Newt's POV:

I couldn't sleep that night. After today, finding out that I had the Flare, it scared me. I roll over and see Thomas lying down next to me, asleep. I'm surprised he could get to sleep, especially with how worried he is at the moment. I get up quietly, trying not to wake him and I leave the tent and walk outside. This was the first time I was able to do anything without feeling sick. I walk to the edge of the camp and look at the moon. I wish I could just wish this life away and swap it for a happier one. I sigh. Why was I so unlucky? I then hear something. A rumbling sound, getting louder as it got closer. I look up and see some sort of miniature berg heading in this direction. Wicked was back. I go to head back and warn the others when my mouth gets covered by a cloth and I start to struggle and yell into the persons hands when I started to feel tired and the last thing I heard was, 'we have you this time'.

Thomas' POV:

I awake in a white room with four white walls as well as a white floor and ceiling. It was slightly padded as well. I then panic as I realise Wicked had captured us. Where were the others? Where was Newt? If he was alone like me, it would drive him insane. I remember something about isolation and being in a bright room of one colour can send you mad. I yell and start banging on the walls, calling for my friends. Hoping someone would hear me. But no, this was Wicked, anything you hoped for never happened. Once I give up, a door opens and in steps Ava.

"Hello again Thomas" she says

"Where's Newt?" I question "what have you done with him?"

She ignores my question.

"I see that this has come as a shock to you but, you should know us to not give up so easily. You'll settle in over time"

"Where's Newt?" I ask again

"I wish you wouldn't fight the truth Thomas, you used to understand"

"Things change now answer me. Where is Newt?!"

"Why are you so worried about him?"

"Because... He's not in a good way and I deserve the right to be. He's my closest friend"

"Very well, I'll show you" she says and shows me a screen of him absolutely losing it. He was screaming, crying, banging on walls, grabbing at his head, pulling at his hair, anything a crazy person would do.

"I need to see him. He'll get worse being alone"

"Why is that?" She asks with a smirk

"You knew. You knew he had the flare all along"

"As to why we call him the glue. He holds our project together"

"Let me see him, he'll die in there"

"No need for exaggeration"

"I'm begging you"

"I'm sorry but I really must go" Ava says and leaves and I bang on the door and cry.

"Please! You're killing him! You're killing him!"

And that's exactly what they were doing. Sending Newt down the quicker path to crank town.