Book Travel

2. What the Bloody Crap

The next morning, the sound of a voice grumbling was the thing that woke me up. I inwardly groaned, as I knew it was early. "Heather, please leave me alone," I groaned. Or I thought I did. My thoughts worked, but apparently my mouth was too tired to utter words.

I was about to try and see if my voice worked, when my mind cleared. I focused on the voice and realized; it was English. I concentrated on it and it hit me as to why I was so confused. It was a male voice. Ordinarily I wouldve assumed my dad, but the only accent he has is eastern American. This was totally different.

"Where the bloody heck am I?!" I heard the voice exclaim.

I peeped through my eye lids and caught a glance of blonde hair. He turned around and I quickly pretended to be asleep. But my mind began to race. Who did I know that has blonde hair? Better yet, why the hay was this guy in my room?

My heart started pounding and I was afraid he could hear it. I heard shuffling as he walked around. I waited a few seconds before opening my eyes again. His back was to me which meant I could quickly study him.

He was taller than I was and muscular. Being taller than I, was saying something, considering I was 59. The description sounded so familiar. I racked my brain trying to remember where Ive seen him. Just then he turned around again and I caught my breath. Everything came rushing back to me. His brown eyes. His blonde hair. His tall and muscular stature. I was looking at the fictional character Ive been in love with since I first discovered The Maze Runner series. Newt.

My eyes widened in shock and my mouth started moving like a fish out of water, no sound emitting from it. He stared at me and opened his mouth, actual words coming from it. "Who the bloody crap are you and where am I?" he asked me.

I tried to speak, but my voice once again failed me. I held up my finger and cleared my throat. I opened my mouth once again and tried speaking. This time, my voice decided to cooperate. "Can you excuse me for a second?" I asked, my voice embarrassingly five octaves higher than its normal pitch. Not even waiting for his reply, I sank under my covers, trying to get ahold of myself. There was no way on earth this was possible. I pinched myself, hard. Then I peeked my head out of the covers. There he was, still staring at me, confusion written across his features. I gave him a nervous smile and threw the covers back over my head. I dont know how. I dont know when. All I know is that this is real.

I was going crazy. I had to be. He was standing in my room beside my bed. It was real, but it couldnt be. Number one, hes fictional. Number two, he was supposed to be dead. The first number should be enough to say it wasnt possible.

Taking a deep breath, I slowly pulled the covers from over my head. He was still staring at me and I let out a nervous laugh.

"To answer your question, my name is Sammy and youre in my room," I answered slowly, my voice shaking. "Now, I have a question for you Where the hay did you come from?"

Newt was silent for a minute. I saw the wheels in his mind turning. "I come from the Glade. In the Glade is a bunch of boys that WICKED put together. Theres only one girl named Theresa and she came up in the Box two days ago. The last thing I remember was being rescued from WICKED and taken to a compound," he explained, apparently deciding to trust me with the information.

"So, youre from the ending of the Maze Runner," I mused to myself. Newt overheard me. "What?" he asked me confused. I shook myself out of my thoughts and looked up at him. "Hold on, Ill show you, I said, getting up from my bed."

I noticed him backing away as I made my way to my box of books. It broke my heart, knowing he didnt know I wasnt WICKED. He could trust me entirely, but of course he didnt know that. He had been living inside of a maze for almost three years. He had no idea who put him there and didnt know anything about his past. Id be wary of anyone who werent my friends if I were in his situation.

I reached my box and opened it. I reached for my copy of The Maze Runner. I pulled it out and flipped the pages until I reached the end. I walked over to him and held the book out for him to take. He cautiously took it and looked down at it, reading the words. I studied him as he read it. I could tell he was scared. I would be too if I had gone through what he just did.

He handed it back to me a minute later. "Thats thats exactly what happened. Where the bloody crap did you get this?" he asked moving closer to me. Now I knew Newt would never hurt me, but his actions still made me nervous. His look of fear became masked and his face became guarded.

"Newt... I dont know how to tell you this... but youre not real to me. Youre in a book. Youre not supposed to be real. Youre fictional. I know your name and things about you because of the book you just read," I tried my hardest to explain. But how do you explain to someone that theyre not real. Or theyre not supposed to be. I knew every word I said made him even more nervous and confused.

"What all do you know...?" he asked me hesitantly, his voice guarded from emotion. He moved closer to me and I gulped as the back of my knees hit the edge of my bed. I reminded myself to keep calm and took a deep breath.

"Your name is Newt. You lived in a place thats called the Glade. The Glade is surrounded by a maze, in which no one is supposed to go in. No one has ever spent a night in the maze. Well, until Thomas arrived. He ran into the maze to save Alby and Minho. Alby had been stung by a Griever. They spent the night there and survived. When they came back, because it is against the rules for anyone who isnt a runner to go in the maze, you put Thomas in the Pit for one night and made him a runner. Then Theresa came up in the box and everything changed. Alby died sacrificing himself and Thomas and Minho found a way out. Gally tried to stop you but you escaped. You went through the griever hole and were almost home free when you discovered Gally had followed you. Gally started struggling because WICKED was controlling him. He threw a dagger at Thomas, but it killed Chuck because Chuck dived in front of Thomas. Chuck saved his life. You guys got rescued and were taken to the compound," I answered him. I watched him closely.

His mask had slipped off and shock had replaced. He opened his mouth, but no words came from it. He slowly backed away from me and looked as if he wanted to run. His face turned to dread as he realized something. If you know all that he trailed off. My heart broke as I knew he was thinking of one thing in particular.

His eyes bored a hole through me. "Do you know I have a limp?" he asked me hesitantly. I sadly nodded my head. He sucked in a breath. "Do you know why?" he asked again. I opened my mouth to speak.

"You were depressed. You had had enough of the glade. You couldnt find a way out. So, you made your way into the maze and climbed to the top of a wall. Then you jumped. The ivy caught your fall and you broke your leg. Ably and Minho found you and brought you back to the glade," I finished, tears stinging my eyes. Shame appeared in his eyes and became the emotion on his face. I knew he wasnt proud of what he had done. I knew he tried to act like nothing happened.

I reached my hand out to comfort him, but he took a step back. I quickly reeled my hand in and took a step back from him. I didnt want to scare him off. My world was totally different from his. He wouldnt know how to survive.

He opened his mouth to speak when an arrow came whizzing by, cutting him off. It landed with a thud in the wall and I whirled around to see who had shot it. There in my doorway, stood a girl with black hair and grey eyes. Her olive skin was apparent in the black and gray clothing she had on. Next to her stood three guys. One with ashy blonde hair and blue eyes, and the second with dark hair and gray. The third completely stood out. In his hand he held a trident. He was extremely handsome with his chiseled tan skin, bronze hair, and gorgeous sea-green eyes. I immediately recognized all them.

"Where is President Snow?" Katniss demanded to know. She had an arrow pointed straight at me and Newt. I looked over at him and a look of anger crossed his face.

"Who the bloody heck are you now and why are you pointing and arrow at us?" Newt exclaimed, confusion and irritation lacing his voice.

"My name is Kaniss Everdeen and I am from District 12. I swear if you are working for President Snow, you will not live to regret the day you were born," she answered hotly. Peeta and Gale raised their weapons and took a step closer to us. Finnick brought up the flank.

Fear coursed through my body and I inwardly groaned. This was great. I had two winners of the Hunger Games, a guy willing to fight beside his best friend, and a boy who was just trying to survive. What could go wrong?