~~~Author's Notes~~~

Hey!! Happy Update Day!!! Sorry it's kinda short?? I mean it's like 5,000 words but my recent chapters have been about 7,000-8,000 words, so it's shortish. BUT this chapter is literally right out of tmr book, like I dare you to read this along with the original THERE ARE NO FAULTS. I really went James Dasner on this one, BUT ANYWAY ENJOY!

Btw: this chapter starts off literally right after the last one, like seconds later, so if you need a refresher, I'd quickly look back :)

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~~~Brianne's Pov~~~

I walked through the door that Newt had decided he'd needed to hold open for me. I shot him another warning glance, "What did I just say?"

He closed the door as he walked out into the hallway after me, "That I shouldn't take care of you," I heard him mumble.

"Okay, so why did you do that?" I asked, moving my hair over my shoulder.

"Because, its instinct. I'm trying to help you, I know you don't feel well," He defended, shrugging.

"But you didn't have to hold that door open, Newt. It stays open on its own!- And you don't need to help me," I spun on my heels and began walking down the hall.

"What?- Brianne! I'm just trying to be nice," I heard him rush to catch up with me, "Why are you suddenly pissed at me?"

"I'm not pissed at you," I mumbled, defensively.

"Yes, you are! You're starting a fight for absolutely no reason!" He yelled, right behind me.

"Me?! You're the one who's yelling!"

As we passed by the Medjacks room, Clint greeted us, "Morning Newt. Morning Brianne," clearly not sensing our irritation.

We both stopped, only momentarily, and smiled and simultaneously replied, "Morning."

I gave him an annoyed look, "Don't copy me."

Newt burst out laughing, as I flipped my hair and ran downstairs, "How was I copying you? I simply greeted someone who greeted me."

"I don't know how you did it, either. But you did," My hand reached out to open the door to leave the homestead, "See, I'm perfectly capable of opening doors for myself," I yanked on the doorknob.

It didn't freaking budge.

I tried again, "You can't be serious," I mumbled under my breath.

"Need help?" Newt asked, from behind me. His voice was laced with humor.

"No, I'm fine," I pulled on the door again, huffing in defeat.

"Brianne-" Newt started, laughing.

"No, Newt. I can do this myself," I studied the door, "Why won't you just open?" I asked the door. Yes, I do talk to inanimate objects. Is that a problem? Probably.

"You have to push, not pull, that's why," Newt informed, moving past me. His hand wrapped around the knob and he easily pushed the door open, a look of triumph on his face, "Now, can you please tell me why you're angry?"

"I'm not angry," I said, angrily walking out of the homestead, but not without sharply turning around to face Newt first, "And no this doesn't count, I chose to walk first. You didn't hold the door open for me."

Newt didn't say anything, just chuckled to himself our whole way over to the kitchen.

"Now, I was going to offer to get breakfast for you, so that you could go sit down, but I'm sure you don't want me to do that, do you?" Newt asked, as we entered the dining area, "And I get that, because you seem to be perfectly fine and not upset at all and I totally believe you when you say that you're okay," Newt raised his eyebrows at me, waiting for a response.

I sighed, running my hands over my face, "I'm sorry."

"Brianne-"

"No, I'm being obnoxious. I'm not trying to be," I apologized, "I just don't know how to let people take care of me, that's all-"

"Because you're so used to taking care of others. That's partially why I'm doing this, opening doors, getting shoes. I feel awful that you're having bad days. You never have bad days and when you do, you don't talk about them. So since this is like the first time I've known about one, I just want to help you," Newt explained, as we waited in line for food.

I pushed my hair behind my ear, finally giving up my tough act.

I was falling apart, "Why are we arguing so much?"

"We're not," Newt answered.

"Last night, the night before. This morning. Right now."

"I don't count those as arguments-"

"Is this what we're gonna be like for the rest of our lives? So stressed, all this fighting?"

"We're both just very intense people, and I think that that brings some arguments, but that doesn't make us incompatible. Is that what you're saying?" Newt asked, touching my arm.

