In this, Newt likes you and you like him but you haven't admitted it to each other yet. Also, Chuck is your little brother, and Gally is your best friend.

You all take a step backward. A long silence seems to hang thick in the air like fog as every last one of you stare at the windows, at the observers. One of them looks down to write something, another reaches up and puts on a pair of glasses. They all wear black coats over white shirts, a word stitched on their right breast—You can't quite make out what it says. They all have the same resting face, one that suggests they aren't concerned that twenty-one teenagers covered in dirt, blood, grime, and the slimy stuff on the chute were staring them down.

They continue to stare at the Gladers; a man shakes his head, a woman nods. Another man reaches up and scratches his nose.

"Who are those people?" Chuck says. Your little brother had whispered, but the sentence echoes throughout the chamber unnaturally loud.

"The Creators," Minho says; then he spits on the floor. "I'm gonna break your faces!" he screams so loudly you almost cover your ears.

"What do we do?" Thomas asks. "What are they waiting on?"

"They've probably revved the Grievers back up," Newt says. "They're probably coming right—"

A loud, slow beeping sound cuts him off, like the warning alarm of a huge truck driving in reverse, but much more powerful. It comes from everywhere, booming and echoing throughout the chamber.

"What now?" Chuck asks, not hiding the concern in his voice.

Everyone looks at Thomas; he shrugs in answer. He cranes his neck as he attempts to scan the place top to bottom, trying to find the source of the beeps. But nothing has changed. Then, one of the doors are swinging open toward you.

The beeping stops, and a silence as deep as outer space settles on the chamber. You wait without breathing, bracing yourselves for something horrible to come flying through the door.

Instead, two people walk into the room.

One is a woman, wearing black pants and a button-down white shirt with a logo on the breast—wicked spelled in blue capital letters. Her brown hair is cut at the shoulder, and she has a thin face with dark eyes. As she walks toward the group, she neither smiles nor frowns—it was almost as if she didn't notice or care they were standing there. She stopps several feet in front of the Gladers and slowly looks left to right, taking them all in.

The other person, standing next to her, is a boy wearing an overly large sweatshirt, its hood pulled up over his head, covering his face.

"Welcome back," the woman finally says. "Over two years, and so few dead. Amazing."

"Excuse me?" Newt asks.

Her eyes scan the crowd again before falling on Newt. "Everything has gone according to plan, Mr. Newton. Although we expected a few more of you to give up along the way."

She glances over at her companion, then reaches out and pulls the hood off the boy. He looks up, his eyes wet with tears. Every Glader in the room sucks in a breath of surprise. You almost gasp. 

It's Gally.

It is all you can do to stop yourself from running up and hugging him. You had thought that you would never see him again after you left with Thomas and Gally had looked straight into your eyes, betrayal covering his face.

"What's he doing here!" Minho shouts.

"You're safe now," the woman responds as if she hadn't heard him. "Please, be at ease."

"At ease?" Minho barks. "Who are you, telling us to be at ease? We wanna see the police, the mayor, the president—somebody!" 

She narrows her eyes as she looks at Minho. "You have no idea what you're talking about, boy. I'd expect more maturity from someone who's passed the Maze Trials." 

Minho starts to retort, but Newt elbows him in the gut.

"Gally," Newt says. "What's going on?"

The dark-haired boy looks at him; his eyes flare for a moment, his head shaking slightly. But he doesn't respond. Something's off with him. He is no longer the cheerful guy you teased when he came into the Med-Jack's hut with jammed thumbs. 

The woman nods as if proud of him. "One day you'll all be grateful for what we've done for you. I can only promise this, and trust your minds to accept it. If you don't, then the whole thing was a mistake. Dark times, Mr. Newton. Dark times."

She pauses. "There is, of course, one final Variable." She steps back.

You focus on Gally. The boy's whole body trembled, his face pasty white, making his wet, red eyes stand out like bloody splotches on paper. His lips pressed together; the skin around them twitched, as if he were trying to speak but couldn't.

"Gally?" Thomas asks.

