The Safe Haven (A Newt Fanfiction)

Chapter 8

A/N.
I know I don't usually do these at the beginning but ahhh look at the picture! It's from The Scorch Trials. There's more of them but this is my favorite. I shall explain later. Kay? Cool.

Another ten minutes of searching revealed absolutely nothing. The place appeared to be abandoned. Newt knew that it wasn't because of the other Bergs in the hangar. Something else was going on.

They wandered around the place, completely lost. The white walls and floors made everything look the same. Before long, Newt lost all sense of direction. By this time, all Newt was looking for was something colorful.

Finally, at the end of a long hallway, they came across a door. It was just a plain wooden door. There was nothing special about it, yet Newt felt a shiver go down his spine.

        "Okay, I'm officially creeped out," Alex said.

        "This isn't right. They have to know we're here. I know WICKED too well to think that this is just a coincidence," Newt said.

        "Not much we can do now. Let's just hope there's something useful on the other side of that door," Dylan said.

        "Or colorful," Alex muttered.

Dylan shot an anoyed glance at her but couldn't hide his smirk. "I'll go first," he announced. He grabbed the handle and flung the door open without hesitation.

-

The room was dark except for the light from the hallway. Dylan stepped in, followed closely by Newt and Alex. As soon as she was in the room, the door slammed shut behind her.

Alex yelped in surprise and tugged on the handle. As Newt suspected, it had magically locked.

        "Crap," she whispered. "I didn't touch it I swear. It just closed."

        "It's fine," came Dylan's voice from the now complete darkness. "Try to find a light switch or something."

Newt began to feel along the walls for it.

        "Got it!" came Alex's voice, and light flooded the room.

Newt blinked, willing his eyes to become adjusted to the sudden light.

There was nothing in the room except for a chair and it's ocupant. When Newt saw who it was, his jaw dropped. "You...." his voice trailed off.

        "Me indeed," said Rat Man, a sinister smile playing on his lips.

-

Newt was frozen in shock. His first thought was that is wasn't fair. After everything that had happened, this bloody shank was alive. Almost all of Newt's friends were dead, and this slinthead was alive.

Although it didn't look like Rat Man had been having a nice life since the last time Newt saw him. He was still dressed in all white, but his imaculate, perfectly pressed suit had been replaced with plain white, cotton shirt and pants. He was tied to a chair with thick brown belts from his neck to his feet. The metal chair he was sitting in was bolted to the floor. What was left of his hair was disheveled mess.

Newt's shock was replaced by rage. He stepped to Rat Man and carefully, precisely, punched him in the jaw.

He would have beat the living klunk out of him if Dylan hadn't stepped in between them.

       "Dude! What's wrong with you! We finally find something useful And your first impulse is to start punching?" he said.

        "He was there! He was behind it all!" Newt yelled.