"No, I'm just saying that lately we've been arguing a lot. And I don't want us to fight. I love you."

"And I love you," Newt gave me a quick smile.

"So that's why I'll let you win this one," I said, stepping out of the breakfast line, "Sacrifice, the purest form of love."

"You win some, you lose some," Newt winked.

"I'll meet you at the table?"

Newt nodded, "Toast?"

"You know me too well, Newt," I smiled, walking away from him.

Arguing was a good thing, right? We were talking through our problems. I'd rather that than us having a million secrets that we keep hidden from each other. Trust and honesty are the most important things in a healthy relationship. Or at least I think they are.

The longer I'm here, the more I realize that I know absolutely nothing about anything.

I sat down at an empty table, deciding that I didn't feel like talking to anyone other than Newt this morning.

I looked around at the people in the dining area, remembering the time a couple of months ago when I'd been waiting for Victoria to meet me so that I could begin working. I'd people watched then, and I was people watching now.

I smiled to myself, remembering how simple things were back then. How easy my problems really had been.

How I couldn't understand anything that anyone here was saying and I thought that that was the craziest thing. Now I know too much Glader slang, but then again, I still don't use it properly, so I guess some things never really change.

I glanced over at the edge of the kitchen, seeing Minho and Victoria, who looked to be having a serious conversation.

Looks like Newt and I weren't the only ones arguing.

Minho crossed his arms over his chest, as he said something to Victoria. I wasn't close enough to hear what he was saying though.

Victoria threw her hands in the air, rolling her eyes dramatically. I faintly heard what she said, "I'm not," Something, something, "Why would you say that?"

Minho looked around, annoyed. He shook his head, and I could barely pick up his words, "Goodbye, Victoria. I have to go."

And with that I saw a tear roll down Victoria's cheek, as she turned away from Minho. She actually turned right towards me.

I wasn't trying to stare, but I guess I was, because even when Victoria's teary-eyed gaze caught mine, I continued looking. We held contact for a few seconds, her stare not cold, but certainly not inviting either.

I was forced to look away as Newt slid into the seat across from me, blocking my view.

"You okay? Did something just happen?" Newt glanced behind him, looking for whatever it was that had caught my attention, but he was too late, Victoria had already disappeared, "What are you staring at?"

"I-I think Minho and Victoria broke up," I said, looking down at my hands.

"What- when?" Newt asked, leaning forward, "Did she talk to you?"

"No, I overheard and just now," I answered.

"Oh, that's awful."

"Yah," I sighed, but I knew what we were both secretly thinking. She deserves it, "Do you still talk to Minho?"

"Eh, not as much as I used to, but that's okay. We're just growing up, that's all," Newt answered, taking a bite of his food.

"Growing up seems stressful."

"Staying young is just as stressful," Newt moved his hand across the table, to hold mine, "I've been wanting to ask you something all morning and I guess, nows as good a time as ever."

"You already asked me to marry you, in case you forgot," I smiled, squeezing his hand.

"I know," He rolled his eyes playfully, "It has nothing to do with that."

"Okay. Go ahead, shoot," I said, trying to forget the still lingering thoughts about Victoria rushing through my mind.

"Alright, even though I'm holding your hand, I'm asking you this with our relationship 100% aside," Oh, "I talked to Gally this morning."

"And?"

"And he said that he saw Thomas in a dream when he went through the changing. And I know that I sound crazy, but," Newt took a deep breath, "Have you seen him too?"

"What, I haven't been stung by a griever. How would I-?" I started.

"I know, I know, but you said that you had dreams sometimes. And, look, Brianne, if you've seen Thomas then you have to tell me. Thats not normal," Newt's thumb moved across the back of my hand.

"Do you think I'm lying? I haven't seen him, Newt," I said, giving him an odd look. I wasn't lying. I really haven't seen him.

"You promise?" Newt asked, leaning closer to me, "Nothing's familiar about him?"

