What even was sleep? It was supposed to be something tranquil, but tonight, for Lynn, it was the complete opposite.
The low hum of the light panel kept her awake; her mind kept her awake. She wanted to sleep, it laid heavy on her eyelids. Though everytime she closed her eyes, sleep wouldn't be there.
Newt was already passed out next to her. He snored softly with his head buried into her hair, fingers gripping the blanket tightly as he brought it up to his chest. He fell asleep so easily, something Lynn wished she could do as of right now.
Her arm started to ache. Mainly the area where they stabbed the syringe into her. It hurt like hell. The red substance encased in the glass haunted her, what was it? Was it meant to keep her awake like this? It made her hands shake, heart race; something was up.
All of a sudden her eyes were closed again. She couldn't open them, they seemed so heavy. Then a warm feeling washed over her, numbing her arms, legs, fingers. Everything was peaceful, and then there was sleep.
Lynn was back in the Glade. She was with Sonya, Lily, Harriet, Alberta. It must've been the very beginning, they all looked so young and sweet. Innocent.
She was buried in the blankets of her cot, shoulder-length blonde hair spread across the pillow like a halo. Lynn and Sonya shared a room on the top floor of the main building, so far there were only two cots and a wooden chair tucked in the corner. Lynn was able to sneak four fluffy blankets out of the Newbie box for herself, Harriet caught her in the act but let her have the extra blankets anyway. They could always send a note down and ask for more.
It was cold that morning, but Lynn and Sonya's room was warm and cozy. Only because their room was right above the kitchen, Isabella must've already started making breakfast.
Sonya was already awake, brushing her hair while looking at herself in the small, square mirror they had on the door. She hadn't bothered to wake Lynn up, it wasn't any use since she would fall back to sleep seconds later.
This morning she woke up all by herself, rubbing her tired hazel eyes with her fists as she pushed all four fluffy, cozy blankets of her bed. Lynn swung her legs out from under the pile of blankets, and rested her head in her hands, yawning like cat as she rubbed her her hands down her face.
"Nice to not have to wake you," Sonya said, smiling as she turned to her friend. "You look so cute when you're sleeping."
Lynn sighed, her accent thick as she spoke, "Shut up, Sonya."
The elder blonde tossed the brush onto her cot, "Less sassy too."
Lynn stood up and grabbed the white hoodie from the hook next to her bed, slipping it over her head and fitting it to her torso. "What's on the agenda today?"
"Well," Sonya began, "You and I are going to start working on the garden, because since there's only seven of us at the moment, everyone else is busy."
The younger slipped her hair into a ponytail, "With what? What is there possibly to do in this boring-ass field we live in?"
Sonya opened the door, not even having to motion Lynn to follow her as the two made their way down the hall. "Isabella is still getting the hang of cooking so she's going to be working on that for most of the day, and don't worry, I told her not to use up too many materials. Lily and Alberta are digging through the boxes in that cage in the middle of this freaking field searching for more medical supplies."
They descended side-by-side down the spiral, wooden staircase, walking right out the door into the brisk morning air.
"Supposedly, Beth is working on building a hut out in the forest. For what purpose, I have no idea."
"Probably making it a bachelorette pad she can have all to herself."
"Most likely. And Harriet's gonna be with us the entire day."
Lynn glanced up at the sky. It was sunny out today, but it seemed fake, almost like it was too good to be true. Within the two months they've been here, it's never rained. Not once. Weird.
Her gaze then drifted out to the four entrances to the Maze they were stuck in the middle of.
"What about the Maze?" Lynn asked, pointing a finger towards the north entrance. "Don't you think someone should go out there? And, ya know, explore?"
Sonya shook her head, "I don't know, we've only been out there once and almost got stuck in there before the doors closed. And don't you remember those creepy noises we heard a couple nights ago? I don't think it's safe out there."
Lynn shrugged her shoulders and replied, "But someone needs to do it Sonya. Whether we like it or not, we're stuck in the middle of this place, there has to be a way out or something. The only way we're gonna find one is going and...and…and mapping the heck outta that Maze and studying it, memorizing it, ya know. C'mon, I could do it myself! We would wait until we had a few more girls so I wouldn't be all alone out there, but it could be an idea."
Her friend was quiet for a minute. Staring back and forth between the four entrances with her arms crossed.
And Lynn smiled when she saw Sonya nod.
A wave of nausea washed over Lynn, eyes fluttering open as her head felt hot and heavy. She crawled out from under the blankets and rushed to the bathroom, already feeling the bile climb up the back of her throat.
Collapsing in front of the toilet, Lynn heaved everything that had been in her stomach, which was little to nothing. The acid made her throat burn as she held her hair away from her face, tears trickling down her cheeks as her vision blurred and head swelled. Her arm ached more than before, the skin around where they had entered the syringe bright red.
