To Forget The Unforgettable

Chapter 8

A/N: Hi guys, I'm SO sorry it took me this long to upload. I thought I'd have loads of time to get some writing done over Summer but I ended up getting distracted by a ton of stuff and then I had a bit of writer's block so again, very very sorry

Thanks to everyone who has reviewed over the past few chapters, I love reading them and it's great to know what you guy think!

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Month four of Maze Trials.

"That thing doesn't quit, does it?" Alby walked beside Newt, eyeing the beetle blade.

"Nope." Newt watched the creature as it scuttled alongside his feet

"Even the goddamn beetle blades like you." Alby grumbled.

"What can I say? I'm a likeable guy." Newt joked, and Alby rolled his eyes.

"And it follows you everywhere?" Alby asked.

Newt shook his head, "it only sticks 'round for a few hours. Then it goes off somewhere for the rest of the day."

"Does it still do the...climbing thing?" Alby's face scrunched up.

"You mean this?" Newt stopped, crouching down. He held his hand out, resting it on the grass. The beetle blade paused for a few seconds before creeping onto Newt's hand. Newt's mouth quirked up into a smile as it climbed up and around his arm before resting on his shoulder.

"I don't know how you can let it do that." Alby grimaced as he stared at the creature.

Newt chuckled at his friend's disgust, although he understood what he meant. The beetle blades were...odd. With their mechanical legs and the red light at its head acting as a reminder that someone was watching him. Despite knowing he shouldn't be so at ease, he couldn't help but feel comfortable. The friendly nature of this particular beetle blade made him feel less...isolated. It linked him to the outside world, knowing that someone was watching out for him.

Holding his hand up to his shoulder, the beetle blade crawled onto it. Gently, he lowered the beetle blade to the ground. It scuttled onto the grass, twisting around to peer at Newt. Newt stared curiously, wondering- and not for the first time- what exactly the beetle blades were. Who made them? Who controlled them? He could sense someone watching him, the one behind that bright, red light in the beetle blade's eye.

And he wanted to know who.

"Come on you shank," Alby snapped him from his thoughts, "I'm starving, and I bet you are too after all that running."

Newt looked up. "Good that." Pushing the beetle blade from his mind, he followed Alby to the kitchens.

Meanwhile, in the WICKED compound, Ruth bit her lip as she tried to control her smile. Pushing the small lever forward, the beetle blade scrambled into motion once more.

"Hi Ruth."

Ruth jolted out of her seat as she whipped around. Teresa stood at the door not even trying to hide her smirk.

"Shuck Teresa," Ruth gasped, slipping into Glader slang, "you scared me."

"I noticed." She chirped smugly. Thomas and Chuck popped around the door.

"Hey Ruth!" Chuck exclaimed giddily as he hopped onto the seat next to her. "What's been happening?"

"For starters, Ruth's still stalking Newt." Teresa smirked as she sat down.

"I do not stalk him!" Ruth scowled. "We all watch them through cameras thank you very much."

"Sure." Teresa shrugged, laughing when Ruth groaned in frustration.