T R U S T [The Maze Runner || Newt || Book 2]

Chapter 20

"What's going on?" He asked,

"There's something I didn't tell you, last night. When Wicked saved me they- they..." She trailed off as a lump formed in her throat,

"They what?"

"They gave me my memories back. All of them."

"What? Why didn't you tell us earlier, Clara?"

"That's not important. Look-"

"No, I think it is pretty important." Newt cut her off, Clara could hear his anger growing and she grit her teeth. An argument was the last thing she wanted to get into.

"Newt, just stop. I remembered something, about you."

"What?"

The blonde girl with Aris – Sonya – does she look familiar to you?"

"Not particularly. Should she?"

"Well, um, she- she's your sister, Newt. Her real name is Lizzie, you two were separated by Wicked before the maze."

Newt took a deep breath in as he listened to what Clara had just told him, struggling to take it all in. She watched his expression change, switching between anger and sadness, finally settling on something in between the two.

"I have a sister?" He whispered, and she nodded at him. "And they- they took away my memories of her."

"I'm so sorry Newt." She said, reaching up to his face and wiping away a tear that rolled down his cheek. She let a few seconds of silence pass before she spoke again,

"But that's... that's not everything. There's something else you need to know, about me. About why I said you can't trust me." She breathed, looking down at her feet, her hands still placed on Newt's cheeks

"What is it?"

"Newt, I came up with the maze. The whole thing was my idea. I helped Thomas and them design it. All of it- it was my fault."

"Yeah, I know. Tommy already told us this, remember?"

"I'm not finished, it's my mother. She- I..." She hesitated for a second, "My mother-"

Suddenly a deafening explosion rocked the campsite, sending a wave of flames flying into the air, followed by the screams of the Right Arm

"What the fuck?" Clara muttered, looking at Newt before they ran to join Minho and Frypan.

"What's going on?" Frypan yelled, ducking behind a large rock.

"It's gotta be Wicked."

"How did they find us?"

"I- I don't know."

Another explosion sounded from behind them, followed by more screams. Clara quickly ducked next to Frypan before looking around them, realizing Thomas wasn't there,

"Where's Thomas?"

"We don't know! He didn't come back!"

"Shit." She whispered before scrambling to her feet,

"Clara, what are you doing?" Newt hissed,

"I have to get Brenda."

"No, wait!" He called but she ignored him, running in the direction of the medical tent, hoping beyond all hope that Brenda was okay. She skidded to a stop as an explosion landed straight on the tent, completely engulfing it in flames,

"No, no, no..." She mumbled, slowly stepping forwards as she felt her heart drop,

"Brenda!" She heard someone call and turned to see Thomas running towards her. She turned to face him, her fear growing but suddenly she saw Brenda appear behind him, grabbing his shoulder and spinning him around.