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"What do you want?" You - aged about 13 - asked, turning towards him. Him. Newt smiled finally, he had been chasing you down all day, with a look of concern. You were grumpy. And yes, yo didn't know why you were grumpy. You just wanted space. Space to think, organize and think again. Moody. Newt smiled, but he couldn't hide his concern that clearly was in his eyes and the slight crease at his brow. "To ask if you're alright"
You crossed your arms, not really caring that you were standing in middle of the hallway, at the entrance at school, making students having to brush passed you and Newt. You sighed, "I'm fine" you assured, hopefully sounding cheerful, Newt rolled his eyes, "What ever you say" his tone suggested that he didn't believe you at all. "Just..." You started. "I'm not sure..." you shrugged, Newt crossing his arms and began to respond, but was cut off as he was shoved. Newt managed a glare at the passing people around him, before rolling his bag back into his shoulders and giving a croaked smile. "You sure?"
"Stop flirting, Newt. She's not interested!" You spun around, looking for the voice. An Asian boy grinned. BINGO. Newt rolled rolled his eyes. "Mi-" he began.

You through yourself up out of your sleep. Your heart was pounding painfully in your ribcage. You felt exhausted. But your mind was racing. Mi... Mi..ho. Minho. It had to be. You felt your throat tighten. Newt. You. In a school. "What?" You breathed, feeling tears fall onto your face. As far as you were concerned you had always been here. Not there. The place where everyone wanted to be. Home. You sprung your legs over the bed, and got up, quickly checking that your clothes that you were wearing was appropriate in from of the boys. And went down.

Ava was waiting for you before a large window, looking into a room. You stopped by her side and meekly looked in. A boy lay there unconscious and being tested, "The boy's called Minho" She said, not moving her glaze away for the boy. "He's aggressive" And why are you telling me this? You sighed,
"You wanted to see me"

You groaned, suddenly feeling light headed. What? What? And what? You felt you loose your footing on the last step. Before you could put your arms to break your fall. You fainted in darkness's embrace, with one thought: I meet Newt and Minho before.

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F/N knew that she must wait. Wait patiently until the walls were barely half a metre apart, the she would pull herself up. If I had the strength. Pulling herself back into reality, she knew the walls of imprisonment would be gone, they always were when she woke up. F/N cursed, "You still there?"
Always.
"How long?"
How long for what?
F/N groaned, as another heat wave washed over her. "Until death" She whimpered,
Fight death.
The bloody same reply. Survive. Fight death. Focus. It that all the voice could say?! F/N gritted her teeth together, "Okay" she grunted, "I'll try"
Good.
Good. Seriously? F/N let out a weak cough, shivering horribly. She knew she was screwed when infection hit. Infection is a killer. And it was going to lead her out here hand in hand with it, to the dead's gates. Survive. F/N felt a scream of anger creep up in her throat. But she was to weak to scream. Click, click-whirrrrrr. F/N groaned. Looking in the direction of the Griever. It was bound to be here in minutes. Weakly lifting herself up from the ground, she staggered weakly to the side. Survive.
No. Why should I? But as the thought crossed her mind, she pushed it away. Revenge. Sobbing in pain, she use the wall as support and moved forward slowly. Soon she knew, her leg would just get to tired and she'll gave to crawl. Like an animal. Hydration and starvation had already set in. The vines offered small amounts, if squeezed of water and small potions of foot. But that wasn't enough.
My first killer: This Griever
Second: Infection
Third: Hydration
Fourth: Hunger.
There was no hope. But still F/N continued, knowing fully well the Griever will spot her, the chase her, before injection her with there poison and/or eat her. Continue.
She snarled, trying to block out the voice. The voice that was her friend, but also the one to pull her into insanity, and that, F/N reflected, was one thing she wanted to keep - her sanity- and die with it. Click, click-whirrrrrrrrrrrr. "Come on, F/N" She encouraged herself, sensing that there had to be a wall moving somewhere near. With a slim chance of hope, she painfully and shakily, searched for any signs of on going movement - of a Griever or of a wall. Why am I be waiting for a wall to move? I'm to slow now to make it through. Filled with despair, F/N closed her eyes, and allowed instinct take over.