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Newt X Reader

Y/N's POV

I was running, and I was running fast. But my legs couldn't seem to go fast enough. Something was behind me. Something erratic, vicious, and far from human. I knew what it was. I knew who it was. Yet I wasn't going to stop running. I was the last hope, the last surviving member of the real WICKED. And I was going to end the Flare, even if it killed me.

THREE MONTHS LATER...

Third Person POV

The rumbling of the box could be heard all throughout the Glade. It had only been a day since Thomas had arrived, coming up in that very same box, and the loud sound of the turning gears alerted all of the boys immediately. The ones closest -two young men named Newt and Gally- ran over first, while others seemed to only look on, filled with curiosity and fear.

The young men then open the box, and Newt jumps inside. He bends over, crouches down and inspects the contents. The surrounding boys grow closer to the box, trying to get a look inside. "What is it?" asks one glader. "Newt, man, tell us!" exclaims another.

Newt stands back up and turn to the other boys, a surprised look on his face. "It's a girl..." he states. He then twists back and shows them who is inside the box. Thomas, the newest glader, points to one of the inside corners of the box. Laying behind a large metal barrel is another young woman. "Uh, Newt. I think you missed one," Thomas says.

Newt, along with the rest of the boys, look to where Thomas is pointing. "Two? Two greenies? And they're both girls?!" Gally says fiercely, and with obvious confusion. The rest of the boys react similarly, all yelling questions about the girls, about why they were sent, about the timing, and why there are two.

The leader of the Glade, Alby, walks over and makes his way to the front on the box. As he gets there, the first girl wakes up coughing. "Thomas!" she gasps, locking eyes with said glader. It only lasts a second, and she slips back into her comatose state. Alby looks to Thomas for an explanation, as does every other boy near enough to hear what she said. Thomas just stares at the girl in confusion and shock, then turns to Newt. "Should we, uh...get them up?"

Gally scoffs and shakes his head furiously. He already has disdain for this greenie, and now there's one more thing to pile onto the long list of things he doesn't like about Thomas -that he obviously knows something more than he's telling them all. Thomas looks at Gally and rolls his eyes, knowing the boy is angry for probably the billionth time today. "Hand me the ropes, guys. And I'm gonna need more help down here to get them both up," Newt says. He gets thrown multiple ropes as another glader, this one named Zart, jumps into the box. Newt tends to the girl who had just spoken, while Zart to the hidden one. They each take two ropes and wrap them around the girls, securing legs, arms, and finally finishing with wrapping and tying their waists. Newt goes first, handing the end of one rope to the gladers above him. They pull the rope and slowly, the first girl is drug up onto the grass. Gally and Alby start untying the ropes as the second girl is brought up as well. Zart and Newt then tie themselves and they're pulled out as well, landing on their feet.

All of a sudden, the second girl lurches onto her side and vomits up a blue-ish looking liquid, similar to that of the cure to the griever's poison. She gasps as she sits ups, and looks around her frantically. "Where's Thomas?"

Y/N's POV

I look around immediately for Thomas. I know he's here somewhere, I just have to find him in time. The fact that WCKD doesn't know I snuck into their transfer elevator means I need to hurry before they can find out. Either that, or I die. No biggie. I stare up at the nearest boy and recognize him as Chuck, the twelve year old boy they sent up the month before Thomas. I know he won't recognize me but I don't have time to care. "Chuck, where's Tommy?" I say, going to stand up. He stares at me in shock, seemingly frozen. I smile at him, then realize all of the other guys are staring at me too. I look at them and have to hold back tears. I knew nearly half a dozen of these boys personally, they had been my closest friends. The rest of the boys were faces I knew but didn't know, seeing as how they were put in here after WICKED but before I got my job at WCKD.

A face I knew well, a face I loved for it's constant smiles and funny faces meant to make me smile, now held a grimace filled with anger. And the owner was coming closer. "Gally..." I whisper. He was so angry now, so filled with hurt after the years of being stuck here, and I can see that even if he can't.

Gally's steps falter, his face changing for a split second into that of utter confusion. But he quickly regains his stance and grabs my upper arms. "How do you know who we are? What is this? Who are you?" His grip on my arms is tight, and he shakes me slightly. "Why are we in here?!"

I take in a shaky breath, and then smile sadly up at him. "My name is Y/N. You won't remember me, probably not ever. But I can tell you this: the people who put you here are different than the ones who put Thomas here, who put Chuck here. Who put every one of you here expect six of you and myself. I'm not even actually supposed to be here, at least not now." I take another shaky breath, tears threatening to spill from my eyes. Gally sees this and looks as if he is contemplating something. His face sets back to stone and I know he's made a choice. The choice, apparently, was to release my arms.

I smile at him again, and he smiles back. Both are sad smiles, that much I know. It seems as if he almost recognizes me, and for a split second I think maybe he does. But I know that without the reversal serum he wouldn't, and since all of the serum was destroyed in the raid I know he probably never will.