CHAPTER 6:

AN: Thanks again to everyone who has been reviewing! I love y'all and decided to post another chapter since I have the free time! I love writing about Liz and Newt's past, so that is going to be a major plot in the story. I also would like to know if anyone has suggestions with what I should do with your characters. If you don't review or PM me a suggestion, I'm going to assume I can write their fate however I want. So, I'm going to start off with a different POV! Don't worry because halfway it will switch back to Frank!

Liz POV

After the Gathering, Frank went with Belle to the House to get properly trained for duties. Liz knew Frank didn't want to be a Doctor, but she remembered how miserable she was at dinner that night after working with the Farmers.

Since the day had pretty much just started, Liz went to fulfill her second-in-command duties. Which was pretty much nothing. Liz started with checking with Maddie on the Runners' progress before the doors opened. But, Maddie said she and Benji hadn't found the way out yet.

Maddie was very snarky and rude, but Liz didn't mind. She figured it was her way of coping with the situation of being trapped. But, it had been the same for 3 months. No progress. The only thing they knew about the Maze was that it changed at night and the Beasts came out at night. That was it.

Liz was starting to lose hope. She figured that if they couldn't find the exit to a bloody Maze in the time they had been there, there probably wasn't an exit. If there was, it was going to be really tricky to find.

But Liz knew that everyone else needed to have the hope. That was the only way to keep the fear and chaos to a minimum. The only people that knew were the Runners, Dani, and herself. Liz swore to secrecy, but it was hard to act like there was a solution when she knew there wasn't.

After meeting with Maddie, she went to go help Laurel cook lunch since she had nothing better to do.

Laurel was a nice girl. She knew that everyone was scared, but she wanted to cheer them up. She liked to see all the happy faces in line in the Kitchen. That's why she made the food to the best of her ability, which was really good. And she made desserts, to lighten the mood. Liz respected her ability to find happiness.

Liz was not so fortunate. She faked her happiness. She had to be strong for everyone else; care for everyone else. And after what Frank told her that morning, she had to be strong for her brother. For Newt.

Liz just wanted the night to come so she could force herself to remember. But it came agonizingly slow.

Soon the Doors were closing and everyone was given the 'Lights Out' order by Dani. Liz rushed to bed and thought about Newt before sleep consumer her, so she would hopefully remember.

Liz saw two older people crying in their home. They were holding each other. The man comforting the woman. She then saw two more people dressed in hazmat suits holding two children. Two blonde children. A boy and a girl. The boy looked about 8 and the girl looked 6.

The girl was crying and she noticed the boy was trying to hold back his tears.

Liz realized that little girl was her. The boy must be Newt. And the two older people must have been her parents.

The people in the hazmat suits started talking. "We're very sorry Mr. and Mrs. Donavan. Your children are very intelligent and their participation in our program could help find the cure and save the human race. We promise that Eliza and Zachariah will be in good hands with WICKED."

Liz noticed their names were different. Her flashback then fast forwarded to her and Newt sitting on a berg holding hands. Liz saw herself clinging onto her brother in fright and Newt trying to stay calm by breathing deeply, but Liz could also see the panic in his eyes and his hands trembling.

"Okay, children. Your parents were not immune and will soon succumb to the Flare. With WICKED, you need to forget your past, you are the future and therefore you need to focus on that." A disgusting looking man said. He resembled more of a rodent than a human.

He kept talking in his nasally voice. "So, you both must take new names. Eliza, you will become Elizabeth Ross. And Zachariah, your new name will be Isaac Newton. You must always go by these names."

She then noticed that her brother was speaking up. "I'm sorry sir, but my sister and I would like to keep our names because of our faith."

Liz noticed that those names were from the Bible. She smiled at how she remembered that.

"Well, Isaac, we're sorry but you need to keep those names. If you would like, the names can be shortened to Liz and Newt. Those will be the only names you will remember, after all."

She saw Newt about to speak up again…

Liz awoke with a gasp. She remembered more this time. She smiled at the fact that she knew her real name and finally saw her brother in a dream. But was saddened by the fact she was forcefully taken from her parents.

She only wished that she could see Newt right now. Know what he was doing. If he was alive and well. And she wished that he could know she was okay and was staying strong for him. If she only knew.

Frank POV

The next morning after Frank received her job, she woke up and met Belle in the House for training.

Working with Belle wasn't as bad as she thought. The Doctors weren't that boring. After all, Belle wasn't exaggerating when she said Nat made a visit every day with a new cut. That boy sure was clumsy. And Dani trusted him with a knife.

Frank shook her head at the thought. She definitely wouldn't trust him. He might slice his whole hand off one day!

After Belle taught her how to patch up his cuts, she properly went through all the medicines and what they did.

Belle was nice, a little intimidating at first, but once you got to know her she was very peaceful. She had quite a bit of patience, which was surprising to Frank. She seemed like the type that was easily annoyed.

Frank liked little Louie, too. Even though he was taller than her. He was kind of shy, but really opened up when Frank started asking him about being a Doctor. He seemed to love his job, and he was good at it, too. Blood didn't faze him and Frank found a new respect for the younger boy. He was really mature for his age. But she guessed that's what their situation would do to people. Force them to grow up too fast.

After she was dismissed for the day, Frank headed to the Kitchen for dinner. She found Liz and sat down next to her with a steaming plate of chicken and potatoes. Liz looked up, smiling.

"Hey Frankie! Long time no see, eh? How was working with Belle and Louie?"

"It was pretty good. Not as boring as I thought. Belle and Louie were nice. I think I'm getting the hang of the job." Frank replied.

"That's cool! I'm glad you're liking it. But I know, you want to be a Runner, don't you?" Liz said, whispering the last part.

"Yeah. I just need to find a way how. It feels like I need to do it. Like something's drawing me to it."

Liz nodded understandingly, "I get it. You want to have a purpose."

What Frank didn't know was what Liz knew, there was no escape. The Runners' goal, is just a lost cause.

Liz turned and whispered to Frank again. "I had another bloody dream last night. This time I remembered more. I remembered Newt and my parents and my real name. WICKED was taking Newt and I away from my parents to be a part of finding a cure, whatever that means, and some rat looking guy gave us new names."

Frank was on the edge of her seat, intrigued. "Well, what was your real name?"

"Eliza. And Newt's was Zachariah. We were named after people in the Bible." Liz said with a smile.

Frank smiled, too. Happy for her friend. Happy that she finally remembered Newt. Frank thought, Maybe now that she really remembers Newt, she won't be depressed anymore. Maybe she'll be strong. Let's just hope that Newt will keep his promise.