The Death Cure || 1

Chapter Twelve

"Alright Newt! We're almost there just hang on!" Gally shouted over his shoulder, tripping over his own feet in a desperate sprint.

"Just leave me." Newt grunted, his gravelled voice strained.

We were getting close to one of the main streets that connected the pipes back to Brenda. I turned to go towards it before being pulled violently back by my shirt, jerking me back behind the building. "Get back!" Gally shouted, yanking me out of the way of a burning car rolling down the street, followed by an army of cranks.

Dust stuck to my eyes and the insides of my throat, blinding me with stinging flames, my heart thrumming loudly in my ear. I let out a gasp of breath in relief, turning to Gally and nodding weakly, my mind barely registering what happened. Gally made sure to keep his hand on my lower back, comfortingly shielding me from the dust and rubble flying up to meet our faces.

The wind began to pick up, whooshing more decay around us in a whirlwind, which sparked one very last glimmer of determination within me. We craned our necks round the corner of the building to look up at the berg flying overhead, the low humming was the sweetest music I'd ever heard.

"Ok that's them." Thomas sputtered extatically, pulling Newt back up on his feet with help from Minho. "It's them we gotta go!"

"Go without me," Newt struggled. "Just-" He fell to the floor, convulsing, his worsening condition sending him into a coughing fit. We couldn't stop, not when the berg was just a few minutes away. We were too close to the serum.

"Minho, you gotta run ahead." Thomas panted. "Grab the cure and get back as quick as you can." Minho looked at him reluctantly, clearly not wanting to leave Newts side. "Minho, go."

"He's right, we can cover." Gally added, standing up to check if it was clear.

"Thank you. Thank you, Minho." Newt breathed huskily, barely managing to form two words.

"Hey, you just hang on. You hear me?" Minho said sternly, adamantly standing up to join Gally.

"I'll stay to cover you guys." I mumbled tiredly, my side becoming more and more unbearable as I tightened my holster over it.

"Jack-" Gally started, his voice sounding like the voice people used at the beginning of a warning or a scolding.

"Just go!" I shouted. Gallys eyes flitted between me and the street, before clenching his jaw.

"Shuck it." He mumbled, chucking his gun down and taking two long strides towards me. He took my face in his hands and crashed his lips onto mine, his arms snaking around my waist as I pulled him closer to me. His neck felt warm and sweaty under my grasp, my heart was racing so fast I could hear it drumming even over the explosions.

Wherever it came from, I couldn't be more grateful. But why now? Why when we could never see eachother again, and when WCKD was now very intent on annihilating us once and for all?

This didn't feel like the kiss we had shared before. He navigated my lips as if it were the back of his own hand, his grasp firm against my skin, our faces close, in sync with eachother, like second nature.

We eventually parted, and he pulled me into him, rubbing his face against my hair.

"I'll see you soon." I mumbled, my head buried in his freckled neck.

"You better." He mumbled, as he reluctantly pulled away from me, delaying our separation. I staggered slightly, I'd hoped it was from the kiss but the blood gushing out of my stomach might have had a little something to do with it. I grabbed Gallys arm to keep me upright, but before he could say anything, Minho was shoving his gun into his chest and urging him to move.