Him (Newt x Reader)

Chapter 14: Free

Gally's eyes are pitch black, like he no longer has any humanity. He is sweating profusely with tears running down his cheeks, and his breathing is inconsistent.

"Gally?" Thomas asks, he attempts to walk to Gally when Teresa suddenly stops him. "Don't, he's been stung."

Gally drops the key from his left hand, shaking his head. "We can't leave." I watch as his right hand begins to tremble, he has a gun.

"We did, Gally, we're out." Thomas says while slowly raising his arms, and Newt gently pushes me to the side of him to where I'm not directly in the front of the group.

"We're free."

Gally tilts his head, furrowing his brows. "Free? You think we're free out there?"

Did he see the video? Did he see Ava Paige? How long has he been here without us noticing?

Gally's tears begin to flow. "No, there's no escape from this place." Gally raises his gun, pointing it directly at Thomas.

"Gally, listen to me." Thomas begins, "You're not thinking straight. You're not, but now we can help you. Just put down the gun."

Gally squints, his tears beginning to block his vision. "I belong to the maze."

"Just put down the gun." Thomas tries once more, and I feel Chuck shift from beside me, my heart racing.

"We all do." The gun goes off, and I immediately close my eyes in response.

It's silent until someone struggles to inhale, I open my eyes and see Gally with a spear through his chest. A burning pain quickly finds its way to my throat. He was so close to leaving with us, I could see it in him, unless I'm just crazy. But he doesn't deserve to die. He just needs help, he needs to understand. 

Gally falls to his knees and hits the floor on his side. Dead.

Everyone is silent while we stare at Gally's body. I didn't know him long but I know that he was a brother to the Gladers.

"Thomas..." Chuck trails off, and before I'm able to look away from Gally, Chuck falls to the floor, blood pooling out of his shirt. He got shot. Gally shot Chuck.

Everything freezes.

No.

Chuck doesn't deserve this. He's too young.

Thomas falls next to the dying boy, crying out as Chuck hands him a wooden figurine, speaking his last words. I fall to my knees as tears overcome me. He doesn't deserve this. Not him. I place a hand on Thomas' shoulder as Chuck goes limp, his lifeless eyes staring up at the ceiling.

I remove my hand from Thomas as he shakes Chuck's lifeless body. Newt sobs from next to me, most of everyone appearing to be in tears. 

What now? Do we still escape? What do we do with Chuck? With Gally? With ourselves?

A light suddenly emerges from the end of the hall, spilling into the room and onto Chuck's body. It's here. Freedom.

A group of people in black suits, almost identical to those from the video, rush in and escort us out of the facility. Everyone's cries appear to cease as we head down the hallway and to the outside world. I can already feel the heat.

The Scorch is exactly how Ava Paige had described. I can even spot a couple of burnt down buildings in the distance. I don't bother to cover my eyes as my feet hit the sand and the wind blows some of it in my face, there's a helicopter waiting for us that we need to get to.

I jump in with Teresa and we find a corner, trying to leave room for the boys. They all begin to pile in and Newt finds a spot next to me. My racing heart miraculously beginning to slow as our bodies touch.

To be honest, if it wasn't for Newt, I don't think I would have survived. I believe I would've gone insane without needing a griever's stinger. But he was always there, so welcoming and reassuring, so kind and understanding. I'm so grateful for him.

"Thank you." I whisper.

I can tell that he doesn't exactly know what I'm talking about, but he says, "Always."

After Thomas jumps in, the last black-suit guy jumps in as well and closes the door behind him, sitting across from Thomas. He takes off his black mask to reveal an older man with slightly long hair and a growing beard. "You guys all right?" He asks us, but no one answers him. "Don't worry, you're safe now."

As the helicopter flies into the air, the Gladers take a chance to look out the window. Catching a perfect view of the Glade as we fly over it, the maze looking less terrifying from above.

The Glade is the first home that I will ever remember, and watching it grow further and further away from me is honestly a little depressing. But it doesn't matter anymore. We escaped. We're free.

Everyone sits down once again while exhaustion suddenly finds my eyes, making them heavy and hard to keep open. I rest my head on Newt's shoulder, feeling his rest atop mine as I close my eyes.

"Relax, kid." I hear the black-suit guy say, "Everything's gonna change."

I replay that sentence a million times in my head. Why does it sound so familiar?