THE ERROR (Newt Fanfiction)

The First Clue: Chapter 29

FINALLY! I am so sorry I haven't been updating so I will try to make this one super long. Thanks! The clip for this chapter is either on the side or up on top.

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NEWT'S POV:

My heart sinks to the bottom of my stomach. There, it shatters. Not breaks, but shatters. Into little shards of emotions I can't even explain. My hand instinctively is brought to my face as tears moisten my eyes. I clutch my mouth and a tear rolls down my cheek.

Not him... Please...

I bolt to the front of the cell, hands gripping the bamboo bars tightly, my knuckles growing white.

"HEY!!! LET ME OUT!!!" My voice is raw and scratchy, I scream with all my might.

Minho appears in front of the slammer, frantically untying the latch. I can hear Thomas yelling in the cell beside mine. Soon, I'm scrambling out and passing Minho, dashing past a frightened looking Kayla, and limping as fast as possible to the Maze doors.

Standing there is Ben, surrounded by boys, and leaning forward on his knees, panting. The Maze doors are closed and many Gladers talk at once, trying to get answers out of him. 

Ben grunts and stands up fully.

"SHUT UP!"

Everyone goes silent. He coughs, spits onto the ground, then rubs his eyes with his dirty hands.

"Alby came into the maze with me... to investigate a dead griever.. those things are good at lookin' limp." 

I can feel the sting of more tears soon to come in my eyes.

"What happened..." Zart asks.

"It slit his throat with a blade, stung him, then ran off... I didn't have time to bring him back."

Sadness is replaced with anger.

"You left him there???"

"I didn't have a choice!"

Winston pipes in.

"Newt, man... that means you're in charge."

Everyone grows silent again and something clicks inside my brain.

I'm in charge... I can't... I have to.

Ben tosses something into my hands, breaking my train of thought and I clumsily grab it.

"I sliced a hole in the shuck-face's stomach and that fell out."

Its a mechanical cylinder, covered in slime, ripped cords on one end and a small screen on the other.

It displays the number 7 in red.

7?

Minho jogs up to me and takes it from my hands. I wipe them on my pants.

"Hey... Ben? What section was open again today?"

"7. Why?"

Minho nods and turns, grabbing Thomas and Kayla, pulling them towards the Map Room.

I have the urge to follow... but I return to my work, trying to put my mind off the fact one of my best friends is dead.

*TIME SKIP, NEXT DAY*

KAYLA'S POV:

I'm going running with Thomas and Minho today. We concluded that whatever that device is, it might be able to help us out of this place.