"Cut the red wire, and then do that screw counter-clockwise."

We're both on sliding treys under the Berg. I like the work somehow. The builders' work wasn't that bad in the Glade, but I guess I didn't like the ones doing it. Running was amazing and horrible at the same time. I liked running when my leg worked well, and I loved going through the paths, alone or with Minho, and thinking, until I gave up thinking.

"Neal?"

"Yes, Newt?"

A question lightens in my head. "Do you know why Dr. Whitman broke from WICKED?"

"Because WICKED is bloody good."

"She mentioned something about an incident," I say "Do you know?"

Neal tightens his lips. We slide out and sit back. He stays quiet for a long while. "Was it only Page?" I ask.

"It happened last year," Neal answers quietly. "Dr. Whitman liked having night shifts to watch the two Glades. She wouldn't tell anyone why, but she enjoyed it. That night, she had group A, and I was on duty with her. She had noticed weird signs on one of the boys. She watched him for a long time, telling me she wasn't feeling well about him, but I told her that she's only tired. I remember that worried look in her eyes. Her heart felt it. I told her to take some rest and sleep as I watched, but she sprang up sweating when the morning came up in the Glade and the walls opened. She was like a crank with that madly anxious look in her eyes. She was gibbering things to herself. It was as if a fairy, or a demon, more likely, was telling her what was about to happen. Her eyes were red, almost bulging out. Of course, I couldn't understand what was going on in her mind. I went to get her coffee for less than ten minutes. When I returned, I found her crying while watching the screen, her face red, her hands muffling her sobs, and her tongue tied despite her screaming eyes.

'When I looked at the screen, I understood it. The Glader was half way up the maze's wall, hanging to the ivy. His look was dark, cold, and firing at the same time. I couldn't catch what he said because of her loud sobs. Suddenly then, he let go."

"What happened after that Glader jumped off the wall?" I ask, feeling a lump in my voice. Neal sighs. "Gravity happened, Newton. Sorcha was frozen from the shock. I froze, myself. She was crying silently, her tears burning more than Solar Flares. She was staring at that screen, unable to move. The Glader got tangled in the ivy, just breaking his leg. God must have heard her cry.

'When I tried to wake her from her daze, she looked at me with firing, wide eyes and said she had to do something. Seeing that kid with my own eyes giving up on his life for a bloody experiment that didn't seem to lead anywhere raged me myself. I told her it might be our end here, and that I was with her in it.

'Her hands were trembling, and she was mumbling things like a loony. We fuzzed up a Glader to find Humpty Dumpty, along with the Glade's med-jacks. Sorcha then controlled the med-jacks with the brain-control to deal with the broken bone. If she hadn't interfered at the point, I don't wanna think what would've happened."

"And what did Page say about this?" I ask, the lump tightening even my breath.

"Ava Page was new in control, and many already weren't on terms with her. She had ambitious plans, but her cost was too high. Her Variables were worth for her more than anything. A morning shortly after the incident, we got summoned for a meeting. Whitman told me that she was ready to take the blame all on her. In the meeting room.

'In the meeting, Page was all surrounded by her little gang. She gave us a speech about how we had betrayed the whole world. It's funny how criminals picture themselves as heroes and view the ones against them as criminals. Scorn was in Sorcha's eyes. She didn't say anything, and even her eyes were icy cold. I bet if she was even listening to anything Ava was saying! Finally, when Page vouchsafed to give us the chance to speak, Sorcha told her with the coldest voice and sneering look: I quit. Her words bombed the meeting hall. Even Page looked shocked. When she was about to comment, Sorcha replied with a firmer voice, blazing fire with her words, 'This institution isn't about saving humanity anymore. You'll find my papers on your table this afternoon.' After that, Sorcha left.

'Although what Sorcha did didn't seem to have a huge impact in the beginning, things were working under earth. I gave my quit few days later. Ava had sensed danger, so she concentrated the trials more, illuminating that the blue print was close. Rules got stricter; however, most of us were here. Newt, you're alright?"

I sit quiet and think of what I had heard.

"Yeah. I'm alright. Just dazed for a while."

I am the one who started this all.

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Hey! Hope you've liked this chapter, if you did, please consider giving it a vote, and I would be pleased if you leave your feedback. I know this whole chapter is about the worst event in the series, but there's always good in bad things. I was determined that such a tragic event must have been wake up call for someone, WICKED or not. So, who do you think Sorcha fuzzed up to save our Glader? Again, thanks for reading!

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