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

5 - Forcefield

Newt shook his head and tapped his fingers against the table, "Bein' hungry make you forget the bloody tattoos? You think they're just decorations?"

"Mine says I'm blind. But seeing as I can still see, I have no idea what they mean by blind." Wendy threw in, making Thomas snicker and clap sarcastically.

"Oh, come on." Minho continued, ignoring her comment. "You really think it means anything? They're just playing with our heads!"

Newt obviously didn't agree because he got up and pulled down Minho's shirt roughly, revealing the leader tattoo that was branded upon his skin.

Wendy got distracted again and tried to see if she could see her tattoo number, which wasn't possible since she couldn't turn her head the whole way, so she beckoned Thomas over. "What number am I again?" she asked as he pulled down the back of her shirt and examined it.

"Wow." he breathed out, making Wendy widen her eyes.

"You said that with a surprised tone. What's happened?" she asked, seeing Newt and Minho walk over to look at what Thomas found. "You guys are making me nervous." she mused, tapping her fingers against the table.

"Wendy."

"What? Oh my god, tell me."

"You're still Subject A0." Thomas said slowly, his fingers tracing over her skin.

"And?"

"And now it says "The Competitor"

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"What the hell does 'The Competitor' mean?" Wendy huffed the next morning, her voice still scratchy and mood grumpy from having to wake up early.

"I don't know." Thomas answered for the thousandth time. "Maybe you're gonna compete with someone for something in the future?" he suggested.

"Maybe for some shampoo." she guessed sarcastically, "My hair needs shampoo."

"Your hair is the least of our worries right now." Frypan replied as he handed her a bag filled with her portion of supplies. "My hair is the one that needs the attention honestly."

Wendy laughed and nudged the cook before she swung her backpack over her shoulders and pulled her hair into a high ponytail. "Of course. We must worry about your non existent hair before anyone else's."

Frypan rolled his eyes as Minho walked into the room. "You know, you lost your memories and was actually kinda nice for the first two days, but it looks like you're getting your old personality back already." he told her, making Wendy fold her arms across her chest. "Don't know whether or not I like it."

"It comes naturally." she added in before she placed her hands on her hips. "Plus, Mr.Leader, don't you think you should already be in line? You're the one leading us after all. My life is in your hands." Wendy smirked, making Minho smirk back as he dipped his head lower in front of her face.

"Might wanna get in line then before Mr. Leader decides to put your ass in their them self." he smiled, making Wendy place her hand on his chest and laugh sarcastically.

"Sure." she replied before walking past them and joining the rest of the gladers in line. Deciding to stick with Newt, Wendy slightly bumped hips with him to get his attention.

Minho was right honestly. She felt a little bit like her old self.

Kinda.

Not really.

"I'm sticking by you." she said bluntly, grabbing his hand and holding it up in front of them. "Hope you don't mind if I randomly grab your hand because I'm pretty sure I'm going to be scared as shit." Wendy mused.