Newt's Girl-The Final

Chapter 1

Guys I would just like to say that I'm so sorry. I got logged out of my account and forgot my password and then once I finally got it I lost interest after rereading some of my work cause I'm ngl I think it's crap. The only reason I decided to finish it was because one of you guys reached out to me separately about it and I realized that their were others who wanted me to finish it. I don't exactly remember what I wrote in the other two books since it's been such a long time so if the plot is a little off I apologize! I still have the same ideas for the ending. Thank you for the continuous support!! Also usually I go based off the book but it's gonna turn a little bit so you'll see the new ideas I was talking about. A lot of Newt and Carly action!

I awake in a padded room, the walls too bright of a white so much that it's almost blinding. I try standing up but stumble. How long have I been asleep? When did I even go to sleep? The last thing I can remember is sitting on a couch with Minho, Thomas, and Newt. We were talking as the others drifted from the impact of the fight, but I don't remember any of us falling asleep.

I stretch my sore muscles, rolling my head around as my body cracks refreshingly. I pull myself up along the way, feeling for a way out. I think I've shuffled the small ten by ten room twenty times before I realize there's a rectangular outline in the padding in front of me. The exact size of a door. I lean against it pounding and screaming, my throat rubbed raw from trying to scream in the storm. That fact helps. If my throat is still sore it means it's only been a day or two that I've been in here.

But where are the others? Are they in a room like me or did they separate me from the group? I can only imagine the fear on newts face if they actually separated us like that.

Suddenly I hear a quiet beeping to my left. A camera hangs on the ceiling just out of my reach. So this is another one of their tests? I'm so unsurprised by this that I'm not even disappointed. In fact I'm completely void of emotion.

With nothing left to do but wait, I sit against the wall opposite the door and examine myself. I'm wearing white scrubs and I'm completely clean. Not a scratch on my body even though I had cuts and bruises the previous day. With this kind of technology I knew they would be able to fix Newt's leg, but of course they wouldn't do that even after all we've been through. I sneer at the thought, flipping the camera off briefly.

Suddenly a hatch opens up in the door across from and a tray with food and plastic utensils slides under a, the hatch snapping shut behind it. I laugh at the plastic silverware, couldn't end myself even if I wanted to. Although I'm glad I'm getting some real food for what feels like the first time in forever.

And so it goes. Three times a day the hatch opens, bringing me five course meals that are honestly pretty delicious. I've been using the meals to figure out how long I've been trapped in this hell hole. Three weeks.

Three weeks and still no confrontation. Just me and my thoughts and I wonder how I haven't gone crazy. I've spent half my time humming tunes I no longer know the name of, thinking of Newt and Thomas, and doing core workouts on the floor. The other half I've slept and ate.

The only thing I hate about this, besides not knowing how my brother and Newt are, is the smell of my own body. Three weeks without a shower or brushing your teeth really takes a toll on your hygienes apparently.

Just as I'm about to take what feels like my thousands nap the door, but the hatch, clicks open. I gawk as ratman easily glides in sitting at a white desk that seems to have appeared out of thin air. I quickly compose myself and roll my eyes. Here we go again.

"Hello Carly. How are you?"

"Oh just dandy. Did I ever tell you my favorite color is white?" I beam at him.

He smirks at me, "Only the best for our favorite of course. We especially enjoyed watching you tell us that we're number one through the lens, really brightened our days." He chuckles referencing me flicking off the camera each time I thought of Newt.

"So I'm assuming this is another one of your tests correct?"

"You really like to get to the point don't you?" He crosses his arms, leaning back in his seat.

I sit up straighter too, pushing against the padded cell, "it's been three weeks, do you blame me?"

He raises an eyebrow and cocks his head at me, "no I suppose not." He taps his fingers against the desk almost awkwardly, "As you've noticed we've been watching you. We're done testing you, we just need to run some tests and take some samples on your brain waves to see why you guys are different. You know, the usual, see how you work in situations. Even isolated ones like this."

"And how do I work in situations exactly?"

"Very well actually. Better than the others surprisingly. We all assumed you would be going crazy by now, but you've...continued to shock us time and time again. In fact you look like you were thinking hard." He looks up at my with honest wonder, "what were you thinking about Carly? Enlighten me."

"Wouldn't you love to know. I mean isn't that why you're taking the samples? So you can see inside my brain."

He smiles again like he loves my responses, "it doesn't work quite like that. It's more..."

"What do you mean I'm your favorite test subject?" I interject.

He stops, pondering if he should truthfully answer that or not and decides that he will, "You act differently in every scenario we've placed you in. You never do what we expect you to do. There's something about you that's different from your friends. We're hoping to find out through the tests. And with you're cooperation we'd love to get those results. You'd be Saving millions of lives and"

"Yeah yeah I know the story. So I do your test. Then what? We run through the flowers and are free to do whatever you want?"

He sighs before smiling, "Why don't you get yourself cleaned first. Then we can finish talking."

"You mean I can leave?"

"Of course. This isn't prison, this is just an..."

"Experiment." I roll my eyes, finishing his sentence for him.

"Exactly."

He doesn't even grit his teeth at my interruptions like I expect him too. He's acting as if we're...friends?

Fifteen minutes later I'm led to a room full of showers. A towel and new clothes are laid off to the side on a bench. I quickly strip off my clothes and throw them to the side not caring who had to pick them up. The water is warm once I get in the shower, loosening up my tight muscles from being in such close quarters for a long period of time. I rub in a lavender scented body wash all over my body until the water turns clear, then follow with a lemon shampoo and vanilla conditioner. I'm about to smell like a whole ass bouquet over here. I spot a razor to my left and begin working.

Once I'm done I take my time drying off and relishing in the moment. I can't help but to wonder where everyone else is right now and if they get to experience this luxury as well. Once I feel satisfied I quickly get dressed. Same gray bra and underwear, but this time I got a plain black T-shirt, a pair of jean, and white sneakers.

I place on my white sneakers and meet rat man outside the bathroom door just like he said. He leads me through winding hallways that seem to bring up memories for a second of me walking through this place unaccompanied. He stops at a double door, scanning his thumb against a card reader on the wall to open it, revealing the best thing that I've seen in three weeks. Newt.