Teresa watched Gally. Even though she had stuck up for him,Gally had always made her uncomfortable. Especially since his eyes weren't the same. They could show anger and nervousness. It wasn't like the Gally she knew back in Denver. This was Gally hating on Thomas Gally. It just didn't seem right. She shook a bit feeling unsafe as it is. What was also was really making her nervous was Newt's temper. He had to be immune now,right? Or would he be catching the Flare all over again? Would he die again? And would he never come back this time? She was snapped back to reality at Newt's,Alby's,and Gally's yells. She saw Chuck staring at the teenagers. He could hear the cursing that came out of their mouths and saw the way they balled up their fists. She shook her head. She couldn't get into the fight,Newt or Alby would tell her to back off, plus she didn't want to make it any worse. It seemed like the fight had gone on for minutes and all Janson-'Ratman'-did was grin. Teresa had had enough. She picked up something from the medical table. It was round but not that hard. It would just stun someone. Hopefully. She threw it across the room and it hit Gally straight in the forehead. The fight stopped and Gally glared at her. "Alright kids,get back to your rooms. Take anything you like and get packed. We'll be dropping you off later",Janson said with a smile. Teresa now hated this man. Teresa stood up. "I ain't bloody leaving!", Newt said to Janson. Another outburst which made Teresa nervous. "Yes you are", Janson said. A couple of thumps were heard out in the hallway and men with black suits filled the room. They pointed Launchers at the boys and girl. "Not those bloody things again",Newt groaned. Alby sneered but kept his distance. Gally left the room first not seeming to care. What was wrong with him? Soon two guards started pushing Teresa out. She stopped in front of Newt and looked him up and down. He only gave a quick nod before she started walking again. Teresa was shoved into her room and she heard the door lock behind her. Might as well pack.
Janson walked in front of Gally. "Good act back there,Jack. We really need to get this trial up and running",Janson said. Gally twisted a watch on his wrist and his picture shimmered until Jack took his place. "Hey,I was born to act. Well,that's what I thought. So when exactly are we going again?",Jack asked. "Early morning. I have something planned",Janson grinned. Jack hated when the guy smiled. It gave him the shivers.
Newt slammed his fists into the door,screaming to let him out. It did him no good, his throat had started feeling scratchy and his voice cracked. Newt walked away from the door and slumped on the bed. His head was protesting with pain. Ever since getting into Chuck's room,he had the headache. He had seen Teresa giving him odd looks,he knew that she was worrying about him. He hated the fact that he didn't know if he was immune or not. It made him feel worthless. He wanted so badly to give up and end it all,there was plenty of stuff in the room. He could easily hand himself or stab himself,but he just couldn't give up. He needed to help his friends,no matter what the cost. He got up and looked around the room. He found a drawer and opened it. It had neat clothes in it and Newt brought it all out. He didn't know what he might need but he definitely knew that WICKED threw weird and strange things at them all the time. Everything and anything was needed, even maybe worthless clothes. Newt took a armful of clothes and dumped them on his bed. He looked around again. He saw scissors. They were silver and they seemed to call him. Newt walked over and grabbed them. He took a red shirt and wrapped it around the scissors. He stuffed the shirt to the bottom of the clothes. Newt sat on the bed and stared out the window. The trees swayed a bit. It lured his mind to thinking about the Flare. Was he immune? Or was he going to go through it all again? Newt sighed. He heard the door knob jiggle and someone opened the door. Newt looked over to see Ratman. The Ratman held a duffel bag. The bag was camouflage and had stitches in it. The Ratman threw it at him. Newt caught it up and looked at Ratman confused. "Get packed. You'll be leaving soon",Ratman said. Newt continued to stare. "Don't need to be scared,Alex. Not many of you are predicted to die. Actually only one will die. That good?",Ratman asked. Newt just nodded his head,his brain was still processing the words. "Good",Ratman nodded. He left and closed the door behind him. Newt's brain had finally processed and Newt's palms became sweaty. Only one? Who would it be?
Would it be him?