Aversion (The Maze Runner, Newt / Sequel to Violation)

5 - Forcefield

Minho, who suddenly came up beside her, chuckled and crossed his buff arms, Wendy noticing the green veins that stuck out from his slightly bruised and cut arms. "Whatever he has to say, it revolves around Phase Two of the Trials, whatever bullshit that means." he quoted, hands resting on the invisible wall in front of the three. "Luckily commander over here stopped you before you ran straight into it. Thomas sure had fun doing that earlier."

"You shanks didn't even stop me." Thomas added on as he sat on the ground a few feet away from them, "Good to know you guys look after me so much." he said sarcastically.

Wendy snickered before she looked over at Newt, "So, we have to wait until he speaks up?" she asked, motioning over towards the bald headed man.

"For the most part, yes."

Wendy sighed before she folded her arms, "It better be one hell of a speech then."

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"...your escape was part of the Trials. Your battle against the Grievers. The murder of the boy Chuck. The supposed rescue and subsequent trip on the bus. Even Wendy losing her memories. All of it. Part of the Trials."

"All of it has been part of the Trials, you understand? Phase One, to be exact. And we are still dangerously short of what we need. So we've had to up the ante, and now it's time for Phase Two. It's time for things to get difficult."

Wendy felt her throat clench up at the words, the sound of everything that had happened being apart of some stupid test making the breath she wanted to inhale stop. How could they kill a boy for a test? How could they put teenagers in a bloody maze and murder the ones they love for their own benefit? Why them? Why Newt? Why Minho? Why her?

Wendy could barley even stand it when Ratman began talking about the Flare and its effects, describing both in detail and in extreme bluntness about what it did to those infected.

She could barley even stand up when they told them that they all had it and that the only way to get the cure was to cross a desert with little supplies and many dangers ahead.

"Phase Two. The Scorch Trials. It officially begins tomorrow morning at six o'clock. You'll enter this room, and in the wall behind me you will find a Flat Trans. To your eyes the Flat Trans will appear as a shimmering wall of gray. Each of you must step through it by five minutes after the hour. So again, it opens at six o'clock and closes five minutes after that. Do you understand?" Ratman asked, hands in his pockets as his eyes scanned over the sea of teenagers.

"We understand alright." Wendy huffed, leaning on her right leg as he continued to yap on about how they would all die if they didn't go through.

What a way to convince.

Wendy scoffed and turned her back to the man after he finished with the "Make it or Die" phrase, a small bubble of anger curling up in her stomach when the gladers threw questions at the man, but received no answers in return. The man had already gotten on her bad side by throwing in snarky comments about her losing her memory, especially about how she "would be a large part in the trials" and would "affect the way things turned out". If Wendy could harm someone, she would most likely kill the bald man in an instant.

Feeling heated, she made her way into the boys dormitory, throwing herself down on one of the table chairs and putting her head in her arms.

She had already well accepted the fact that she would never have a chance of getting her memories back unless WICKED themselves decided to. It really didn't bother her now that she had accepted it, what did bother her though was the fact that she didn't remember all the great people around her and the ones they lost before.