The Trials


2. chapter two


Eleanor's POV

WICKED is good. Yeah freaking right. Whatever's happened to Newt in that maze- that maze I helped create- caused him to try and kill himself while we watched. WICKEDs informed us that he'll live, but he has quite the number of broken bones...

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It's been two years since Newt tried to kill himself. TWO years since Rosalind and I've been against WICKED- secretly-. I shiver as i think of what that means for Newt.

THREE years since he's been in that awful place called the Maze.

As usual, i'm sitting in the Control Room, watching the Gladers- my friends- try and survive. Life carries on as usual in the Glade, or, as usual as life could be when you live in a giant maze and only know your name. But i'm proud of how far they've come. They have a farm, and quaint little buildings. They have a small little government. Newt's taken up the position of second in command under Alby, and he seems more at ease then when he was a runner. WICKED may not be good, but they were right about one thing.

The Gladers ARE the best and brightest of our generation.

“Ellie..” I tear my eyes from the monitor and spin in my chair. Thomas.

I get up and hug him.

“What did they do to you and Teresa today?” I ask him bitterly. He knows how i feel about WICKED and supports me even though he believes in the cause. But he has a reason. His mum and dad were both killed because of the Flare, and he had to watch his dad slowly go insane. He was taken by WICKED before he had to watch his mum go through the same.

“Ellie i need to talk to you..” He whimpers into my hazel brown hair, right beside my ear. I grab his hand and squeeze as he drags me out the door, and to the one place that doesn't have cameras. Once we get there, we just stare deeply into each others eyes, before he speaks.

“I'm going in tomorrow Ellie.” And when he says those 5 simple words, my heart shatters into a billion unfixable pieces. Tears well up in my eyes. He can't do this to me.

“Thomas.. you can't.” I whisper, my voice barely audible. He can't leave me here! I don't want to BE HERE anymore! The tears in my eyes blurring my vision, threatening to spill any second.

“Ellie please. Shh.” He whispers as he pulls me close and massages my sore shoulders. He can't leave me.

“It's going to be okay. It'll be okay Ellie, i swear it.” He repeats. I shake and shake. He can't leave me here.

“Thomas. You SAW what it did to Newt. You'll forget about me. About US, an i.. I.. Can't live without-” he silences me with a brief kiss on my lips, and then my forehead.

“I can't live without you either Ellie. But you know i can't go against WICKED.” He says in a deep voice.

That was the first, and last time i kissed Thomas..

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Him and Teresa've been in the maze for a month, and they've been throwing obstacle after obstacle at them and i can't be a part of it any longer. I drag Rosalind behind me and i march off to tell her my plan of escape, when we hear voices and stop dead in our tracks.

“Getting curious... Rebel... Put them in the maze... Only way...” Is all i hear, but it's clear what they mean.

They're putting Rosa and I in the maze.

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