Hi! Happy Halloween! I hope you all enjoy this chapter! Leave in the reviews what you've dressed up as!

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AsgardianGrizzly: Yeah! Plot twist! XD, And apparently he does ship it! But it was a very hard decision for him and he chose Minho because Newt has known him longest. Thanks, I like writing sad chapters! But this isn't one of them!

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Everything was different. We had stayed in a dorm for the past two days now. Minho and Tommy and I barely spoke to each other. It was like living with two strangers.

I would hear Tommy and Minho talking to each other while they thought I was sleeping. But I could never bring myself to talk to them back.

My heart and soul always hurt now. I wanted everything to be like it was before. I just wished we had stayed in the Glade. Maybe we could have fought off those grievers. Maybe we could have closed the maze doors.

But now there was nothing we could do to turn back time. We were stuck in the present.

"Hey Newt?" Tommy's voice almost made me fall out of the top bunk. I turned to him, but looked over his shoulder rather than his eyes.

I didn't answer.

"Um...Minho and I were wondering...do you want to, you know, talk about all this?" He asked. I kept looking behind him.

"You can't just ignore us forever you slint-head!" Minho added. I looked away. As much as I wanted to speak to my friends, I couldn't bring myself to. It was too painful.

"Okay, we're coming up," Minho jumped o the ladder to my bunk and sat in front of me, along with Tommy. I sighed.

"Guys...please. You don't have to do this," I muttered.

"Yes we do. You're not even close to yourself. We came here to rescue Newt. Not whatever version of Newt you're being," Minho said.

I gritted my teeth.

"Really? That's funny mate, because you haven't been doing much rescuing since you bloody got here!"

Minho and Tommy stared.

"Yeah and you can quit staring me like I'm some blinkin' endangered animal!" I yelled. They sighed.

"We're just trying to talk Newt," Tommy reasoned.

"And I said I don't want to talk!"

"Can you just shut your whining for one shucking second! We know you hate being the damsel in distress and all, but you're going to let us help you!" Minho yelled.

"I don't need your help!"

"Yes you do!" Minho and Tommy said simultaneously.

"Fine! Maybe I do need help! Maybe I do! But you two shanks would never even begin to understand what I've been through! I'd sooner go to therapy with that deranged crank girl! At least she knows what it's like to feel insanity slowly take over your mind and know with complete certainty, that you want to die!" I screamed.

"Then help us understand Newt. Tell us everything," Tommy said. I stayed silent.

"I...I...Maybe tomorrow. We should get some sleep," I stalled.

"I'm not tired, what about you Thomas?" Minho asked. Tommy shook his head.

"No, not really. In fact, I could stay up all night," He said pointedly. I glared at both of them.

"Fine. We'll all sit here and I'll tell my little sob story and you can say some magic word that'll make everything better," I rolled my eyes.

"That's the plan," Minho agreed.

"Right," I muttered. "Now, where to start..."

"May I suggest the beginning?" Minho quipped.

"May I suggest shutting up?" I mocked. I rubbed my temples and tried to gather my thoughts. Finally, I found a good place to begin.

"They came from WICKED," I started. Minho snorted.

"Don't make this sound like some kind of novel," He laughed. I glared at him until he stopped talking.

"Anyway, I was in the Berg, you know, watching cartoons in my mind and chatting with the chairs like any old loony having a great time, when they just burst in. I tried to leave you guys a note."

"Yeah, we saw," Tommy said.

"Yeah well, they took me away and locked me up in some room. I...can hardly remember...It's like it happened years ago. I met Rose...or whatever her real name is...after that. Or maybe before? I'm not really sure. But while I was in that room, I started to not feel so bad. I was happy actually.

"And then there was a testing room. Oh! And Frypan was there. But I don't know where he is now-"

"Wait, Frypan is here?" Tommy asked. I read his mind.

"Yeah, all the cranks from the other group got taken here. Which means Theresa didn't."

"Oh, right. Yeah," Tommy said.

"They gave us all these weird shots, I think they were supposed to be to see how the Flare reacted with emotions, but I don't remember much of what happened. I do remember being really mad, like, I wanted to kill you both for real. And then...then I think I was being chased. By that crank girl. She wanted to eat my eyes.

"I ran into a room. It was Rose's bedroom. And that's pretty much when they took me to the Vault. They gave me prototypes of the cure everyday. It hurt a thousand times more than when I-" I stopped.

Minho and I shared a meaningful look. Tommy didn't know.

"Than when I got attacked by the grievers in the maze and got my limp," I finished. Minho nodded. Tommy gave me a quizzical look.

"The point is that I couldn't take it. I...I really wanted to just die! And I was so angry at you idiots for letting me rot in the prison! I hoped that I'd be dead when you found me so you would feel bad for being so late. But, that's not how it turned out. And when they told me I was cured, Ava said I had to kill you, or she would kill Rose."

"But, Rose isn't your sister," Minho finished.

"No, no she isn't," I sighed.

"And her last name is Paige. Evelyn Paige," Tommy brought up the one thing I hadn't wanted to think about. The one thing I wanted to forget more than anything.

It didn't seem fair, for a monster like Ava to have a bloodline. And for me to have nothing. I had nothing.

"So shanks," I said sardonically. "How are you going to make this better?"

"I think we already did, at least we're talking right?" Tommy said.

"Sure. Now get off my bloody bed before I kick you off," I mumbled. Minho grinned.

"Sure your majesty," He jumped down into his bed below mine. Tommy jumped too and went to his bunk on the other side of the room.

I breathed. For the first time in a while I felt light. But there was still darkness in my heart and I still lived in fear of more hurt.

Mostly a recap/filler chapter, but I thought it was sweet. And there are clues for the future plot in this chapter, hidden in very, very plain sight. Can you find them?

Fun Fact#14: There was a Twitter competition released in early September called #ScorchMaze, where you had to go through a choose-your-own-path game and then enter a drawing to have your name selected to feature in the Fever Code. But it ended Oct. 19, and it was only open to UK residents. *Sigh*

Wolf Out...