(NOTE: CHAPTERS ARE CURRENTLY BEING EDITED)
In which Teresa wasn't the first girl to come up in the box...
*This is a NewtxOC 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 g...
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For you were lonely You were like me Like some outside force had sent me
If I was easy to kill, you would have done it already
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Emma walked with heavy footsteps, each one dragging her closer to the Maze entrance.
The atmosphere was heavy with smoke, rising from the remaining ashes of huts as evidence of the destruction the Glade had suffered the night prior.
Despite the looming tension of what was about to go down, some of the Gladers seemed to be working, their movements mechanical as they tried to carry on with their tasks. Emma could hear the distant clinks of hammers and tools, the sharp sounds of nails being driven into wood, and metal grating against metal.
The smell of charred wood clung to the air, mingling with the metallic tang of blood that hadn't yet been washed away.
Ahead, a group of the Gladers stood near the looming stone walls, their broad shoulders tense, their expressions unreadable. They clutched thick wooden staffs in their hands.
Emma couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine as she caught sight of their stern faces, eyes cold and unyielding. It was a sight she had seen before, back when Ben had been banished. She remembered the fear in his eyes, the way he'd looked around desperately, trying to find a way out that didn't exist.
Now, here she was, walking the same path, staring down her own fate.
Her thoughts drifted back to Ben, and she wondered if this was how he had felt in those final moments, when all hope was slipping through his fingers, and the realization that no one was coming to save him had settled in.
Did he feel as hollow and desperate as she did now?
She paused for a moment, turning to look at the weathered stone wall where all their names had been carved. Her eyes traced over the lines, landing on a few names she recognized, names that now bore the harsh slash mark that meant the end.
Her breath caught when she saw her own name etched into the stone.
It was right there beside Thomas's. But unlike the others that were still alive, her name had a faint, shallow line through it, as if the decision to erase her had already been made but hadn't yet been finalized.
It was a chilling sight, one that made her feel like a ghost, as if she were already halfway gone, already being written out of this place and its twisted history. And right beside hers was Thomas's name, carved deep and firm.
Emma swallowed hard, pushing back the panic that clawed at her throat. She took a deep breath, letting the reality of her situation wash over her.
Gally strode ahead, his voice sharp as he barked orders at the builders. "Get them over here, now! We don't have all day!" He spat the words out, his anger palpable, practically vibrating in the air.
