Chapter 4
Authors Note: I'm BACK! Yay! (This is the part where you all start jumping with joy) Again, sorry for taking so long to update! My brain is not cooperating with me, so I've decided to force myself to write this, (I'm actually spending the whole day writing and updating all my stories)! Also, has anyone else NOT seen the Scorch Trials yet? Or am I like the only one? Also, decided to do this one in Newt's point of view (forgive if he seems oc-y) -Ary
Newt's Point of View
Who did that girl think she was? I'd been here for months. Months, actually it was probably a year now. Or close too. Sometimes I lost count, or tried too. But who did she like she was, storming around acting as if she owned the place? Demanding answers, acting as if they were all idiots. Or maybe I was offended because she was right. I knew she was. There was so much more we could be doing. I knew that. I just didn't like being told by some girl for crike's sake.
"Newt!" calls the one and only female devil here, Amelia.
"What?" she looks a bit flustered, and her pale cheeks are flushed, her bright eyes alight.
"I-I ugh just wanted to say I was sorry for before. It wasn't my place, and I should have been nicer about it," she pauses for a second biting her lip. Then after a moment she starts up again "I do stand by what I said. There should be some changes made around here, if we ever want to get out of here. You do realize that right?" I sigh, and sit down.
"It's not exactly easy being in charge here. It's hard, trying to make sure that everyone is happy and safe. I also don't exactly have the best materials to do much of anything here. We're limited by whatever the Box gives us." I say, she scrunches up her nose.
"You guys come up with the lamest names. The Meadow? The Box? The Maze? Also, how do you know if it's a Maze if you've never been in there?" She asks,
"You do realize we're just teenage boys right? Most of us aren't the most creative. Some of us, when we had more of us here, went into the Maze. A discovery-exploration mission." I reply.
"Well, how did it go? The maze probably has a way out." She says. I look at her, as she sits beside me, knees pulled up to her chest. Her long brown hair flowing in the gentle breeze, her bright eyes scanning the Meadow.
"What on Earth makes you say that?" I ask, she turns to me, fixing me with her bright stare.
"It makes sense. We're here," she grabs a nearby twig, and draws a box in the sand. "This is the middle of the maze, the safe zone if you will." She draws a larger circle around the box. "Here's the maze, now do you remember those little maze things you used to do as a kid, where you had to help lead the character to the outside?" she asks, I nod it sound familiar enough. "I always thought that the middle of the Maze was a nice resting place, somewhere we could take a break from running away from the monster, but then we could leave the middle and go out into the maze, and leave." She erases a small bit of the circle leaving an opening. "There has to be an exit in the Maze. It only makes sense. Why would wicked, lock teenagers in here randomly? It's a game. We have to figure out what the rules are." She concludes. I look up at her, incredulous. She's been here for a few hours and she's already throwing everything up into the air.
"You are amazing." I say, as I look down at the drawing again. She jumps up, clapping her hands together.
"Does this mean I'm forgiven?" she cocks her head to the side, watching me.
"Yes. So don't do anything stupid."