I quickly searched my mind for information. Thomas. Did I know that name?

And then it came to me, "I've heard his name."

Newt sighed, seeming disappointed, yet relieved at my response, "When?"

"I don't remember. But I know that I've heard it."

"Like someone said it? If so, who?" Newt pressed, interrogating me.

"No, like in my head."

"In your head? Brianne, are you messing with me?"

"No, I'm serious. I just wish I remembered when or why his name popped into my head. It would make explaining this to you a whole lot easier," I sighed, taking a bit of my toast. Once I'd finished chewing, I said, "I feel like a month ago I would have remembered. But since then, I've felt different."

"How so?"

"You know how we used to say that we felt as though we were compulsively drawn towards each other? And how we both used to say things that made no sense, but for some reason we said them anyway?"

"Yah, I still get that way sometimes."

"Well, I just don't think I do," I said, feeling like I shouldn't speak these thoughts too loudly.

"What do you mean?"

"Ever since the week that you were asleep, I haven't felt the same. I don't feel so out of place, ya' know? But at the same time I feel extremely out of place because it seems like everyone is always in on something I'm not apart of. Maybe I'm just crazy," I shrugged my shoulders.

Newt did the same, "How you feel could be coincidental, you were under a lot of stress that week."

"Everyone else heard the box alarm, yesterday. And I didn't. I don't think that's a coincidence."

"I meant to have a follow up with you on that- I thought about it all for a while and came to the conclusion that it's utterly impossible for one person out of sixty to simply go deaf to one particular noise. So that could only mean that the alarm isn't an alarm at all. Only something in our heads."

"So that still just proves my point, I'm different," I said, as Newt confirmed my previous hypothesis. Why would the creators leave me out of something like that?

"If it were just a noise then it would be heard by all of us. That makes me believe that maybe there are other things that the creators are doing to us."

"Like what?" I asked.

"I don't really know, but let's just say that if they can get into our minds and cause us to hear an imaginary alarm, then they can do a whole lot more than just that."

I looked away from Newt for a second, "Like mind control."

"Maybe."

"I knew I wasn't crazy! I said that to Victoria weeks ago and she told me I was insane. But I'm not and I knew it!"

"Well, I wouldn't celebrate too soon, we might both just be absolutely mad," Newt said, raising one of his eyebrows.

"Or that, that's always a possibility," I smiled, finishing my breakfast.

"Now, I would love to stay and chat for hours on end, but I have to meet Alby for the second half of the tour-" Newt began to stand up, but he stopped mid-stand and mid-sentence.

"What?" I asked, noticing the confusion on his face. But when Newt reached his hands up to cover his ears, I knew: the box alarm.

"It's the alarm," Newt shouted, as he looked around at everyone else in the dining area, "I'm guessing you can't hear it?"

I shook my head, but stood from the table, "Why is it going off? We just got a newbie yesterday!"

"I don't know," Newt whispered, meaning that he must have really whispered it because he can probably barely hear himself think with the sirens going off.

"Newt, what's going on?" Some boy shouted.

I turned to see that the chaos of the supposed alarm had caused everyone to get up from their tables. They all stood, hands covering their ears, confused looks on their faces, staring at Newt. Newt, who they all apparently thought would have answers for them.

And then after a minute, the alarm probably having stopped, Newt said, "I don't know what's going on. But we all just need to remain calm, cool, and collected. Alby and I will deal with whatever the hell is happening."

But Newts words of comfort seemed to fly over everyone's heads, because as soon as he finished, all of the Gladers ran for the nearest exits out of the dining area.

"Nice try, babe," I said putting my hand on Newt's shoulder, as I walked out of the kitchen.

I heard him turn to follow me, "I'm just trying to make sure everyone in this glade doesn't go bloody crazy over whatever's happening. Ord-"

"I know, order. Your new favorite word," I said, but then decided to take this situation seriously, "Why would the creators send us another glader?"

"I don't know."

"Maybe it's just a false alarm," I tried, knowing that things in this glade never happened by accident.

