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Another chapter :)
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F/N instinct made her feet move to a the left, limping quickly into the corridor there, her feet echoing as they grow heavy as her legs began to cramp and her injury take it's hold. "Please" She whispered, not sure why she was running away. The last one stopped. Why wouldn't this? But even as the thought began to cross her mind, she pushed it aside. Revenge, it's why. The creators put her here, they made this happen. The walls groaned around her, and relief flooded in. Thank you to that who has listened. She thought, hoping to lose the Griever in the closing of the walls. Please get left behind. She begged half ashamed. Why beg to those who put this upon me?
Move.
F/N groaned, "Shut up" , her muscles tightened as though, her body was getting controlled. She mentally screamed, then she felt herself become a bystander in her own body. The pain left her, all she felt was numbness, the clicking of a Griever draw closer, along with the walls on either side of the fleeing girl and deadly monster. She breath became even, No! She cried mentally, feeling the voice taking over. It had to be the voice, it was a creator, not a voice, random and just there. There was a reason. It wanted to take over her body, to drive her, then to leave her when it had done the impossible with her body. It wanted her to suffer longer, like a couple nights in the maze wasn't enough. It was enough. It was hell on soil. It's been more then a couple of night in the maze F/N, the voice joke calmly, making her body, pause. More bone snapped. F/N could only hear it, not feel it. She paused until the Griever was almost a upon her, then the control over her body leaped. It was higher then anything herself could achieve. The walls closed in, what seemed faster. She landed awkwardly, throwing her completely off balance, the Griever caught her arm. The voice half retreated from her body, making her aware of the pain that sliced through her arm. She screamed and pulled away, all aware of the fact that the walls had began to press in until it was on a metre away. The Griever legs tore muscle and let go. Dizzy from pain, F/N noticed her body still acting somewhat out of mind. The voice was still present.
Reserve.
She pushed herself out of the walls, falling to the ground harder then the last, and began to crawl away, sobbing. Thud! The walls came together. The Griever was inside, trapped within.
Dead I assure you.
She let out a half sob, half-crazed laugh, until she felt a scream travel up her throat, and she screamed, driving the voice completely out of her. The pain returned in waves. She groaned. As the last final wave came over her, the pain unbearable, and she blacked out.

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M/N cussed slightly, watching F/N on the scene, but kept herself stone-faced. She had been called out of the camera room, were Group A and Group B were being watched, as will as the maze corridors. F/N lay there unconscious, barely breathing. That would've killed a normal person. Clone. But she really wasn't, she was a successful clone, able to think, able to do. She was normal.
Ava stood next to M/N peering at the same screen. "Pity" She spoke suddenly,
M/N blinked, but said nothing. Let them feel my wraith later. She looked to the head, her face was blank, but her eyes shone something of regret.Finally feeling the kick of murder?
"But it must happen" She finished, before a man ran in,
"Ava"
Ava turned, but M/N forced herself to continue to watch the screen and eavesdrop. "Yes?" Ava asked in return calmly.
The man didn't say anything. M/N mentally cursed. Shit. Forcing herself to appear unaware, she turned to face the face. And caught a end of a nod. A nod?
Ava nodded, "Alright, give them privacy"
No! M/N's face crumpled, Ava turned to the girl, her eyes flickering with surprise at her anger, "What is the matter?" She asked, her voice suddenly suspicious. You kill children. You put them through the worst, why do you think I'm angry? M/N sighed, "I'm angry" She replied,
Ava narrowed her eyes, lips thinning, "Why?"
Quick reply! M/N shrugged, "Angry that the girl is dying" keeping her voice innocently sweet, she chirped, "I feel like it's unfair"
Ava's brow creased with fake concern. "Don't you worry. She's not dead. Not yet".

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Warning: A bit of sexual content.
So if your uncomfortable with it, That's fine. Just skip.

You felt your in the surface of your dreams, your body relax, the tense. You awoke yourself quickly, suddenly feeling conscious of Newt's arms around you waist. His muscle seemed tenser then usual as if he was suffering from the same thing you were experiencing. You groaned, in frustration. The feeling of knowing spread through your body, the feeling of Newt's body became so noticeable that it became almost as a warning. Something was happening. Something. You heard Newt groan, "Bloody hell" he panted, you forced yourself to sit up. "You feel that too?" You whispered, Newt's eyes opened, his eye staring up to you. "Yes"
He was trying to fight the feeling. The feeling that had only seemed dim in all these years in the glade, the feeling of need. The feeling that now ran strong in your veins and his. You felt your hand go to his cheek, forcing the both of you to make eye-contact. "Newt" you managed. His lip's claimed yours passionately, before he rolled you onto your back. As his hands cupped your face as he continued to claim your lips with hot kisses. You felt your body warm considerably. A new feeling came, it was a hot feeling in between your legs. You groaned into the kiss, knowing and allowing yourself you give into whatever gave you this feeling. His hands slowly etched there way down to your hips, pinning you to the bed firmly, as his kisses moved down to your neck, gently biting and sucking the area were your neck and shoulder meet. You groaned, unable to move from underneath him, as you tried to press your hands on his chest. "Newt" You grasped, wanting to do something. Something that'll satisfy the need that you felt between your legs. He stopped, making eye contact with you. "You're bloody gorgeous, Y/S/N" he whispered, he placed his forehead on yours, "I love you"
You smiled softly, running your hands down his back underneath his shirt. "I love you more"
Newt give you a grin. "Let's see"

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You awoke, it was early morning. You sighed gently, the activities from last night came in waves. You felt your face redden, and you pulled the covers up over your head. Newt cackled, "What are you doing?" You froze. Thinking up a lie. Any use? No. "Embarrassed" you mumbled, all aware of your nakedness... and his. Newt wrapped his arms around your waist, breathing on your neck, "There's no one here for you to get embarrassed at all"
You turned to face him, eyebrows raised, as the idea dawned on you. "Beetle blades"
Newt grinned, "That's the creator's problem, not ours"
You still fought the panic. Someone could have been watching us.
Newt laughed, kissing your nose. "Don't worry. At least appropriate the fact that it wasn't some shank in the Glade controlling those bloody Beetle Blades"
You sighed, allowing yourself to relax. "Okay. Point taken"
"Good" he groaned, "Better get up and wake up Thomas"
You sighed, "Really? This early?"
Newt raised an eyebrow, "It's six o'clock, bloody hell, Y/S/N"
You couldn't help but giggle, "Hmmmm, yeah it seems earlier than that..." you closed your eyes, "And guess who's fault it is"
You felt Newt sit up, "Your's?"
You didn't bother to open your eyes, "And yours, you..." You couldn't honesty think of insulting name for him at the moment, maybe it was because most of your body was screaming 'hallelujah'. He kissed you cheek quickly, before poking you in the ribs. "Get out of bed, or I'll have to climb over you".

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