Mended [Book Two] COMPLETED

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The two hours were up, it was time to go. Everyone stuffed as much food into their backpacks as possible, not letting a single apple go to waste. They all gathered to the one door, including the foreign boy named Aris, and waited for it to unlock. Fear coursed through the group, but the determination everyone felt was stronger.

Click!

The gladers all took a step back. The door had unlocked. Minho slowly walked over to it and opened it. He was only doing this because the label on his neck called him the leader, and he wanted to fulfill his role.

On the other side, it was darkness. The deepest black anyone had ever seen. The floor and walls turned into metal on the other side, and everyone felt shivers spiral down their spines.

"Okay, everyone get into pairs!" Minho called, still staring into the darkness that laid ahead.

Newt slowly made his way over to Charlotte, who didn't have a partner. She nodded to him in acknowledgement and stood by his side. Everyone subconsciously formed a line and were ready to go in under a minute.

"Let's go!"

Minho, whose partner was Thomas, slowly walked through the door and into the blackness. Everyone followed close behind. Once the last pair were through the doorway, the metal door swung shut loudly. Everyone jumped and glanced over their shoulders to realize that they were drowning in complete darkness, not a single light to be seen.

Newt instantly reached for Charlotte's hand and grabbed it tightly, refusing to let go if she tried, which she didn't. She squeezed his hand gently and tracked forward, pulling him along.

"Okay," Minho's voice bounced off the walls, signaling that the hallway will be long. "Everyone stay close. If someone gets lost, yell out and we'll help you."

For the first twenty minutes, it really wasn't that bad. Charlotte wasn't expecting it to take this long, but they were just cruising in a straight line, occasionally bumping into the people in front of her, Winston and Clint.

Then, Thomas yelled, "Tables! There are tables!"

Right after he said that, Charlotte ran directly into one. She fell on top of it, dragging Newt with her. "Sorry!" She said, bringing herself and her partner back up. "You really had an iron grip there," Newt laughed.

An hour later, they were still walking. Every once in a while, Minho made a noise to see if the hallway was longer basing it off of the echo, and it just seemed to go on forever.

A scream was heard. Then a loud bang, almost as if someone was falling to the ground. It was directly in front of the duo, and they took a step back, making the two people behind them, Frypan and Dimitri, run into them. The screaming didn't stop. Everyone was scrambling around, either trying to run toward the screaming or away.

Boys trampled over Charlotte, causing her to get yanked to the ground, losing Newt's hand. She shoved somebody away and got up, then got kneed in the face. The boy went partly on top of her as the both tumbled to the metal floor. She immediately pushed the boy off and successfully got up this time, running over to the source of the screaming.

Meanwhile, Newt was going crazy looking for his partner. He was shoving past the boys who pulled him back and away from her. He felt around for her, but couldn't find her.

"Winston!" Charlotte cried, going down next to him. He was curled up in a ball and caressing his own face. "What happened? What's wrong?" He couldn't stop screaming. Everyone was horrified as to what happened, and why he can't stop screaming his head off. The girl felt as if she had other choice. Reluctantly, she grabbed a knife and whacked randomly into the air with the butt end, aiming for his forehead. She got him on the first try, and it knocked him out cold. She felt bad, but tried to not think too much of it.