Hey guys! I decided to make a chapter two. Your reviews really convinced me (plus a private message with someone helped me too). I hope you enjoy. I'm still working on it and get ready for a chapter three!

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The dark haired girl lifted her ear away from the door. She could hear sobbing coming from the hallway outside the room she was confined to. Her knees felt wobbly. The hospital clothing she had on her made her feel light and lifted. She fell away from the door and leaned on the adjacent metal wall. It felt cool on her back, and she sighed, welcoming it. But her mind felt like something was missing. A big part of it was gone.

Emptiness. A dark void that Thomas' thoughts used to fill. WICKED... They were the culprits. They took away her ability. Her only ability that she worshiped like a dog. They removed her most intimate way to talk with Thomas.

Teresa pushed herself away from the metal wall and back towards the only exit in the room. Even though she'd already tried, she wiggled the door knob. This time it unlatched. Cautiously, she stuck her head out in the long, dimly lit hallway. The sobbing had ceased.

Wearing only a pair of spandex shorts and a hospital gown, Teresa stepped into the freezing and seemingly never-ending corridor. She was drawing a blank on what she was doing here, but her mind replayed the last thing she remembered.

Colliding with Tom, the stone ceiling crashing down. Air crushed from her lungs like a vice, choking her, flattening her body. Everything started burning. A searing hot pain as persistent as a heartbeat. Dizziness... A solid darkness closing in, suffocating her... Desperation to tell Thomas how she felt... How she'd always felt... What they'd once been. What they could be again.

Then nothing.

She had woken up to blinding white lights directly above her. Two people bustled around, administering medicine through an IV that they had later removed before transferring her to a new room.

Now she was was here, in this strange compound in only God knows where.

It wasn't easy though, especially not now. Now that she knew her friend was alive.

Well, at least a friend in my mind, she told herself.

Teresa couldn't forgive herself fore what she had done to the Gladers. She didn't feel like a girl. She felt like a monster. A monster who took in all the anguish it had caused, not showing the grief it carried. A sick monster... A stupid monster.

The door to her room she'd just left slammed shut, the noise echoing through the hallway. Teresa's head snapped back towards the sound, her eyes resting on a few numbers and a small silver plaque.

516.

Deedee/Teresa

The Betrayer

An involuntary shiver that had nothing to do with her bare feet on the icy floor coursed through her body.

Oh, how she hated being called The Betrayer. She was inexplicably drawn to the metal plate that bore her name. Her finger traced the engraving, then with a heavy sigh she slammed her head against the door, a dull thud resounding in the hallway. Her body slumped against the door, weak with the exhaustion of the past few days.

Physically, mentally, and emotionally there was no way she could rise. Not, at least, after recollecting herself first. But that didn't stop her mind from thinking in overdrive.

Were the Gladers okay?

Were they cured?

If so, when would she see them?

Were they in the same metal compound as she was?

Some WICKED employees had given her a phone and briefly taught her how to use it. They'd given her the opportunity to call Thomas...

But she denied it.

She didn't want to alarm him. Thomas... He just needed time away from her.

Anyway, Thomas would have to make sure Minho didn't do something stupid every day. Teresa snickered at the thought, a break in her melancholy state. Minho had always been hot tempered, boneheaded, and just outright strange. But he had the guts of a proper leader. Even though Thomas was meant to be the true leader, Minho made a good one.

Before Teresa could continue answering her own questions, muffled footsteps interrupted her thoughts. A slight figure's shadow appeared on the hallway wall. Teresa tried the door to her room, but it was locked. She was trapped her in the hallway. She tried to swallow, but her mouth was too dry. Her temples throbbed as the shadow grew closer.

She had nothing, absolutely nothing, to fear. She was in a safe place. No one would want to kill her... Right? Teresa's body shook, and a little voice in the back of her head was saying, They aren't wearing any shoes. A seemingly random thought in the midst of this inevitable and frightening confrontation. Teresa squeezed her eyes shut, trying to get rid of the pain in her head.

The soft padding of footsteps were closer. Then something in her mind tickled, something about those footsteps... The heavier fall of one foot. Almost like the person had a limp...

Then they stopped. Nothing happened. No scream, no gasp, notthing. Just silence. Teresa opened her eyes slowly, more afraid of being right than wrong. And how right she was...

It was Newt.