"No way, this definitely means something," Newt quickly went over to someone who was panicking and tried to calm them, before returning back to my side, "Nobody here knows how to chill out."

"You could say that again," I chuckled, "Assuming there's a Newbie in the box, it would be a boy, right?"

"Yah, because its three boys then a girl," Newt answered, seeming to be a bit antsy, as his pace of walking sped up, "But this has never happened before."

As much as I didn't know what was going on, Newt knew just as little. Which was so odd. Because Newt always knew something I didn't. He had so much more knowledge about the glade than I did, but not now and that scared me a little. Okay, scratch that, it scared me a lot.

"Okay, woah, this is crazy- you might as well put the tour on hold until tomorrow-"

"Newt!" I heard someone shout, causing both of us to stop, "What's going on?" My eyes settled on the source of the voice: Thomas.

I expected Newt to wave him off, but was taken back when he walked over to him, leaving me to follow. Where else was I supposed to go?

"Don't panic, when I tell you this, okay?" Newt said, putting his arm around Thomas's shoulder. Thomas flicked his eyes over to me quickly, "Hey, where's Alby?"

"I don't know, he ran off," Thomas huffed, "What were you saying?"

"That alarm? It means a Newbies coming up in the box," Newt paused. I looked at Thomas expectantly, assuming that he would freak out, like the rest of us, "Like right now."

To my utter shock, Thomas asked, "So?"

Newt shot me a look of disbelief and humor, "So? Dude, we've never gotten two greenies in the same month, much less two days in a row."

"What does that even mean?"

"Okay," Newt brought his hands up to his face, "Thomas, this is Brianne, Brianne, Thomas- wait you guys already met- anyway, ask her your questions, she's your new guide. She'll be happy to answer them. I have to go find Alby," Newt gave me a quick smile and a kiss on the cheek, before he ran off to the homestead.

My jaw dropped slightly, as I went to protest, but it was too late, Newt was already too far away.

He was right about his whole running thing, he still had it, that's for sure.

I turned back to look at Thomas, expecting him to be staring at me, but was confused when I saw that he was still closely watching Newt, "He's all mine, in case you were curious," I joked, pointing to my ring.

Thomas didn't laugh at my joke or even acknowledge that I'd said anything, "What happened to Newt's leg?"

"Oh," I said, taken back once again, "I don't know," I answered, keeping the truth to myself.

Thomas nodded, looking up at me, "So Newt said you'd answer my questions?" He asked, sarcasm dripping from every word he spoke. He knew from my short reply that I was keeping something from him.

I laughed, "Yah, but Newt's personal life doesn't really fall into my role as your guide," I answered, changing the topic, "Now, I know just about as much as you do, so I'm not really helpful. But things are very orderly here," I explained, feeling like I'd summoned my inner Newt or something, "And never in the history of the glade, have two people come up in that box two days in a row, so that's why everyone's freaking out."

"Where are they going?" Thomas gestured to the Gladers that seemed to be walking in one particular direction.

"To the Boxhole, where we should be going too actually," I answered as we started towards the box.

"So when did you get here?" Thomas asked, surprising me.

"Two months ago," I breathed, trying not to remember my painful experiences as a Newbie.

"Oh, you're kinda new too, right?" I nodded, "How'd you and Newt get so close then?"

"I guess, you could call it love at first sight," I laughed, "When we met, I kinda felt like I'd known him my whole life."

"You remembered him?"

"Eh, I'd say more along the lines of recognized. I knew his name before he even introduced himself."

"That's weird, no? Does everyone feel like that? Should I?"

"No, I think it's probably a mistake that the creators made. It's not normal for people around here to know things. It can cause problems."

"The creators? Everyone keeps bringing them up. Who are they?"

"They're the people who put us here," Thomas opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off, "And no, we don't know exactly who they are."

