The Tributes from the Maze (Newt/OC)

Newt Opened His Eyes

There was a silence that fell over them as Ariadne worked and Newt processes this onslaught of information. Perhaps she was telling the truth. What could WICKED possible gain from this lie? Was this another test to measure his brain activity? This was inconsistent with what WICKED's trials usually  contained. But they had tricked them into believe in they were being rescued before...

"Is she alive? Mary?" Ariadne asked hesitantly, as though she were afraid of his answer.

He thought for a moment, deciding whether or not to trust her. He eventually concluded that whilst he should remain wary, something inside him already did. "

I'm not sure. I never made it to the Right Arm. I went to a Crank Palace near Devon." Newt mumbled back.

"What about Teresa Agnes?" Her brown furrowed.

Newt could see the hope shining through her eyes and was careful about his choice of words. "Teresa is fine as far as I know. She betrayed us to WICKED. Or was that part of the plan as well?"

"Everything Teresa did was to get you all back here to WICKED so we could transport you to the safe haven when it was time. Janson has over 500 other immunes held captive in Group A's maze, waiting for another trial to be set up. Teresa would never do anything to hurt you all. I know she's better than that. She was my best friend, after all." The brunette awkwardly gave Newt a strange look. "Well, second-best friend."

"Should I know you?" The blond teen asked. He had a feeling of comfort and recognition around Ariadne that was hard to justify or explain.

"You shouldn't be able to remember me, no." She turned away with a badly disguised expression of internal pain.

Before Newt could ask anything else, the machine that was testing his blood beeped twice. Ariadne turned back to the machine and pressed a few buttons. A printer on the other side of the bench started making a long whirring noise and two pieces of paper came out of the slit. Newt watched quietly as the brunette girl flipped through the pages, her striking eyes moving from left to right.

Newt couldn't deny that he felt something when he looked at her eyes. She was attractive, no doubt, but there was something more. Something...familiar that made his heart ache. He suddenly felt embarrassed about how his unruly locks and grubby face must have looked in stark comparison to the clean, white room.

"Good news, Newton. You're clear. You'll be put in the maze with the rest of the immune subjects. Unless you would prefer to accompany me until the Right Arm returns with your friends later this afternoon?" She said officially, not even glancing at him as she packed away and tidied the tools in the room.

Her sudden change of tone confused Newt. Whilst she had seemed deeply emotional during parts of their conversation, she would then handed her features and recite what sounded like planned responses.

"Wait, so that's it? I'm cured of the flare, I'm alive and I'm free to make my own choice?" Newt said, in disbelief of what he was hearing. He had a decision for once in his life. Even if it might be a false one, he felt a spark of hope.

"I don't see why ever not. You're not in a prison, are you?" Ariadne said, the ghost of a smile on her lips. There was some form of fond recognition in her face as if she had seen him a thousand times before. Her eyes flickered to the gold chain that he'd kept around his neck before, seemingly embarrassed, she turned away. He forcefully shook the thoughts of the girl out of his head and started thinking about himself. He was free? He didn't have the flare? He was cured? He was going to live his life without having to run from WICKED at every turn? Thomas and Minho. What had happened to them? Did they even know he was alive?