DISCLAMIER: I ONLY OWN BELLE AND A FEW OTHERS THE REST BELONGS TO JAMES DASHNER
Newt POV:
After showing Tommy where the Maps were he made us search the entire bloody Glade for marker pens and pencils while he got wax paper from Fry even though he didn't seem too happy about it.
"This better be good," Minho said his voice laced with warning but I could tell he was interested.
I leaned forward putting my elbows on the table it would honestly take a magic trick to give me hope of getting out of this place. "Get on with it, Greenie."
Tommy seemed so eager but terrified at the same time. He handed a knife to Minho who looked at it in disgust. "Start cutting rectangles, about the size of the Maps. Newt and Teresa, you can help me grab the first ten or so Maps from each section box."
"What is this, kiddie craft time?" Minho said disgusted. "Why don't you just tell us what the klunk we're doing?"
I rolled my eyes.
"I'm done explaining. It'll be easier if I just show you. If I'm wrong, I'm wrong, and we ca carry on running around the Maze like mice."
Thomas and Teresa went through the boxes as Minho had already cut twenty pieces of wax paper Minho lifted up the wax paper and tested it against the light.
What was he doing?
Grabbing a marker. "All right, everyone trace the last ten or so days onto a piece of this stuff. Make sure you write the info on top so we can keep track of what's what. When we're done we might see something."
It clicked in my mind about what he was trying to do.
"What-?" Minho began but I interrupted him.
"Just bloody keep cutting," I ordered. "I think I know where he's going with this."
We cut in silence everyone's focus was on the wax paper that was in front of them, sometimes you'd hear someone wince as they cut themselves with the knife.
"I've had enough," I said finally said I felt a little weird after so long in silence. "My fingers are burning like a mother. See if it's working."
Thomas told us to put the Maps next to each other in piles as he slowly piles the top of each pile on top of each other. Their lines crossing creating an F. I think I heard Teresa gasp.
"Man," Minho said.
"Could be a coincidence," Teresa said. "Do more quick."
Tommy quickly went thought the pile.
"Look," He said pointing at the down the line it had created. But it was confusing. Really confusing. "It spells FLOAT and then it spells CAT."
"Float cat?" I asked. "Doesn't sound like a bloody rescue code to me."
"We just need to keep working," Tommy said and he right
It didn't spell CAT it spelt CATCH but it was still very confusing.
"Defiantly not a coincidence," Minho said.
"Defiantly not," Tommy agreed.
Teresa gestured to the boxes at the back of the room. "We have to get through them - all those boxes in there."
"Yep," Tommy nodded seeming happy that his idea had worked. "Let's get it on."
Then Minho argued that he and Thomas should go running and Tommy being the stubborn shank he is wanted to stay and help with the Maps. This argument lasted for a few minutes when I broke it up.
"Tommy," I said. "Minho's right. You shanks go out Runnin'. I'll round up some Gladers we trust and get workin' on this."
"Me too," Teresa agreed. "I'll stay and help Newt,"
Tommy looked at her. "You sure?"
She smiled folding her arms. "If you're going to decipher a hidden code from a complex set of mazes, I'm pretty sure you need a girl's brain running the show." Her grin turning into a smirk.
"If you say so." Tommy folded his arms staring at her with a smile I just watched between then in amusement.
'Is this what me and Belle were like?' I thought to myself then mentally scared myself 'Don't think of her right now. It's not the time.'
I wish she was here.
"Good that." Minho said while he nodded turning to door. "Everything's fine and dandy." He started towards the door until he realised Tommy wasn't coming with him
"Don't worry, Tommy," I said. "Your girlfriend will be fine."
Tommy left without saying goodbye.
"I'll round up some people, you stay here and sort through some more Maps," I told Teresa who just nodded.
I walked by the Deadheads and I felt an arm reach out and grab me pulling me into the Deadheads. I turned and saw Cameron.
"Cameron? What are you doing here? Why are you here?" I asked her quickly.
"Don't sound too happy to see me," She said sarcastically. She was wearing a red jumper and jeans with a black backpack on. She let out a sigh and swung the bag off her back getting out tissues and a bottle of water.
"What did you mean when you said you were sorry?" I asked her.
She wet he tissue with the water and wiped it where I had been with the plank of wood where the blood had dried. "I don't have time to explain," she said simply looking at her watch. "I'm not even supposed to be here right now, should be on the berg."
"What do you mean? What are you talking about?" I asked her.
"I mean you're not going to see me for a while, but you will see me again," She said still wiping my forehead.
"Where are you going?" I asked curiosity taking the better of me.
She laughed quietly. "If I could tell you I would." She took the tissue away. "Goodbye Newt."
She started to walk away but stopped. "Newt, you can survive this. I know you can everyone else knows you, you just doubt yourself and you shouldn't you smarter and stronger than you have ever given yourself credit for," She said softly. "So don;'t start giving up on yourself now."
She turned and disappeared into the shadows of the Deadheads. I turned back to the Glade wondering if things could get any weirder.
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