Words burst from Gally's mouth. "They ... can control me ... I don't—" His eyes bulge, a hand goes to his throat as if he were choking. "I ... have ... to ..." Each word is a croaking cough. Then he stills, his face calms, his body relaxes.

Gally reaches behind himself, pulls something long and shiny from his back pocket. The lights of the chamber flash off the silvery surface—a wicked-looking dagger, gripped tightly in his fingers. With unexpected speed, he rears back and throws the knife at Thomas. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Chuck go to push him out of the way. You can't let him do that.

You wait until last minute so no one can stop you, and push your little brother out of harm's way, take the knife for both of them.

With a sickening, wet thunk, the dagger slams into your abdomen, burying itself to the hilt. You gasp, fall to the floor, and the world begins to darken around you.

You watch Gally's face horror stricken at what he had done right before Minho and Thomas beat him to pulp. Newt, Chuck, and Teresa are at your side, Chuck is crying, blaming himself, Teresa is putting a small braid in your hair, the way you always loved it, and Newt is squeezing your hand.

"Y/N! No. No. No. Y/N please. Don't leave me! I love you. Please." Chuck continues to cry and blame himself, Teresa finishes and arranges your clothes neatly, Thomas is by you now, stroking your hair, Minho holds your other hand, and Newt continues to beg you to stay, tears now streaming down his face, "I love you Y/N. Please don't leave me."

Tho other Gladers gather round, unsure of what to do. Thomas begs the Med-Jacks to do something, but everyone knows there is nothing to do but watch you die slowly and painfully. Newt is sobbing by now and you know you have to get one last thing out before you fade away forever. You reach into your pocket and find the stone you found in the deadheads about a year ago. It is small, smooth and pure white. You place it into Newt's shaking hand. "I love you too, Newt. Move on. I want you to be happy." 

You feel the world begin to collapse and  know you have just moments till you're gone, "Remember..." The sentence fades away with the light in your eyes.

Newt's POV

She waits until last minute so no one can stop her, and pushes her little brother out of harm's way, taking the knife for both of them.

With a sickening, wet thunk, the dagger slams into her abdomen, burying itself to the hilt. She gasps, and falls to the floor.

Gally's face is horror stricken at what he had done right before Minho and Thomas beat him to pulp. Chuck, Teresa, and I are at her side, Chuck is crying, blaming himself, Teresa is putting a small braid in her hair, the way she always loved it, and I squeeze her hand as If that will stop what I know will come.

"Y/N! No. No. No. Y/N please. Don't leave me! I love you. Please," I beg. No, she can't leave me, I never got to tell her how I feel. 

Chuck continues to cry and blame himself, Teresa finishes and arranges her clothes neatly, Thomas is by her now, stroking her hair, and Minho holds her other hand. 

I beg her to stay, tears now streaming down my face, "I love you Y/N. Please don't leave me."

Tho other Gladers gather round, unsure of what to do. Thomas begs the Med-Jacks to do something, but everyone knows there is nothing to do but watch her die slowly and painfully. I am now sobbing Y/N reaches into her pocket and pulls out her lucky stone. She places it into my shaking hand. "I love you too, Newt. Move on. I want you to be happy."

Her eyes begin to fade and I know she has just moments till she's gone, "Remember..." The sentence fades away with the light in her beautiful Y/E/C eyes. 

"No. No! Y/N, no! Please, no! Don't leave me," I beg knowing it is useless. I cradle her body softly in my arms, pull out the dagger and arrange her hands to cover her wound. I close her eyes so she could be sleeping and stroke her hair. The others say nothing, all grieving in silence. Y/N was always one to help others, always smiled, was always perfect. And now, I would never hear that laugh, never see that smile. She was gone.

The woman from WICKED broke the silence.

"All things happen for a purpose," she said, any sign of malice now gone from her voice. "You must understand this."

The nest part was a blur. Men and women cam in and shot the creators. The led the others out of the room. I didn't want to leave Y/N but I was forced to. With the creators and Gally.

I can hear her last words ringing in my head as we load the bus. "Move on. I want you to be happy." I will try, but it will be hard. I will always love her. No matter what.