Hey! So, this is officially my first time updating during the week! Yay! Thanks so much for the lovely reviews I got! This chapter is a bit longer than usual!

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angelcarstairs4679: Yes, I am notorious for cliffhangers, but they are so much fun to write! And yes, Newt has been cured, and you'll find out how trustworthy WICKED is after this chapter!

catnip851: Thanks!

fadingshadowss: Thanks! And yeah, I don't really like to make things overly happy! I go as realistic as possible. I'm glad you like the story and can understand my weird schedule! Oh, and I swear I read a fanfic like that, but I couldn't find it again! So I would love to write that for you, but it would probably be a one-shot.

Anahi: I know right! Me neither.

Guest: I said it wasn't in the original version, so yeah, the manuscript. Sorry if that was a bit confusing. But yeah, it wasn't in the original manuscript! Could you imagine reading, or watching, the Maze Runner without that scene? I couldn't.

I woke up to the sound of knuckles rapping on my door.

"Newt? I'm coming inside. Are you decent?" A female voice yelled. I groaned and stood up dizzily.

"Yeah," I moaned. The door clicked open and a plump nurse walked in. She had a small needle in her hand and I immediately fell backwards over the bed. I scrambled away and she chuckled.

"Don't worry, Newt, this isn't the same thing Gordon gave you. These are just vitamins, packed into a fluid. It'll make you feel less sick," She explained. My head buzzed painfully as she slowly injected the fluid. I did feel a little bit better, and allowed her to help me up. In the back of my mind I registered the needle-man's name. Gordon. It seemed fitting, although I didn't know if it was his last or first name.

"Where we going?" I mumbled, still mostly sleepy.

"I'm taking you to see Chancellor Paige. Gordon wanted to escort you personally, but he was called away on different business."

I nodded.

"Well come on. Oh and put some shoes on. There should be some fresh ones in the closet."

I smiled gratefully and walked to the closet. A pair of black boots was waiting for me. I tried them on, and was surprised to find them actually comfortable. Stumbling, I followed the nurse into the hallway.

We didn't speak much. I was too busy trying to figure everything out. There was one piece of the bloody puzzle that didn't make any sense. And that piece of the puzzle happened to walk into me right then.

I fell to the floor as we collided.

"Oh! Newt! I'm sorry, I wasn't looking!" Little One said. Except she looked different. Instead of blond hair, she had dark black locks spilling over her face. And her chocolaty eyes were bright green.

But she still had the same face. My face!

"Rose?" I whispered. But she was already being shooed away by the nurse. Her eyes flashed on hearing her name.

"We'll talk later," She mouthed, then she was on her way. I stared after her as the nurse dragged me down the rest of the halls.

Eventually we arrived, my head spinning, at yet another blinking door! The nurse all but shoved me in.

"She'll call you up when she's ready," She said, and closed the door behind her. I was in a white waiting room of sorts. I had a fleeting urge to scream or laugh loudly, as is the case every time you're in a silent pristine room.

But instead, I sat on a lumpy white couch and stared at the walls. It seemed like days passed before another feminine voice called out to me through a door in the wall.

"Come in Newt," She said. I walked through the small door and emerged in an office. I was really getting sick of the color white.

But a striking woman was perched behind the desk. She was old, but incredibly beautiful. So much so, I could have wept. Her porcelain skin shined like dove feathers, and looked as soft. Her pale blond hair was pulled in a strict bun on top of her head, and rested there like it was watching over everything. Her figure was straight and tall and gracefully thin.

My eyes travelled to her face, where blazing blue eyes like marbles bore into my own. A tiny half smirk played on her thin, pink lips and her pointed nose stuck out like an ivory beak. A bird. A majestic old bird.

I felt intimidated by her startling beauty. I felt small.

"Sit, Newton," She said. I quickly took my place.

"Very good. Now, I am sure you are aware of your health?"

I wasn't sure what she meant, but I nodded anyway. She smiled.

"It is our greatest achievement. We've finally done it. We've found a cure," She stared wistfully at nothing. I squirmed.

"So...does that mean I can go home?" I said it too quickly. I wasn't thinking. I blushed as Chancellor Paige looked at me with pity.

