Since We Were Kids // Death Cure (Newt x Reader)

Chapter Six

Sorry for the wait :/

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While we follow Gally to wherever the hell he was taking us, I feel like I'm on top of the world. Every fucked up thing that's happened in the past few moments has dissolved from my thoughts. For once I feel genuinely happy. I feel lucky. We had gotten Chuck back. I keep repeating that sentence, smiling to myself each time it was said in my head. Then the fear of "Am I dreaming?" courses through my thoughts, rising me to a panicked state. When the heat starts to rise in my cheeks and my heart beat speeds up, I snap my fingers repeatedly to pull myself together from those horrid thoughts and the questioning of my reality. Thinking of that made me feel detached from my surroundings, like I was living in a dream, and behind a glass wall.
This is real. I'm real.
Those sentences repeated in my head as well, until everything became to a sense of normality again.

For months we thought Chuck was dead, and I guess he thought the same thing about all of us. Throughout those long months it was almost like there was this dragging pain not having him by my side, or not knowing where he was for that matter. It's like the same feeling I had about Minho. And when his brown eyes light up when he saw us I felt... relieved. Like my world was falling to pieces and then when I saw him... and when I saw him everything was patched up. It's rare for a loved one to come back from the dead... okay who am I kidding. It's not normal for anyone to come back from the dead. I watched him get shot, and I watched Gally get stabbed! I held Chuck's dying body in my arms... this whole situation... it's just so unbelievable.

Even though my thoughts were filled with Chuck, there seem to be room for something else. Not a thought, really, but a memory. Whenever I blink I see the bright blue orbs from moments earlier staring back at me. The feeling of familiarity is so strong it nearly drove in itch through my body. I was completely mesmerized by them, it was insane. Everything was muted out from that moment when I saw him, except his eyes. But I that's not something I want to worry about now. I'm happy now, I finally feel relieved. I should be enjoying and embracing this moment because who the hell knows when I'm gonna feel this way again.

Taking a deep breath and clearing my thoughts, I continue to follow Gally and Chuck. We start walking down a ramp and suddenly I accidentally wince at the pain in my knee. Memories of my night in the Maze tear through my thoughts, leading back to when I injured the damn knee. Luckily no one heard make a noise— I least not that I know of. I hate it when the attention is on me because of an injury. It can make me feel useless, you know?

I shake my head and gaze around, taking in my surroundings. The building we're in is quite weirdly structured, not to mention it's extremely dirty. There's many different floor levels, walls, ceilings, et cetera. I can't comprehend what it might've been used for. Natural light aims down under where we're walking, coming from a rather large skylight. When I look up through the glass, clouds and a beautiful blue sky meet my eyes. Then I examine clothes hanging down and spread out across on some sort of rope, which ties to either end of walls right above us leading up to the skylight.

"What's with those clothes...?" I ask in a daze mostly to myself.

"They've probably just been washed," Chuck answers from right beside me. "They're drying. It's called a clothesline."

I'm nearly startled when I notice Chuck is right beside me. "Clothesline..." the word feels foreign on my tongue. "That's smart..." I murmur. "One day I wanna have a clothesline."

I hear Newt chuckle from beside me on my other side. My cheeks flush when I remember the conversation I had with myself earlier.

"So Gally..." I distract myself. "How the hell are you both still alive?"

"After the Maze we got picked up by a group that was headed towards the city. They realized we were immune, patched us up, and brought us here... to Lawrence." He replies without turning back to face us. "His group's been at war with WICKED ever since they took control of the city."

Gally continues to lead us through the building, passed lots of people who some of which are wearing the same masks as Gally was moments ago.

"But WICKED can't hide behind those walls forever," Gally continues. "A day's gonna come where they're gonna pay for what they've done."

I raise my eyebrows from how aggressive he said that.

I was about to ask Gally another question when he stops in his tracks and turns around. "Listen uh... Lawrence... doesn't get a lot of visitors, so lemme do the talking."

I look down at Chuck with concerned and he just smiles a noticeably fake grin.

"Alright?" Gally asks.

I nod my head. Let's hope this goes well.

"Try not to stare," Gally says before turning off.

I raise my eyebrows again. "Wait what...?" I look around at our group, who's faces hold nothing more than the look of concern. "Chuck..."

Chuck shrugs. "Try not to stare..." he repeats Gally's words as he hops over to catch up with Gally.

We all hesitate before following them.

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I know this chapter was super short but I wanted to get it posted for you guys. I was having such bad writer's block this week... I apologize for the late update.