"Well, that sucks," Thomas breathed, as we finished our trek to the boxhole. Not everyone had gotten here yet, so we kind of had front row seats, if you will, to the phenomenon. Not like this was exciting though. The creators were sending us another newbie. They were breaking the orderly system in which they'd originally begun. And I couldn't shake the tight feeling in my chest that this wasn't going to end well.

"Newbie! Brianne!" I heard Chuck shout as he ran over to us. A look of absolute exhaustion on his face, "My friends!"

I smiled, but Thomas just rolled his eyes, "If we're friends can you at least call me by my name. I'm Thomas. Call me that or I'll throw you into the box once they open it," Thomas paused for a moment, "Wait, have you guys ever-"

Chuck cut him off, "Tried it."

"Tried what?" Thomas asked, irritated that someone had cut him off.

"Going down in the Box after it makes a delivery," Chuck answered, as Thomas gave me a quick glance.

"He's right," I confirmed, "Box won't move until it's empty."

"Okay, well what about-" Thomas started again.

And Chuck interrupted him, yet again, "Tried it."

Thomas groaned, "Man, you're hard to talk to- Tried what?"

"Going through the hole after the box goes down. You can't. The two Doors open, but there's just a black hole of emptiness," Chuck informed him, surprising even me at his knowledge of this stuff.

But Thomas tried to ask another question, "Did you-?"

"Tried-" Chuck began, but it was Thomas's turn to interrupt.

"What! What did you try!"

"Throwing things into the hole. We never heard them land. It goes on for a long time."

Thomas just stared at Chuck, as though he were still waiting for him to say more, "What are you a mind reader or something?"

"Or something," I answered, smiling. Chuck was smarter than he led us to believe.

"Just brilliant, that's all," Chuck said, winking.

I laughed, along with Thomas, who said, "Never wink at me again," But he cut his laugh off, "But are you guys sure about the hole? Have you ever," Thomas waited for Chuck to interrupt, but the interruption never came, "Have you tried making a rope?"

"Yeah," Chuck pointed to me, "They did. But that experiment didn't go too well."

My throat tightened, as Thomas asked, "What do you mean? What happened? What'd you guys find?"

Chuck answered for me, "I wasn't here, but I heard that one of the kids who volunteered to go down, got only- I don't know- twenty feet into the hole before something sliced through the air and cut him right in half."

Thomas burst out laughing, "What? I don't believe that for a second."

"Oh yah, smart guy? Brianne was the other one who went down there," Chuck and Thomas both turned to look at me.

"You did?" Thomas asked.

"Yah, but-" I felt like throwing up, "It was stupid. Thats why they keep the body in a box to remind the future newbies not to be so dumb."

"You're serious?" Thomas asked, staring at me.

"Why would I lie about someone's death?" I said, wanting to escape this conversation, "Look, I have to go. But I'll catch up with you guys later, I guess."

I pushed through the crowd, trying my hardest not to panic.

I couldn't do anything about what happened to Stephan. I could have died too.

Thankfully, I bumped into Newt, while I was trying to run away.

"Brianne, where are you going?" He asked, grabbing my wrist when I tried to keep going.

"I can't be here, right now," I answered, looking up at Newt.

His eyes searched mine, "What happened?"

"Chuck brought up Stephan and I don't want to think about that night ever again," I explained, shaking my head.

Newt stared at me for a few seconds, "Come on," He said, walking towards the box, me in tow behind him, "You can do this. You aren't responsible for that mess."

We both stopped at the edge of the crowd, right next to Alby. Newt gave me a quick smile, before he took his position to open the box's doors.

They pulled at the door's handles, yanking the coverings apart.

Everyone in the Glade fell silent as they waited for Alby and Newt to speak.

I watched as Newt leaned over the box to look inside. In the distance, the sounds of a bleating goat echoed across the Glade.

Newt stood up sharply, a confused look on his face, "This has to be a mistake," Newt breathed as he looked around.

"There's no way," Alby said, trailing off.

This caused the original silence of the Glader's to erupt into a chorus of questions.

What could be down there that made Alby and Newt speechless?

