Newt looks at me thoughtfully for a long moment before he continues. He points a dirty, skinny finger at the dense forest, to my left. I can see the high trees and quit atmosphere and I instantly know I will spend a lot of my times there.
"That's the deadheads." He announces smiling. I wrinkle my nose in confusion. Deadheads. What kind of a name is that?
"Look- I see no dead heads so why is it even called that?" I question frustratingly. Newt rolls his eyes but a smile is plastered on his face.
"No, you shank, there are graves deeper into the forest. Quite a bloody gloomy place there. Buggin quiet, that's for sure. " He retorts. I look at him carefully. His dirty blonde hair glistens in the brutal sunlight, his eyes are deep in consecration as he overlooks the area of the glade. I think we will we will be friends. Quite similar personalities. This may actually not be torture... But then I remember my vague memory. I felt a connection. Like I had known his before. Before this happened.
He points to a large building crafted carefully with sticks,rope and other materials. A buzzing crowd huddles there all chatting an laughing. This appears to be the centre of life in The Glade.
"That's Homestead." He smirks. I nod excitedly but can't help myself staring at the mysterious door in the centre of the far wall. I can hear Newt's voice as a quiet mumble in the background. I nod when he introduced the areas of the Glade but I can't help being intrigued at the door. Mist concealed the entrance but I thought I saw a vague shadow of something... Unnatural. It had an odd spiky shape and was gone in an instant, like it vanished from thin air.
Before I could stop myself I decided to confront Newt.
"What's out there?" I whispered. Newt displayed a worried glance as he continually opened his mouth, hesitated and closed it again. Finally he sighed.
"The Maze." He whispered gruffly. His eyes had an odd green tint to it, they sparkled as night fell upon the Glade. Suddenly a loud, piercing rumbled sounded through the glade. I sprung up quickly huddled against Newt. My heart pounded as my palms felt sticky with sweat. I saw the walls pulling towards each other like two magnets..wait a minute..we're they going to close?
"What happening?" I shout over the echoing rumble of the walls.
"The bloody walls are closing Greenie!!" He shouts back pulling my arm to go to Homestead. I break into a steady run, my heart pulsing rapidly. Wind whips my hair as I breathlessly stand at the entrance. I scan the faces of the crowd as I lean over, catching my breath. The faces looked unalarmed and relaxed. I forced myself to stay calm. I sigh in relief as the doors finally clang shut with a loud thud. Before I can say anything to Newt, A piercing wail echoes through the Glade.
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Fanfiction"You don't get it! I don't know what is real anymore." ------- Running. That's all Katy does. But you can't run from your problems. They will always snap you and break you in the end. Katy is beyond puzzled at the strange voices whispering in her h...
