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         You were sat in a gigantic room, filled with people. Loud music played in the background. You scanned the crowd until your eyes landed on someone. You smiled and made your way through the crowd, passed people kissing, eating, talking, fighting, dancing, whatever else there was to do. As you got closer you could make out more features on him. He had blonde hair, green eyes, and a freckled face. He was talking to a girl around your age, she had black hair, dark brown eyes, was pale, and smiling and laughing. You could feel your heart beat going faster and faster the closer you got to him. He was attractive in some ways but you knew he had a great personality by his facial expressions. You were almost right next to him when a person blocked our view of him. You pushed passed them. You stumbled but managed to keep your feet under you. You got him into your view again. No one in front of you anymore. He didn't notice you. You were about to call out to him when he did something you couldn't believe. He kissed that girl he was talking to. Your stomach dropped, You were pretty sure your heart broke so bad, it sent shock waves through the air. It was then did you realize you were standing there and staring. You turned and ran. You left your heart back with him to deal with. If your heart actually physical shattered it would have disintegrated and would have never been able to fix. You ran, faster than you ever have before, and didn't stop for anything. You ran until you reached a small room, crying the whole way, it had cream colored walls with few shelves and books. You changed out of the dress you were wearing to a white shirt, pants, socks, and brushed your hair. Then you ran out of the room, still crying. Into another room and slammed the door shut. The room was completely white. Nothing was not white. You locked the door and sat in a corner crying silently and thinking about what you just saw. You kept whispering to yourself it would be okay, he didn't deserve you, and he was a stupid boy who was just a friend. And some friendships end.

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Your head throbbed as you slowly slipped back into consciousness. Your eyes fluttered open. You laid back in the same uncomfortable bed as last time you were unconscious. You were seriously starting to think you were going to get brain damage from passing out so many times. You sat up slowly holding your head, trying to stop the throbbing, to no avail. You looked around. You couldn't tell what time it was because the sun decided to disappear. The sky was a blank grey color, it could either be really late at night or really early in the morning. A chair had been pulled up by your bed, and someone sat in it, as usual. It was Newt. He looked to be asleep and he looked so peaceful with his head lulled onto his chest. He looked to be having a pleasant dream. Which was weird, because this place always gave you nightmares.

"Okay. . ." You whispered.

Newt suddenly jolted awake, scaring the living crap out of you. You didn't scream but you fell backwards off the bed and onto the floor. You hit the ground with a thunk.

"Oh bloody hell." Newt said rushing to your side. You were laughing hysterically. "Are you alright, love?"

"What. . was that?" You managed to get out through laughs.

"What was what? Oh! Some sort of plot twist to a dream."

You are one of the funniest people I know. You said to him in your head.

Thanks. He replied with a smile.

You just stared at each other for a while. You both leaned in a bit, but you were interrupted by someone franticly calling Newt.

"Newt!" Minho screamed.

"What, Minho?" Newt rolled his eyes.

Newt helped you up, throbbing head and all.

"A Griever thingy decided to die right at the West Door!"

"I thought that smell was you!" You called back, causing Newt to laugh. His laugh was completely mesmerizing.

"Ha. Very funny, (Y/N). It's completely dead though. It looks like it just died last night. And if anybody smelt that bad in the Glade, it would probably be Thomas or Gally."

"Then tell them to take a shower!"

"There is no shower here, sweet cheeks, so get your butt out here and help us get it to the Homestead!"

"Did you just call me 'sweet cheeks'?"

"I did! I know how much you hate it! That's why I do it!"

"I'm gonna punch you!"

"Then come out here and punch me!"

"I hate him." You said to Newt.

"You two are like an old married couple." Newt replied shaking his head while smiling and walking out of the room. You right on his heels.

When you got out of the Med-Jack hut you had a look around. It was almost completely dark, except of dim light coming from the artificial screen over head and a few torches that had been lit.

"Has this happened before?" You asked trying to remember something that might help you.

"Yup. Shucking stinks too. Can't go running in this." Minho pointed to the ceiling. "Means more Grievers are coming."

"I shucking hate this place."

"Good that." Newt and Minho agreed.

You walked in silence the rest of the way to the West Door. When you got there you couldn't believe your eyes. A dead Griever just laying there. Half in the Maze, half in the Glade. It was paler than usual, had dead veins all over its body, its mouth was open and seeping green goo. There was something about this Griever that made you want to turn and run. But you stayed right were you were, next to Newt, who had gradually gotten closer to you as you walked. He was practically on top of you but you didn't mind. It was nice to see him all protective over you. It made you feel loved in a way. Like someone actually cared for you in your life.

You walked closer to the creature, studying it. You studied it from the ends of its mechanical arms to the top of its hopelessly winkled, hideous head. You noticed more things to its complexion. It had empty sockets where its eyes should be, the spikes had all been ripped out somehow, it had multiple bite marks - human bite marks - and scratches seeping the same green substance, its body had lost its sticky, wet texture, half of its metal arms and weapons were missing or broken. Then there was one thing that scared you the most.

It was missing a tooth.

It could be a coincidence but, how could a Griever loose a tooth unless it was broken off?

"What. . .?" You quietly asked yourself.

You turned and picked up a stick. You face the Griever again. You went to poke it with the stick when protest erupted.

"Don't do that!"

"What if it wakes up?"

"Its too dangerous."

"You could get hurt!"

"Hey! Slim it! We have to get it in the Glade before the doors close! So we have to make sure it wont wake up before we even get close to it! Let her do her thing!" Minho said. Everyone fell silent.

Thank you. You telepathically said to him.

No problem. These shanks need to learn how to shut their holes anyway. He answered.

Some of us can hear you. Newt said.

You smiled and went back to what you were doing. You crouched down next to the Griever's head and you could feel the tension in the air. You decided to have a little fun with it.

You gasped and fell backwards.

"(Y/N)!"

"Oh my God! Are you alright?"

Everyone erupted again and rushed forwards. When they saw you laughing hysterically they seemed to relax.

"Ever bloody do that again and I'll make Alby put you in the Slammer." Newt said.

"You guys need to calm down. Its dead! Nothings going to happen! I just want to see something." You said.

Gally mumbled something under his breath. Minho gave you a look of amusement and crossed his arms, smiling to himself. Thomas rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. Newt still seemed on edge.

You turned back around and poked the Griever in what used to be its eye. Nothing happened. You pushed the Griever's bottom jaw down more. A fresh wave of green goo splash on the ground in front of you. You fought the urge to gag. You saw that a tooth was really missing. You remembered the tooth in the back pocket of your skinny jeans. You pulled it out. You studied it for a minute, then put it up to where the Grievers tooth was supposed to be. It fit perfectly.

"Is that the Griever?" You heard Chuck ask from behind you.

You nodded. "Yeah."

You dropped your hand. You finally came to the conclusion that you were getting out of here no matter if you died or not. You where going to keep everyone alive, but you couldn't promise anything. But yourself, you would rather die then anyone else. They were like your brothers. Except Newt. You liked him in a different way. And you were glad to say, he might like you in that way, too.















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