages that were wrapped around my neck securely. "Look, Tori, Ms. Paige and Jansen agreed that you should be sent to the Maze." Tears welled up in my eyes, knowing I was not in the position to argue back. Three figures stepped into the room a few moments later.

"Thomas, it's time." Teresa said sternly, glaring at me from the doorway. "Say your goodbyes to each other... Well, only Thomas can actually."

I attempted to lunged out of the bed at her, but Thomas held me back and pulled me into a tight hug. He buried his face in the crock of my neck before pulling away and planting a friendly kiss on my forehead. More tears fell from my eyes, but they were quickly wiped away by Thomas' thumbs.

"We'll meet again, I know we will." Thomas promised, getting up from the bed to allow the two other figures in the room to stand beside me. The woman held a syringe and the man grasped my shoulders to hold me in place. I looked away as the syringe got closer, choosing to focus on Thomas, who was smiling sadly.

"Welcome to your new life, Castoria." The woman said as I drifted off into darkness.

———

I gasped for air, shooting up from the floor of the Slammer. It was still dark outside, but something told me it was close to morning. Wiping the sweat off my forehead, I made my way to the door of my cell, looking out into the Glade. A few figures stood near the wall of the Maze, where I believe an opening was earlier.

I rattled the door of the Slammer loudly, hoping that at least one of them would hear me. A tall asian Glader jogged over and crouched down in front of the door.

"Hey, you're the new Greenbean? Wait, are you the one who kicked Gally's ass?" I nodded, gesturing for him to let me out. "Woah woah woah, I need to know why you're in the Slammer first."

I rolled my eyes and fumbled around in the cell for my notepad and pencil. When I finally got my hands on it, I hurriedly scribbled an explanation about how there were no free hammocks yet according to Alby. The asian nodded and unlocked to door, offering me a hand to help me out. After I was out, I smiled at the Glader in thanks.

"I'm Minho, Keeper of the Runners." He introduced himself, "I assume you haven't remembered your name? I'm pretty sure I would've heard it mentioned during the bonfire last night."

I thought for a moment before writing on the notepad and showing it to him.

"Castoria?" I grinned, nodding quickly before dashing off to the main building of the Glade.

Newt was lazily sprawled out in his hammock, sleeping soundly. Quiet snores escaped from him every few seconds. I mentally chuckled, gently shaking him awake in a fit of excitement.

"Wha– Bloody hell..." Newt mumbled tiredly, waving my hand away like he was swatting a fly. I huffed, shaking him more roughly. "Okay, okay! I'm up!" I handed him the notepad that still had my name written down on it. His brown eyes scanned over the writing and then darted up to meet mine. "Is that–"

Nodding furiously, I pointed to the name and then to myself. The blonde laughed, pulling me down into a hug.

"Pretty name for a pretty girl." Newt mumbled in my ear causing my cheeks to heat up. The boy pulled away and stood up from the hammock, taking my hand and tugging me along. "Come on, we have to tell everyone!"

I nodded with a shy smile, following behind him. As we headed out of the structure, I allowed myself to drift into thought.

What was that dream? Were those actual memories? That boy, Thomas I think, we seemed pretty close. How did I know who Newt and Gally were? Who's Pollux? What is Wicked? And what do they want with us...?