Him (Newt x Reader)

Chapter 14: Free

Gally's eyes were pitch black, he was sweating like crazy, tears rolling down his cheeks, and his breathing patterns were extremely irregular.

"Gally?" Thomas questions with concern in his voice, 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 as well.
"We can't leave." I watch as his right hand begins to tremble, which is the one with the 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 wasn't 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?"

Gally's tears are becoming more, and more evident.
"No, there's no escape from this place." Gally raises his gun, pointing it directly at Thomas.

Everyone backs up a step, and my hand instinctively reaches down to Newt's. Our hands waste no time in intertwining with one another.

"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 slowly 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.

"We all do." The gun goes off, and I immediately close my eyes in response. Unlike Ava Paige, these boys have become close to me, including Gally. The thought of one of them dying pains me, especially those who have always been by my side.

I open my eyes to the sound of a struggling inhale, and the first thing I see is a spear through Gally's chest. With my legs still holding me up, everything inside of me drops.

Of course, Gally was a mean prick to me for most of the time that I was here. But that never stopped me from seeing the good in him, like after he tried to banish us. Before we left, I noticed that his eyes were pleading for himself to go with us, but instead he had chosen not to.

The only thing that Gally wanted was for everyone to be safe. But now he'll never realize that if we all just stayed together, no matter how terrible it may truly be outside. We will always be safe with one another, as long as we have trust.

Gally then falls to his knees, and we all watch in horror as he hits the floor, and takes his final, painful breaths.

Everyone went silent, staring at the dead body of someone who was like a brother to everyone. "Thomas..." Chuck says slowly, and before I'm able to even avert my eyes away from Gally. Chuck falls to the ground, blood pooling out of his shirt.

Everything freezes. Chuck is like a little brother to me, he is one of my best friends. In the short amount of time I called the Glade my home, I had gotten to know Chuck very well, and I had become very used to being around him all the time. Or whenever he would look to me for comfort like I was truly his older sister, I loved those moments.

But now, as I watch Thomas scream and cry over Chuck's dying body.
I break, I fall to my knees and let my tears slip out. Newt's immediate reaction was to come down to my level and embrace me into one of his warm, comforting hugs.

I knew that I could not save Chuck, even if we tried it would be of no use. When death comes for you, there is no escaping it. I've learned that ever since I have arrived here.

Alby, Jeff, Gally, and now Chuck.

Chuck's death will linger in my mind, for how long? I do not know.
But I do know one thing, Chuck would want us to move on. He was always so bright, so optimistic, I wouldn't want to let him down now.

I stare at Thomas, who was shaking Chuck's lifeless body. I wanted to reach out to him, to comfort him and explain how Chuck would want us to move on. But I knew that he wouldn't listen, Thomas was too focused on trying to get Chuck to come back, it would be useless.

Newt sobs from next to me, and I look up to see that everyone was in tears as well.
Out of almost every death that has occurred today, we can all agree that Chuck's death will affect us the most.

But we must move on, I'm confident in believing that they would all want that.
Alby, Jeff, Gally, and Chuck.

They would want us to be free, they would want us to escape.

A sudden light emerges from the end of the hall, and I look over to see my first glance at the outside world. The only thing distracting me from all the pain that I have felt today...freedom.

A group of people in black suits, similar to those from the video, rush in and escort us out of the facility. As I run through the last hall, my tears beginning to dry up, Thomas' screams and cries are almost deafening as the people attempt to pull him away from Chuck.

His screams linger for a moment more, becoming more inaudible the further I run.
Until eventually, Thomas' screams and cries are replaced by the sound of a helicopter.

We did it, we escaped.

The Scorch was similar to what Ava Paige had described, and I could even spot a couple of burnt down buildings in the distance. I didn't bother to cover my eyes when the hot wind blew some sand in my direction, my main focus was reaching the helicopter.

I jumped in with Teresa and we both took a corner on the right side of the helicopter, trying our best to make room for the other boys. Once Newt jumped in, he made his way to the right side of the helicopter and sat on the other side of me.

I then felt his hand along mine, and soon enough they were intertwined.
To be honest, if Newt was never here, if he had never existed...I don't think I would've survived. Newt was always there to help me, to comfort me with almost anything that I needed.

If it wasn't for him, I probably would've gone insane...I would not have survived.

"Thank you." I whisper to him.

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

After Thomas jumps in, one guy in a black suit jumps in as well and closes the door behind him, sitting across from Thomas.

The guy takes off his black mask to reveal an older man, who is slightly older than the rest of us. "You guys all right?" He asks us, and yet no one answers him. "Don't worry, you're safe now."

As the helicopter flies up into the air, the Gladers take a moment to stand and look out the window. Catching a perfect view of the Glade as we fly over it, the maze looking less terrifying from where we flew.

Smoke still appeared from inside the Glade, reminding me of the tragedies that just took place. But that didn't matter right now.

The Glade was the first home that I will ever remember, and watching it grow further, and further away from me was honestly depressing. But no matter how much I will miss it, we were finally free, we finally escaped...and that is all that mattered.

Everyone began to slowly sit down once again, and I realized how fast the exhaustion from everything was finally caving in.

Newt's hand was still intertwined with mine, and I chose to rest my head on his shoulder. Tiredness was ready to consume me, at least until the man spoke again.

"Relax, kid." He says to Thomas, "everything's gonna change."

I replayed that sentence nearly a thousand times in my head, wondering why it suddenly sounded so familiar. But my thoughts were soon wisped away when I feel Newt's head on mine. Personally, I didn't care who saw us at this moment. We were both exhausted, drained, and all we wanted to do was sleep.

I allowed my eyes to slowly shut, wondering what will come next.
We have escaped, we are finally free from WICKED's grasp. But as I finally close my eyes, feeling myself drift away from reality...I can't help but think, that this is not the end.