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Crossing over with AsgardianGrizzly's 'The Other Glade' and beta read by METROTOPIST

Rose had healed within three days after the serum was injected, but Tori had managed to keep her in the clinic for another week after that. Then, Rose had jumped out the window and attempted to run for the maze. She was, of course stopped by Theo (the track hoe) and lead back to the clinic.

Cured had reported that Rose had acted weird when she woke up, saying things like 'there has to be a way out' and 'shuck WICKED'. Cured believed that this was due to a dream or hallucination that the serum had given her, that Rose fancied to be true.

Dan had awoken the day before Rose was healed and simply walked out of the clinic, without anyone knowing or noticing, and went back to giving orders around the glade. Despite all objection from Betsy, Vani and the medjacks, he refused to return to bed. For this offense, he received a slap to the face from Betsy, but she immediately made up for the violation of rules by pulling him into a long, kiss across the lips- resulting in a lot of cheering from the surrounding gladers.

Since then, they constantly denied being a couple. Although this was mainly for glade-running purposes (their support could shrink very fast if there was a chance that the first and second command of the glade to had influence over each other). So, they told nobody, even though everyone already knew.

Two months later

Clara dreamed in her sleep. It was a dream so real that it seamed like more of a memory. Maybe it was, Clara wouldn't have known the difference.

In the dream she and Chris sat together in the corner of a room that appeared to be the living room of a home- their home. They were deliberately avoiding the woman across the room from them, their mother, perhaps? The mother, who had killed their father. She was sobbing, a nearly empty bottle of alcohol was cradled in her arms. Every once and a while she would look up, begging her children to come closer and give her one final hug, but she knew that they wouldn't and that they were wise not to.

The front door opened. A man marched in with two women at his heels. All three were dressed in an uniform, looking very professional.

"Good morning ma'am. Are your children ready?" The gentleman at the front said in a kind manner, but his eyes clearly stated that he would take them even if they weren't. It wasn't anything personal, just strictly business.

Clara's mother was not in the state to speak and simply nodded. She looked to her two, dear children and gave them a last, weak smile. Clara had always hated her mothers addictions, but she was beginning to regret the hatred. She was fighting off the urge to run to her mother and hug her a final time - tell her she still loved her - but instead she turned from the woman she called mother and lead Christopher to the door and the man waiting for them.

She was just outside of the run down little house when she looked back through the smashed window to see her broken mother holding a gun to her own head. She closed her eyes and sighed as the bullet left the barrel.

Clara screamed as she woke, but it was inaudible due to the blaring siren that had consumed the glade. 'Greenie day' Clara recalled as she lifted herself off of the grassy carpet of the dead heads. Chris wasn't far from the dead heads either, perhaps a couple of meters at most, and sluggishly making his way to the box.

Clara jogged to catch up to her twin. "Hey!" She shouted, barely heard over the sirens.

"Hi!" He shouted back, less enthusiastically. He had bags hanging under his light brown eyes, expressing his usual lack of sleep. He had always had nightmares during the night, he never really slept well, and she couldn't help him. Clara didn't even try at night any more, she would doze for an hour or two at night, but most of her sleep time came from day time naps.

The siren stopped as the pair reached the already surrounded box. A low clang could be heard under the heavy doors over the elevator to the glade. At that, Jeakyung and Betsy moved forward to pull open the doors to the box. One heavy yank and the new glader was revealed.

She had short, curly black hair that reached her shoulders, her eyes were a hazel color that was almost orange, and she seamed completely unfazed by her journey in the elevator. She actually looked vaguely disappointed in the whole experience.

Dan, as always, bounded into the box and shouted into the greenie's face, "Hello slithead!" He smiled gleefully at the girl.

"What did you call me?" The girl's eyebrows raised in annoyance. "I'll have you know my name is Ella."

"Well then, Miss. Ella," Several scoffs were heard from the crowd of gladers. "Welcome to the glade! I am Dan, or Danny, or Daniel-"

"Ya, would you shut up and listen?" Dan's giddy smile disappeared at Ella's rude remark. "The grievers will come."

"What?" Betsy had entered her self into the conversation.

"That is all I remember, 'the grievers will come'" Ella replied, still entirely professional. "Might I ask what a griever is." She pulled up her sleeve to reveal a scar on her arm. It read one word: GRIEVER.

Ok, sorry for another long wait... LIFE is my excuse. Any way, I have a big announcement *drumroll* WE HAVE REACHED 1,061 VIEWS! *confetti cannons burst and everyone cheers!*

The crossover between this story and 'The Other Glade' is getting very close now, so if you haven't read the AMAZING ASGARDIANGRIZZLY's story, then you probably should :/ (but if you don't, most of it should be explained)

RESPONSE TIME!

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