Seeing Newt

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First, let me apologize for the title. It's a little deceiving. You'll understand when you read the chapter.

Also, anyone who has read the books please no spoilers ;)

Also, for those who actually read the author's notes I will be posting these updated chapters sporadically and two or three at a time.

Thanks for reading

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. It all belongs to James Dasher. I do own Skylar though

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Chapter 15 - Seeing Newt

Ratman called me down today. This would be the first I had seen him since I arrived. The unexpected questioning unnerved me.

He brought me to the room I had been thrown into when I arrived.

The talk wasn't anything like I expected. It turned out to be quite boring. I managed to keep a calm, expressionless mask on through the whole thing.

Ratman started out by asking if I knew why I was here. I answered a negative and he gave me a long, boring speech.

The reason I was here, in the least words possible, was because I was starting to solve the maze. I hadn't even been meant to go into the maze but I was the Sky, a toss-up. I was expected to startle the boys and create new brain patterns. But I got too close to the end so I was 'removed' in other words. My extraction caused even more brain patterns.

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Ratman then asked who's side I was on. I only responded with a question, "there is another side?"

The Rat nodded affirmatively. He seemed hesitant to reveal too much though. "The rebel group called The Right Arm. They've caused us much grief in the past." He folded his hands neatly in front of him. "Now, Miss White, whose side are you on?"

I said the only thing I could. "Wicked is Good"

That seemed to satisfy the Rat because he released me soon after.

I decided that they were watching me and I would gather all the data I could before escaping.

It took a good week before I was even able to sneak into the viewing room. It was during the lunch break. I had put a sleeping pill in the afternoon meal. They'd be out for about a half an hour. That would give me plenty of time to look for Newt.

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I snuck into the control room using a stolen key card. Heading toward a computer, I maneuvered the Beetle blade to observe Newt. He was running today.

I grew bored after ten minutes so I started to look around. I found nothing of importance other than a portable and resizable laptop and hard drive. I took both and shoved them into my concealed pants pocket.

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The beeping noise on the computer alerted me to a change in status. Newt had been calm, his brain patterns fine. But now, they were all going crazy.

I scrambled toward the computer. Newt was slowly making his way up the wall, climbing the vines. He stopped about eighty feet up.

I could read his thoughts. They were all toward me.

Guilt consumed me but it was soon pushed aside with his next thoughts

"I'll finally be out of this bloody mess. I'll also be with George and Sky again."

I felt tears stream down my face. Something had happened to George...and Newt was attempting to end his life. I let the tears fall. It was all my fault.

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I looked away as he jumped. I cried harder when I heard his landing.

I fled from the viewing room. I didn't look back.

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I was so grief stricken that I did not notice Newt's uneven breathing and pained thoughts of regret.

I missed it all. I ran all the way to my room before falling onto the bed in tears.

Newt was dead, and it was all my fault.

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I had to leave this place. It held too many memories, plus WICKED was the reason for all of this bloody mess! They separated us AND kept me here. They probably influenced his thoughts too!

I packed my bag, brought my emergency medical box and turned to leave.

Cliff Hanger...

I'm so sorry, it comes with the story

*cowers behind table to avoid angry mob*

I just had to. If you looked closely or read the books you'd know something Skylar doesn't know...hahahah

*avoids large tomato*

again, I'm sorry but I have to keep to the plot somewhat

later Gladers...Keep reviewing

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