I'm sorry I didn't update yesterday. I was gone all evening, so I came home and went straight to bed.
I would like to address quickly some of the reviews I've gotten. (Thank you for reviewing by the way.)
I've gotten quite a few saying, "You're putting Newt through so much!" and so on. This is an ongoing battle. Falling in love in the glade is a struggle. Think about it, you're stuck in a place, not knowing who you are, memory flashes are happening, Gladers are dying, etc. It's a mess at it is, and throwing affections into the mix makes it harder on them.
I love Newt, guys. Don't worry, his pain comes with reason.
Also on a happy note, this story has broken 4,000 views. It literally makes my heart swell with happiness when I see you guys following this story. It drives me to write more and more for you guys.
Anyways, I will stop rambling, on to the story.
Raine's POV:
I cried out as he stabbed a needle in my arm. "This is for your own good. This is for the hope of mankind. I want you to remember that." I never chose to be here. I never chose to be a part of this sick experiment. None of us chose this. They took it upon themselves to choose our fate for us. I can't tell if I'm awake or asleep half the time. They keep me medicated all the time. After a while, they stopped injecting me with anesthesia; and that's when I knew. That's when I knew my fate would be the same as the boys they've put in the maze.
I was to become one with them. I was to help them escape.
I awoke with a jolt and wiped the little beads of sweat from my forehead. What happened? I looked around the room. I was in the infirmary, probably after blacking out. I thought back to what happened. All he told me was his name, why did it give me such a headache? I look over to see Newt slouched over my bed fast asleep. I smile softly at him. It kills me knowing I make him worry this much.
I look over to see Thomas, our newest Glader, staring at the ceiling. I carefully move off the bed, carefully so I don't wake Newt up, and move over to him. "Can't sleep?" I ask him. He looks at me a second before nodding. "Are you okay?" I nod once. "I'm not sure exactly what happened. I remember blackness and, well, sitting here right now."
He gives me a sympathetic look. "Did I hurt you? Because if I did, I'm sorry." I shake my head. "No, I don't think it was your fault. I don't really remember what made me pass out." He motions to Newt. "He seems to think it's my fault. Wouldn't stop yelling at me for it." I look over at him with a soft smile. "He just worries, that's all. I've done nothing but make him worry, to be honest." He gives me a curious look. "What did you do? They kept getting happy that 'you were back', but where did you go?" I put my finger to my lips. "Alby will skin me if I explain before your tour tomorrow. No questions can be answered." He furrows his brow. "Why not?" I give him a smile and shake my head. "It's just the rules. Welcome to the Glade. My name is Raine."
Newt woke up and stretched. He looked at the bed I was in then up to me. "You're awake! Why didn't you wake me up, love?" I giggle. "You looked so cute uncomfortably crouched over my bed, I couldn't interrupt." He gives me a sleepy smile. "Can we go back to our room now? It's still bloody night time." I stand up and stretch. "I think that's a good idea. G'night, Thomas." He waves before I turn around and take Newt's waiting hand.
As we were walking back, I finally asked Newt. "What happened to me exactly?" He looks at me. "Exhaustion, mostly. Said you got a head pain and blacked out from it. No one can really answer that but you, really." I try to recall what happened. "It was after Thomas introduced himself, right?" Newt nodded once. "Yeah. For a minute I thought it was his fault. Wouldn't let him hear the end of it, too." I smile at him. "I bet you didn't. Listen.." I stop walking. He turns and looks at me. "What's wrong?" I feel tears start to sting my eyes, but I push them back. "I'm so sorry for always making you worry. I know it must suck being stuck worrying about me all the time." He gives me a soft look before kissing my forehead. "Loving you is the most painful thing I've done, but, it's the bloody best thing that's ever happened to me."
Sleep took a toll on both of us tonight. Wrapped up in Newt's arms, I forgot every worry in the world.
For right now, anyway.
I woke up to Minho shaking me. "Raine, we gotta go." I sleepily look at him. "What for?" I ask. He points over to the maze. "The griever, remember? The doors are open, and I know you need to check it out." I almost jolt out of bed. I completely forgot about the griever. Newt stirs in his sleep before waking up. He looks at me, then Minho. "No," he states simply. "Not happening. No bloody way." I give him a pleading look. "Newt, please understand. We killed the griever, and we need to go look at it. We won't be in there long, okay? We'll be back way before the doors close this time." He gives me a struggled look. "Fine, but hurry back. Alby won't be too happy about this, you know." I shrug. "If he wants out, he'll have to suck it up."
Minho and I run to where we were last night. "This way," Minho instructs. I follow closely behind him. Eventually, we reach the section where the griever was smashed last night.
I look at the sight and wrinkle my nose. The leg is sticking out, and there are griever guts all over the place. "C'mon, Minho. We need to pull it out." We grab onto the leg and begin pulling. "Bloody hell," I exclaim, pulling with all of my might. "You've been around Newt too much," Minho jokes. I roll my eyes. "No shit, Minho. Where else would I be?" He chuckles as we keep pulling.
Finally, the leg comes out of the wall, along with some of its guts. "Ew," I mumble. Minho nods and sighs. "Now what?" He asks. "Well," I start, and get closer. "We need to find a thingy." He stops and looks at me. "A thingy? We risked our lives, to get a thingy?" I shrug. "We have to look for it first, slinthead. Get looking." When I get closer, I hear a beeping noise. "Here." I said. Minho reaches down and grabs a pile of what appeared to be intestines, and pulled out a silver mechanism. "What is this?" He asks. I shake my head. "How am I supposed to know? Have you seen one before?" He shakes his head. "Never. We need to get this to Alby ASAP."
We head back to camp and meet Alby at the door. "What'd you find?" He asked. Minho tossed him the mechanism. "Something we've never seen before." Alby looks it over. "Why does it say seven?" Minho takes it and looks at it. "Well, section seven was open when we were trapped. Maybe that griever belonged to that section." I think outloud. "Minho, what's the maze sequence?" I looks up at me. "7, 1, 5, 2, 6, 4, 8, 3. Why?" I think for a second. "If section 7 was open last night, that means section one is open tonight, right?" He nods. "That means there are supposedly 7 other grievers in the maze alone." He nods slowly. "Where are you going with this." I stare at the mechanism. "Grievers don't come out during the day. They need something to get in and out of the maze. What if this," I hold up the mechanism. "is their way of getting in and out? If so, can we use it to get out too?" Minho and Alby stare at me. "That's a good possibility. It's worth checking out."
At nightfall, a bonfire went on in honor of Thomas' arrival. Every new Greenie gets a bonfire in honor of their arrival. Judging by some of the Glader's faces, they didn't want Thomas here. I wonder why that is? Gally keeps glaring daggers at him. Gally was stung and went through the changing a little before I arrived here. The changing lets you recover some of your memories, so I'm wondering if Gally knows something that we don't. Knowing Gally, he'll make it quite clear what he is thinking soon enough.
Newt walks over to me and grabs my hand. "Where are we going?" I ask. He shrugs. "My room." I raise my eyebrow at him. "Aren't you supposed to be here to celebrate new Greenies, Mr. Second-in-command?" He laughs and shakes his head. "Judging by yesterday's events, I'd say he knows who I am well enough. Besides, why would I pass up the one bloody opportunity to spend alone time with you?" I roll my eyes. He did have a point.