Since there was absolutely no food in her stomach, Lynn spent three minutes dry heaving until her stomach had settled, wiping away the clear, acidic vomit off the corners of her mouth with the back of her hand. She clutched her head with both hands, bringing her knees to her chest as she leant up against the wall.
The world started to spin around her. Everything was going so fast. Her head pounded, hands trembled, heart beated faster with every breath she took.
A treble ringing blocked out all sources of sound from her eardrums, only able to hear to sound of her own breath.
She didn't hear the bathroom door open, she didn't feel someone pluck her up off the ground and set her down on the bathroom counter, she only noticed a cup of water being lifted to her lips by someone else-most likely that person was her brother-and a hand cradling her cheek. The touch didn't feel brotherly, which was strange, it felt almost more than that. Their thumb gently brushed against her cheekbone. There was a sudden urge in the touch that wanted her to open her eyes.
And she complied to their touch.
Eyelashes fluttering, Lynn caught the sight of almond eyes staring back at her, a glint of lust dazzling his iris'.
Minho.
He was here.
But how? How was it possible that, in this moment, Minho was right here, exactly where Lynn wanted him to be.
God, she'd haven't even thought about him for the longest time.
"Hey baby," The deepness of his voice made her bones rattle in the most pleasurable way possible, "I've missed you."
Tears trickled down her freckled cheeks once more. But this time, it wasn't in pain. Her throat still ached and acid lingered on her taste buds, all that seemed to matter was the Minho was here, touching her, looking at her. It was all that mattered.
Lynn couldn't even bring herself to speak.
"Shhh, Lynn, don't cry." Within a moment, Lynn felt the familiarity of Minho's embrace. Burying her head in his chest, hiccups of sobs fell off her lips, her whole body shuddering.
Shuddering at the fact that something didn't feel right.
Her vision was blurry, though she wasn't sure if it was her own tears blinding her or the shot she had received. Her entire body was hot, hands clammy and forehead sweltering, she could feel it; yet, she was shivering. And Minho wasn't already kissing her in the few minutes they've seen each other.
What's funny is that ever since they escaped the Maze, they'd only had a short period of time before something had torn them apart. Lynn could even remember what Minho's touch felt like, or the way he held her hand. It was if someone didn't want them to be together/refused to accept that they were together, and somehow fate decided that whoever wanted them to be apart granted them their wish.
But who?
Tipping her head upwards, Lynn gazed at Minho bleary-eyed and softly flustered.
It seemed like ages before his lips touched her's.
His kisses were as light as feathers. A gentle hand cradled her left cheek while the other rested on her thigh, travelling up her leg without the slightest hint of haste until his fingers dipped under her dress.
Then, the other hand slipped from her cheek and fell to the small of her back. A tug bring her body closer to his own. But the tug wasn't rough, it was sweet-tempered. Next thing she knew, Minho was kissing the skin at her neck, teeth nipping her being sure to leave a mark.
The ghost of his hands traveled to the hem of her underwear, someplace she'd knew they'd wander.
But there was this feeling in the back of her head to stop whatever was going on. The only sane part of her left had been telling her to stop all along.
Something was up.
As Minho's lips returned to her own, she pushed him away the second his fingers dipped over the waistband of her panties, shutting her eyes tight when he grasped her shoulders.
"Lily, what the hell was gotten into you?"
Wait, Lily?
Opening her eyes, the fog had cleared, and a scream that could wake the dead ran from the back of her throat.
It hadn't been Minho. No, it hadn't.
And now she felt as if she was going to throw up again.
She hopped down off the bathroom counter and opened the door to escape, closing it tight behind her. He didn't even dare to leave the bathroom, as his eyes had widened the second he saw Lynn.
Her breath started to falter, chest heaving, heart pounding.
No matter why Minho's kisses were so sweet and gentle.
It wasn't Minho.
It was Newt.
xxx
Hi readers!
It's Christmas break and I've been granted the time to write a little more for this story!
I apologize in advance if this chapter feels a little rushed to you. But, I promise the next chapter will be a tad bit longer than this one. I've been playing around with the idea of making chapters longer, would you guys like that?
Also, before I leave you. There was a comment from mazerunner26 that sparked my interest. In the title of this story, it's clearly stated that Lynn was dubbed "The Transfer" but her tattoo says "The Guardian". I'm sorry if I did leave any of you puzzled or curious by naming her the latter, but I promise it will all make sense by the time the story if finished. To me, "The Transfer" really didn't play out through the story like "The Guardian" does. Then again, I'm the only one it makes sense to at the moment because the name was woven it's way into the story yet. I promise it will though ;) Also, doesn't Icelyn Newton Group A: The Transfer sound catchier than Icelyn Newton Group A: The Guardian. Idk, maybe it's just me lol :))
Until next time!
-Broadwaykid1832