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

Chapter Eight

I'm sorry this up so late. I've been sick all weekend and I'm losing motivation. But I'm determined to finish, even if no one reads it.

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"... Gally said you can get us through these walls," Thomas finishes.

My fingers pinch the bridge of my nose and I squeeze my eyes shut. Why can't this boy just shut his mouth for once! While keeping my eyes closed and my fingers pinched, I try to recall the name of the strange looking man who's only feet in front of me. I know Gally only said it not to long ago, but a lot has been on my mind since then.

"Well Gally should know better than to make promises that he can't keep," the man said, his voice sounding weirdly calm.

The room filled with silence. My eyes pop open, along with my hand falling to my side and being pulled out of my thoughts. I glare at Gally, then Thomas. We've came all this way...! It's foolish of me to actually start trusting Gally! We need to get into WICKED. Minho is our top priority right now... And I mean, it's not just that i want Minho back— I need him back. If we give up, I won't be able to live with myself. Minho is like a brother to me— in every way except blood. I may not show it to him, but I love him. A lot. And I can't just live out the rest of my fucked up life knowing that my brother is in the hands of WICKED. Maybe it's foolish of
me— thinking that saving him will save myself too.

"Besides..." the man sighs. "That wall... is only half your problem. Getting inside WICKED is impossible." He grabs the pole of his cart and takes a step forward, letting us get a full view of his face in the dim and shadowed light.

I focus my glance to Gally, who shrugs. "There might be a way now," he says hesitantly, but strong. "But it doesn't work without... Thomas..."

Everyone gazes their eyes to Thomas, and the look on his face is skeptical, like ours.

"Is that so...?" The man breaths, making me uncomfortable. With every uneven step he takes closer to Thomas, his hand's grip on the pole tightens, and the bag of blue liquid sways. "You know what I am... Thomas?"

As he steps even closer into the light we get a way better view of his face. And I hate to say it, but it's even more hideous than before. Chunky blue veins pop out along his forehead. And it almost looks like he has barnacles attached to him. He's infected... I conclude. I should've known.

"Try not to stare." I repeat Gally's words in my head as I turn away.

Though I can't help myself. Looking up again, I notice how close his face is away from Thomas's. Definitely less than an inch. My facial expression is probably written with so much disgust right now.

"I am a businessman..." he whispers loudly into Thomas's ear.

I furrow my eyebrows at what I'm watching, and trying to figure out what Gally told us his name is. That's gonna bother me...

"...which means I don't take... unnecessary risks..." he continues.

I roll my eyes. In what way is this unnecessary!? I mean, for him, maybe. For us though? Absolutely not.

"Why should I trust you...?" He continues.

"Cause I could help you..." Thomas whispers. It's so quiet I have to strain my ears to hear his voice. The man's head tilts to the side, almost to show that he's listening. Though he still looks intimidating. "You see... if you can get me through those walls... then I can get you what you need."