Wonderwall (The Maze Runner, Newt)

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(A/N: And ya'll were worried it was over.)

Bree

Bree was freaking out by now.

The box was going down at an alarming rate- and even worse, it was pitch black. She had no idea what to expect what would happen once it got to it's destination.

She still couldn't believe she was going back to the creators. Plus, her boyfriend- the only person she actually trusted the most- put her here!

She strained her eyes to look around, but there wasn't anything to see.

The box kept going down, and she felt her stomach do a flip.

She had absolutely no idea whatsoever what would happen to her once she got there.

Would she be tortured? Would they erase her memory and send her to another unknown place?

She shuddered at the thought. What if she was forced to forget Newt? Or Chuck, Thomas, Minho and Alby?
It was horrible. What if they just took her back and made her watch the others stay there.

She knew the Beetle blades were how they watched the gladers, so it was a possibility.

Bree sighed. She wouldn't allow herself to cry. She needed to be strong.
She sat down on the cold metal floor of the box and waited.

-

The box finally stopped about thirty minutes later.

She looked around, even though she still couldn't see.

It was dead silent. So silent, it hurt her ears.

Then, the box started to open, and light poured out from the entrance.

She squinted and could see a silhouette of two people, but she had no idea who they were.

She was hit with a blast of cold air and started so shiver.

Bree stood up, and walked slowly towards the two forms.

She noticed one form took out an object.

She was getting used to the light now, and saw it was a gun.

She wasn't about to die like this.

Why would they want to kill her?

Bree backed away, and the gun went off.

A stinging sensation in her left shoulder told her she was hit. It didn't hurt as much as she thought, though.
She looked over at her shoulder and noticed it wasn't bleeding at all, but a dark stuck out.

Her vision started to get blurry, and the ground suddenly rushed up to meet her.

-

When Bree woke up, she had no idea where she was.

it was a small room, with plain white walls, and white, tile floors.

Everything smelled like cleaning solution. It was weird.

She was in a small bed, with a white pillow, mattress, and blanket.

The door was white, too, and there were no windows, and only one light on the ceiling.

Bree scarmbled out of the bed, and stood in the center of the room. There was a camera in the corner, trained to watch her at all times.

Bree screamed in frustration. How could this be happening?

Why would Newt want to do this to her? Why didn't the others try and stop him?

She just didn't understand.

She kicked the wall and immediately regretted it. Her foot stung, and she realized she wasn't wearing any shoes.
She looked down and all she had on were white slacks and a white tank top.
On her wrist was a white band. She studied it.

It read; "Group B, Subject B4. The Soldier."

She felt tears gather in her eyes. Newt called her soldier.

Bree let her hand fall down to her side. What did that even mean? Group B? Subject B4? As always, she was clueless.

Just then, she heard a semi-loud noise. It was like metal against metal. In a way, it reminded her of the doors in the glade, and only made her more sad.
She looked over at the door, to where a plate with food and a water bottle was slid into her room. A small portion of the door by the floor was slid back into place, and everything grew silent again.
She walked over to the door and sat down. Bree tried to move the small door at the bottom of the big one, but it woudn't budge.

She sighed and looked at her food.
Bread and carrots. Frypan could do way better than this. Somehow everything reminded her of the glade.
She ate her bread and carrots quickly, and drank all of her water. She didn't know how long she had been unconscious, then realized she wouldn't know when her next meal would appear through the metal door.
Bree left the empty plate and bottle by the door and sat in the corner. Everything seemed so dull. The room, and her future.

That's how she fell asleep that night, huddled in a corner, and all she could think about, was how much she wished she would wake up in the morning with Newt by her side.

-

She would've slept for a million years if that noise didn't wake her up in the morning.

Bree was on her feet in seconds as she watched the metal door open.
A man stepped inside, wearing all white. He closed the door behind him and turned to face her.

"You must be very confused. Maybe angry. Even a little sad. This is all normal." The man said.

He was tall. Brown hair. She couldn't help thinking that he looked like a rat.
"My name is A.D. Janson. I run most things around here, besides Chancellor Paige." He looked at her.

"I know this is a lot to take in, Bree, but-" Bree cut him off.

"How do you know my name?" She asked, "Why am I even here?"

Janson shook his head and stepped out of the room. "He can explain in furthur detail."

She didn't even know who 'he' was, until he stepped into the room.
Bree almost fainted.

"Hello, Bree." He said.

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A/N: Sooo sorry for not updating in so long! Here's a really sucky chapter! Who do you think he is?
Thanks soo much for 300K!
I have a four day weekend next week so I can do a lot of writing! Speaking of that, Wonderwall is almost over:( but the good part is that I'm continuing Brewt's story in The Scorch Trials and The Death Cure. I want to call them Collide and Little Wonders. I may not use these names, so comment other names- I might use it!