Hello guys! I'm NyanWolf and this is my first TMR fanfic! I appreciate criticism and gladly take plot suggestions and ideas! So please review!

Story Info:

This is set in the Death Cure, but I'll be ignoring page 250. This is slightly AU because Newt never goes to the crank palace. The POV will switch every now and then to Minho and Thomas.

They came from WICKED. I was in the Berg, waiting for teammates who might already be dead. Trying not to itch at the tickle in my brain. Trying so hard not to break. But it was growing. Growing and spreading in my head.

I was trying not to cry.

Liquid was just beginning to swell from my eyes when the door opened. I looked up to see my friends. Jorge, Brenda, Minho, and Tommy. I smiled widely, running to Tommy and hugging him. But when I made contact he seemed to grow much wider and taller. His skin turned to a heavy green uniform. And his smiling face turned into a gasmask.

This wasn't Tommy.

And these weren't my friends.

I stumbled back, blinking. Had I imagined it all? The man I'd hugged looked at the other men and they nodded to each other.

"Who...?" I trailed off, suddenly embarrassed.

"We're taking you back, Newt. We still have a few variables left," The man said gruffly. He drew a gun from his belt and his buddies followed suit. I froze. They were going to take me away. And the others would have no idea. They would think I ran away. They would think I was a coward.

Without thinking I turned and dived into the Berg's control room. A bang sound racked my brain. I didn't look back, pressing myself into a crawlspace under the control panel. Immediately, I tore a piece of fabric from my white shirt-sleeve and fumbled with a pen from my pocket, part of a collection of forgotten things I'd started when I was left there. Even as a fist crashed into the control panel above me, sending sparks and hot embers raining down on me, I started formulating my note.

I was just starting to write when gloved hands grabbed my hair and dragged me out. I screamed as my scalp caught fire. Something hard slammed into my skull. Searing white light flashed across my vision. The same hard thing, which must have been the gun, was launched into my nose. A horrible cracking filled my ears. Copper dripped into my mouth.

I swallowed it, ignoring the fact that it tasted good. I squinted to see past the colored dots in my eyes and tried to write with my shaky hands. I only got one word down before the note slipped through my fingers and I was being carried away, out of the Berg.

Wicked.

I woke up with no memory of going to sleep. Had I been knocked out? All I knew was that I was in a white padded room with no windows or furniture or door. Panic fluttered in my chest. I was about to start screaming when a section of the wall opened. I sighed, there was a door. A large, human-sized vulture waddled into the room.

I stared. Its plumage was white but its eyes were red and bloody. It spoke.

"Time for your treatment Newt. If this works, everything will change." It came closer. I fell on my butt, scrabbling to get away from the bird creature. A small syringe was clasped tightly in its wing, filled with sloshing yellow liquid. It looked like vomit. Without meaning to, I whimpered.

The vulture shook its head impatiently. Then it lunged at me with the needle. I dodged, kicking out my leg to knock it out of its wing. The vulture screeched, picking up the fallen injection. Then it came at me again, practically sitting on my lap to prevent me moving. I squirmed, tears welling up for no reason. And then I bit it. I bit into wings that tasted like skin and locked my jaws. More blood burbled into my mouth.

It was sugary and sweet, but wrong tasting too. The vulture shook me off and screeched again. It slapped me, leaving a red welt in my cheek. I was screaming profanities now, although half of it was a slurred mess.

"Stop wriggling you stupid boy! Either the flare has already eaten your brain or your more of an idiot than I thought! This could save the world! Don't you see?" The vulture yelled. But I didn't understand. I couldn't comprehend what the words meant. The needle pricked my vein and was plunged deep. I shrieked like I was possessed, but then my muscles grew heavy and I was hit with pain so thick I almost threw up on the bird.

But now I saw it was no longer a bird. It was a tall blond woman with white doctor clothes. I curled in on myself, shivering. The bird-lady smiled. I felt sick. My chest was collapsing. I couldn't breath. Blood gurgled from someplace in my throat and I let it sit inside my mouth. Swirling it around my teeth. The pain was a wall around my body. I managed to glimpse the lady's nametag before I blacked out.

Ava Paige.

Please tell me how I did! The next chapter will be out this week.

Fun Fact #1: The Scorch Trials movie is Wes Ball's AU fanfic, just like mine!

Wolf Out...