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

7 - Lucky I Haven't Stabbed You Yet

With a grin, Isabella moved on top of her and quickly placed her hands down on the girls throat, putting her weight on the gesture and clenching tightly with a smile. Wendy felt dots appear at her eyes as air became no longer available, her hands clawing at Isabella's arms in desperation to get her to let go.

"Goodbye, Wendy." she told her as Wendy's eyes started to bulge, but suddenly the weight was knocked off of her and she found herself gasping for air, looking around and noticing through blurriness that Minho had whacked her in the head with another stick.

Isabella stood up easily, looking around and seeing that the bruised and bloody gladers had risen and were advancing on her. She quickly turned to make an escape, but was stopped when the tip of a machete scraped against her chest.

Looking up, Isabella found Newt's gaze, the brown colors of his eyes now darker than ever in the night sky. The boy felt something turn inside of him at the sight of Bella, hair curly and face twisted in a cruel smile with eyes that yelled danger and destruction. It was like he didn't even recognize her. The sweet blonde who cared for others and made sure that everyone was okay, the girl who would kiss him randomly because she said it made her happy, it was as if that Bella never even existed because the one in front of him was surely no where close to the angel he had met in the maze.

"Newt." Isabella spoke slowly, voice softening for the first time and eyes faltering at the sight of the blonde up close. "Newt, it's me. I told you I'd find you again. I was right. I found you. I'm here." she spoke, moving the machete away from her in attempt to get him on her side, but surprisingly, he placed it back in the same spot and raised his chin.

"Don't." he threatened, teeth clenched and jaw sharp, "Don't move or I'll kill you."

Isabella looked almost, hurt. "Newt. It's Isabella. You know me."

"I thought I did." he said sharply before his eyes flickered over to Wendy to see that she was sitting on the ground with Minho and Frypan, blood pouring from her nose, mouth, and neck, cuts and bruises slashed across her face from the knife Isabella held. "Tie her up."

"What—" Isabella sounded, her guard low. She felt as if a spear had struck her chest as she watched Newt leave from in front of her, Bella's gaze following as he fell to Wendy's side instead of hers. "This was supposed to work!" she shouted as she felt rope make its way onto her wrists. "They—They told me it would work. Newt, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" Bella pled as she was shoved to the ground, knees hitting the rough floor.

Thoughts swirled through her mind as she felt the rope grow tighter. Luke had said that if she followed through, it would work. He used to work for WICKED and had told her that when he watched over Wendy and Newt, they were constantly fighting and bickering, that Newt would tell her that he wished she was dead and he wanted Bella back. Isabella felt her heart lurch because she had done what they had told her: Luke, Mars, Ova, Ni.

They said that hurting Wendy like Newt wanted in the Glade would get him on her side. She knew it was a long shot though, that Newt still hated Wendy, especially since she saw them holding hands when they escaped. Isabella also just really hated the girl and wanted her dead.

But the plan of killing Wendy didn't work obviously because he apparently liked her.

And now Newt hated Isabella.

"Newt, I swear—"she tried to shout, but the blonde paid no attention as he aided to Wendy's wounds and placed his hand on her leg. The sight was like another stab wound. "Please give me another chance!" she shouted, but she suddenly felt a cloth in her mouth, forbidding her from speaking any longer. She slowly gave up as the boys left to make sure the brunette was okay, her chest crushing and stomach churning at the sight.