I tried to lean forward to get a better look, but the door was blocking my view.

"Everyone hold on! Please, just hold on!" Alby screamed, silencing everyone.

"Well, what's wrong?" Someone in the back of the crowd shouted.

Alby stood to his full height, "Two Newbies in two days," He whispered, "Now this. In the two and a half years I've been here, it's always been the same. The pattern has never changed. Now this," Alby looked straight at Thomas, "Whats going on, Newbie?"

Everyone turned to stare at Thomas, "How am I supposed to know?" He asked, his face bright red from the sudden attention.

"Why don't you just tell us what the heck is down there, Alby?" Gally shouted, across from me.

"Everyone quiet!" Alby looked to Newt, who was still staring down at the box, "Tell 'em, Newt."

Newt's eyes scanned the crowd, only holding my stare once, before he gravely said, "It's a girl."

The first question to pop into my mind: Why?

We were supposed to get another boy. The pattern has always been, boy, boy, boy, girl.

Not girl, boy, boy, girl!

Apparently no one else understood the issue at hand though, because everyone started saying the most ridiculous things.

"I call dibs!"

And "What does she look like?"

And "How old is she?"

And then "Is she hot?"

This was crazy. The creators were breaking their pattern-

"And that's not the bloody half of it," Newt said, shushing everyone again, "I think she's dead."

"Dead?" Someone gasped.

Newt, Alby, Gally, and a couple of others threw a rope into the box and pulled the mystery dead girl out. They laid her down on a patch of grass.

The group of us moved around them, everyone trying to get a closer look.

I stood near Newt, but not directly next to him.

Newt spoke, breaking the silence, "Greenie, get over here," his voice was rough and lets just say that he didn't sound very pleasant.

Thomas pushed his way to the middle of the circle, his movements stiff. Once next to Newt and Alby, he stood completely still, just staring at the girl.

"You know her, shank?" Alby asked, angrily.

Thomas's mouth dropped open, "What? Do I know her? Of course I don't know her. I don't know anyone."

"That's not-" Alby sighed in frustration, "I meant, does she look familiar at all? Any kind of feelin' like you've seen her before?"

For some reason, Thomas flicked his eyes over to me, "No, nothing."

"Are you sure?" Alby asked.

"Yes, why?" Thomas responded, sounding equally as angry.

"Shuck it," Alby muttered looking down at the girl, "This can't be a coincidence. Two days, two greenies. One dead, one alive."

Alby's words seemed to make Thomas panicky, "You don't think I-"

"Shut up, Greenie," Newt said, "Nobody's saying that you killed her."

Thomas hesitated before saying, "I swear I've never seen her before," But anyone who was paying close attention to him could see the doubt in his eyes.

Newt seemed to pick up on it, "Are you sure-?"

Before Newt could finish his question, the girl that we'd all thought had been dead, shot up to a sitting position. She breathed heavily in and out, as if she'd just awoken from an awful nightmare.

She looked around at all of us, a hard and cold glaze over her eyes.

Everyone backed away from her, absolutely terrified.

Nobody knew what to say. So silence once again swallowed the glade.

But the mystery girl broke the silence as she said the words that only scared us even more, "Everything is going to change," And then her blue eyes rolled back up into her head and she slumped to the ground. Her arm shot into the air, her hand tightly clutching a piece of paper, almost as if she were taunting us to try to take it from her.

Newt and I exchanged a glance, before he ran over to the girl and pulled the paper out of her grasp.

I held my breath, as Newt's shaking hands unfolded the white square.

I could just see from where I was standing, a few words printed across the paper, but I couldn't read them.

Newt's face dropped as he looked over whatever the note said. My heart thumped hard against my chest at the anticipation of what Newt had read.

He looked up, blinking quickly, "It says that-" He cut himself off, in shock, it seemed, but he quickly composed himself, "She's the last one. Ever."

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~~~Author's Notes~~~

AHHH!!!11!!!1??!! Plot twist ;P

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