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Newt stood calmly in Teresa's doorway. The clothing on his body lay loosely. His eyes weren't surprised and his hands were tightened into fists. He didn't look one bit angry,he looked nervous. Teresa stood up and walked in front of Newt. She scanned for the sign of a Crank. Of course this could be a trick, it could be another trial. But if Newt was a Crank, he showed no signs. Newt gave her a look of understanding, which made her break. She hugged him, holding him tight. She hadn't seen any of the Gladers for a while, so seeing one now, standing in front of her, made her heart break. He didn't hug her back, but Teresa didn't expect him to. Tears flowed down her pale cheeks and her body shook again. Teresa felt like she had been standing there for minutes, clutching onto Newt until she felt a hand on her back. She pulled away and looked up at Newt. His eyes were teary.

"Don't cry," he told her simply, which made her cry more, but only this time, they were from happiness.

Teresa had gotten dressed in a white t-shirt and blue jeans. She walked outside her room and walked down the hallway. Teresa stood in front of two double doors. They had glass panels and outside, it was beautiful. It was a bright green and was speckled with flowers. She had no idea how WICKED pulled it off. She pushed open the double doors and stepped outside. She breathed in the sweet smell of the fresh air. It seemed to relax her a bit. She sat on a bench and waited. Teresa and Newt agreed to meet each other outside, where no one could hear them. It was going to be a more like 'what's up with you' kinda talk. It didn't feel right to her but she had to hear Newt and Thomas's conversation on the phone. Maybe Newt even knew what WICKED was planning to do with them. Maybe he would say that WICKED was going to let them free to see their friends. She missed them so much.

It felt like hours until Newt finally arrived. He made a quick apology, saying that an employee didn't make anything out very clear. Teresa didn't blame him, she had gotten lost the first day too. Newt and Teresa sat together, she could tell he felt uncomfortable sitting next to her for he kept giving her awkward glances.

That's the joy of being me, she told herself.

Before she could start a conversation, Newt asked, "When did you get here?"

Teresa was hesitant. She didn't know how to answer that. She didn't know when she got here. It seemed like she had been beneath the ceiling for one moment and woke up the next in a bed.

"I... I don't know. I guess maybe a week or so ago?" Teresa said.

Newt only nodded simply. Teresa hesitated again. It just didn't feel right sitting next to Newt. He experienced her betrayal to them. He had every right to hate her guts, but he sat with her now, maybe having second thoughts.

"What did Thomas say?" Teresa asked him. She hoped she didn't sound rude.

Newt looked at her and sighed. "Tommy told me a lot, but it was kinda hard. I wasn't feeling so good right then at the moment. Guess I was bloody tired, plus I had a headache..." Newt trailed off.

Teresa looked away.

"But, he sounded okay. Tommy sounded happy, too. Probably because he was. I heard Minho... We exchanged a small conversation." Newt snickered. "He was complaining about something. I think it was about his phone."

Teresa felt an urge to ask about Minho, and she didn't stop herself. "What did Minho say?" Teresa asked.

"He said, and I quote, "This shuck phone is a good for nothing shucking piece of klunk! It doesn't work at all! Plus, no WiFi! I shucking hate this shuck phone!" Newt chuckled a bit.

Teresa rolled her eyes. "Sounds like Minho to me."

Newt continued to talk about the conversation and Teresa listened patiently. Teresa's heart was broken when she heard that Thomas and Brenda were together. When Newt said that, his grin had faded away. Teresa guessed he knew it was hard for her, for he asked her if he should continue. Teresa gave a sharp nod, holding back her tears.

She shouldn't have been surprised about that little bit of news. She knew that Tom would move on without her. She just decided to do the best she could as a friend. And that was to support him all the way. Teresa hadn't even noticed that Newt wasn't talking anymore. When she finally did, she glanced at him. He was staring at the double doors. Teresa saw two WICKED employees talking. She tried to grasp onto what they were saying.

"Number 49 is stirring. I'm glad he escaped the power of the knife," one said.

"Yet we don't know how the others will react. Remember, we still have many patients. We will lose some," said the other.

"But we saved another. We may be high in technology, but it's amazing that we saved another. Can't we celebrate once?" said the first one.

Teresa knew that voice.

"Jack…" Newt whispered. Newt knew one, too.

"And Trixie," Teresa grumbled.

Trixie was one of the people who greeted her when she woke. She was not a chick you wanted to deal with. She could easily argue with you on anything. Heck, Teresa couldn't leave her bed until she ate because of Trixie. Newt gave Teresa a questioning look, and she returned it. The employees had walked away from each other, both seemed highly irritated with the other.

Thank God that's over. They were giving me a headache, Teresa groaned in her mind.

"What do you think they meant?" Newt asked her.

Teresa raised her eyebrow trying to tell Newt she had no idea, but he obviously didn't get it.

"I don't know. Anyone you know get killed with a knife?"

Teresa immediately regretted saying that. As her brain processed, she knew who number 49 was. Newt beat her to saying the name though.

"Chuck."