The Only One (Newt || fanfiction)

Chapter 28

I was scared. The weasel-like man had told us everything. And then left. Just like that. He explained how there were two maze trial groups, how the next trials awaited us and that they would be harder. He explained WICKED and what they worked for. He explained the Flare and what it did to people. And all of it was horrible.

But one thing I couldn't stop thinking about was Group A and Group B. I went into Group A's Glade, but I was Group B.

We were to get up at six in the morning and pass through the Flat Trans in five minutes. Seemed easy, but we would have to sharp.

We all had the Flare. Which means we were all cranks. Was I going crazy? It didn't feel like it at all. But how was I to know?

We had to go one hundred miles in two weeks, which seemed easy enough, but who knows what obstacles WICKED had set up for us. Every thing was a joke. A trick. They treated us like their little lab rats. How was I supposed to believe anything after this? I already had trust issues.

Everyone has packaged up the food in bags for us to bring. They somehow packaged some water too.

And now everyone is just trying to get a goodnight's sleep before the day, or two weeks ahead.

"Are you nervous?" Newt whispers into my ear. We lay on our top bunk as usual, my back against his chest.

I let out a small sarcastic laugh, "No."

"You aren't?"

"Hardly. Seems I've been through the worst. I've had my memory wiped, my friends taken away, I've witnessed traumatic death, I've been locked in a room for weeks alone, I've been starved for three days, lied to continuously, and I've been diagnosed with the most horrid disease known to the human race and it is currently eating at my brain. How could it get much worse? I'm ready to face whatever comes up because... well, I've been beat up so much, the skin is tough." I sigh. It sounds horrible, but that's exactly how I feel.

"You make it sound horrible," he starts and then adds, "Oh what am I saying, it's worse than horrible."

I chuckle a little bit.

"It's pretty bad to say this, but look how strong it's made you," he whispers.

"A desert blessing, an ocean curse," I whisper back.

"Exactly... well almost," he says.

"What?" I ask.

"The maze, the Flare, WICKED, none of that really has to do with your strength. You just don't know how strong you are until being strong is the only choice you have," I think he's telling himself this too.

He's a genius with words.

I turn around so that instead of my back touching his chest, my chest is.

I kiss him once on the lips, and then slowly find sleep, with his protective arms wrapped around me. And I do feel safe.

A/N: I know this is short, but I didn't want to recite what Ratman/Janson (whatever you wanna call him) says and I wanted it to end here and yeah. So sorry for my ranting of excuses, but...

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