"There is no home. They've all been destroyed. There is only flare and scorch now. But now we have the means to cure the former!" She practically squealed.

"Yes. But...what I meant was, can I leave?" I asked.

"No Newt. Not yet. You see, we need to observe you a little while longer. To see if any side effects arise, and to make sure it's a permanent cure."

My heart stopped cold.

"You don't know if it's permanent?" I growled. She didn't seem fazed.

"Not yet. And so far, it seems to be slow acting. You weren't always that violent," She winked.

"You know nothing," I said.

"Hm...I wouldn't say that. But, that is not what we're here to discuss," She said briskly. I rolled my eyes.

"Then why did you call me here?"

"I have a very special proposal for you Newton," She grinned madly. It reminded me of the crank girl. My heart beat faster. "Your friends are being held in an interrogation room on the second floor."

"And?" I bit my lip, waiting for her to say we could all see each other.

"And, I need you to go," She paused, as if searching for the word. "And kill them."

My world collapsed in on itself. I stared at her, wide eyed. She merely unfolded her hands and leaned back in her chair, waiting for my response.

"I..." My brain froze up. "I...I...I..."

"Think of it as payback, after all, they made you wait for days before even lifting a finger to rescue you," She said airily.

"Well...but...I..."

"I was watching them the whole time. They even spent a few days weighing the consequences of coming, it is quite dangerous."

"NO!" I screamed.

"Would I lie to you Newt? Would I? I have just saved you from a fate worse than death!" She spoke quickly.

"NO NO NO!"

"Fine. Then I'll just have to kill someone else you love. And this time, I'll have it done right!" She chuckled. My eyes glistened with tears. Who was she talking about? Who? Who? And then I remembered.

Rose.

"I need to go," I said stiffly. I stood up and had to force every limb to keep from running.

"I hope you'll consider my offer Newt. You have until tomorrow to decide," She said as I burst from her office and charged into a full sprint. I dashed through the long hallways for several long minutes until I found it. A small room slightly left ajar.

I sprinted inside and found Rose sitting on her bed.

"What the-"

"Rose!" I gasped. "We need to get out! She'll kill you! She said she's going to shucking kill you!" I wheezed.

Rose looked at me strangely.

"Who?"

"Chancellor Paige!"

"That's ridiculous. She loves me like a daughter."

"No! She's bloody lying! That's all they do here!" I screamed.

"Newt. Listen to me. There is nowhere else to go. This is my home. I am staying here forever, with Ava."

"But, you don't understand! She said she'll kill you if I don't kill my best friends!" I cried. The little girl reached up to grab my chin. She pulled me down to her level.

"Newt, do you want me to die?" She asked sadly. I shook my head furiously.

"Good. Then it's settled. You'll kill your friends," She shrugged. I cried harder.

"But I can't just...kill them!" I mumbled.

"Yes you can. It's easy. Think about all the children that died that night when they began making the first grievers. I almost died that night. Do you really want to lose me again?

"So you are her." I said softly. She hesitated a moment, and looked like he might cry too.

"Yes," She answered. My heart ached.

"How?"

"That's not important," She whispered. Then she placed a kiss on my cheek. "You promised dad that you would protect me. So do it. Protect me big brother," She dared.

"Rose," I could hardly see her through my stream of tears.

"Yes Newt?"

"I love you," I whispered. But something in me didn't want to believe it. I told myself I was just scared of loving. She smiled.

"I love you too."

I was suddenly overwhelmed by weariness. I lay down on her bed, feeling so vulnerable.

"Rose, can you sing me a song?" I asked. My eyes fluttered, and she pushed them closed as the first notes whistled from her throat.

I'm covering my ears,

When their words sting and burn

When the world is scorched and burnt

I'm covering my eyes

When everything is empty

When everything is wrong

I'm blocking out the sun

And hiding in the dark

And your voice pulls me back

Hold my hand in yours

And don't

let

go

Ok, so before anyone goes and tries to Google the song lyrics, I made them up! Thanks for reading and please review!

Fun Fact#11: Thomas Brodie Sangster says he knew absolutely nothing about Newt when he first started filming, other than three things: He was British, he was the nice-guy, and he had a limp.

Wolf Out...