(NOTE: CHAPTERS ARE CURRENTLY BEING EDITED)
In which Teresa wasn't the first girl to come up in the box...
*This is a Newt fanfic*
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Emma wakes up in a dark box, starting her new life with only memories of her name and a boy named Thomas...
the glad...
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Grace is just, weakness
Or so I've been told
I've been cold, I've been merciless
But the blood on my hands scares me to death
Maybe I'm waking up today
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As Clint wrapped his arm up carefully to keep the wound from opening again, Emma busied herself with cleaning up the mess Ben had made around the room.
Broken glass, bloodstained cloth, and scattered supplies littered the floor. She worked quietly, trying to focus on the task, but her mind was a whirl of uneasy thoughts. Every scrape of glass on the floor, every creak of the walls, seemed too loud in the silence that had settled over the Homestead.
Suddenly, Zart burst through the door, out of breath and wide-eyed. "We found Ben," he gasped, his chest heaving. "He tried to kill the Greenie."
Clint cursed under his breath, pushing himself up despite his injury. Emma froze, her heart plummeting.
"What?" she whispered, but there was no time for answers. Zart motioned for them to follow, and they quickly headed out of the Homestead.
Outside, the Glade was eerily quiet.
Emma's eyes darted around, spotting a large crowd of Gladers gathered in a tight circle near the forest edge.
As they moved closer, Emma's breath hitched, she saw Gally and the builders pulling Ben off of Thomas, who was on the ground, clearly shaken but alive. Newt was standing beside Thomas, his jaw clenched tight, his expression unreadable.
"Shuck," Zart muttered under his breath, and they quickened their pace toward the crowd.
Emma's heart raced; her thoughts consumed by worry for Thomas. She pushed through the circle of Gladers until she reached him, her voice soft but filled with concern. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," Thomas nodded, his eyes focused on Ben who was trying to free himself from their grip to get to Thomas.
Emma barely heard him as Ben continued to thrash in Gally's grip, his voice wild and frantic.
"I saw him! I saw him!" Ben screamed, his eyes wide with madness, as if seeing something no one else could.
His words sent a chill down Emma's spine.
Had he dreamt of Thomas as well?
Alby arrived on the scene, his face a storm of frustration and sadness. He sighed deeply, clearly overwhelmed.
