So, I've heard that the newest book in the Maze Runner series, The Fever Code, is gonna have Newt narrate the first chapter; as in, it's in his point of view! I thought it'd just be kind of a fun challenge to try to write something in his point of view on my own, and see what happens. WARNING: There will be spoilers, as this is before they're going to be put in the Maze (So, not my story line — James Dashner's) . Thanks, and enjoy! ~ Bella 

PS. If these turn out okay, I might make more, just cuz they're so fun to write!

        Sometimes... he wondered. Why was he going along with this? What was going to happen to him? What made him so bloody special? They'd always answer the same way; WICKED is good. And Newt accepted it. 

        They told him he wasn't immune to the Flare — that it might already be growing inside him. He felt nothing.

        Not sadness, not regret. Not fear. After today, he wasn't going to remember anything anyway, so what would be the buggin' point? The world was already long past the gone — with no hope of return.

        Sometimes... he wondered. Was this better?

        Newt watches them put Alby under, after Swiping his memory for good. He would be one of the first — along with George and the few others, who weren't expected to make it much longer. They'd already proven that to WICKED. They weren't strong enough to carry humanity's fate on their scrawny shoulders. 

        Janson stands with him, his long, claw-like fingers curled tightly around his shoulder. It hurt, but Newt learned to keep his mouth shut. 

        "I shouldn't be letting you do this to him," Newt spits, unable to tear his gaze away from Alby, as they wheeled his table over to the Box, preparing to send it up. Did his friend really not remember him?

        "It's for the greater good," Janson's firm reply shut him up, and he swallows the big lump forming in his throat. "Soon, you'll be up there with him." The thought turned Newt's spine to ice.

        It was true though — millions would be saved. It was worth risking a few boys for the entire human population, to find the Cure. At the same time, Newt knew he should have been angry. Alby wouldn't have any recollection of their time together; how they'd grown as friends. None of it.

        Alby shifts slightly, his arm rolling to hang over the side of the bed. One of the men from WICKED grabs it roughly, while another — a woman — takes hold of his legs. Together, they lift the future Glader up and over onto the cold, unforgiving metal floor of the Box. He crumples, landing with a dull thud. 

        Newt, unable to watch any longer, turns, and sprints back up the stairs, out of the stuffy room.  

        The passing remarks meant nothing to him. Minho or Thomas would try to break the ice with a joke, though they wouldn't get very far, before some WICKED staff member would shush them, and order everyone back to work. 

        Newt's heart skipped the first time he saw Alby in the Glade. He looked so comfortable — assuming the "leader" role without much difficulty. 

        Everything happens for a reason.

        That was what Jenson — or Rat Man, as Minho preferred to call him behind his back — had told them.

        Two things; just two things. 

        Everything happens for a reason.

        WICKED is good.