T R U S T [The Maze Runner || Newt || Book 2]

Chapter 5

Clara walked swiftly in the direction of the stairwell, climbing down to the first floor and weaving through the halls, which were littered with Wicked guards and medical personnel, thankfully none of them paid any attention to her as she made her way through the building. She walked through the busy cafeteria, ignoring the stares of some of the kids and guards before turning down a hallway that contained all the doors to all of the interrogation rooms. She skimmed the signs near each door until she found the one for room C1, swiping her mother's key card through the lock and pushing the door open.

"Newt?" She whispered, walking into the room. He was pacing back and forth but he turned to look at her when she called him, a mix of shock and happiness on his face. He ran forward and threw his arms around her, trapping her arms to her sides, but she managed to wrap them around his waist. A few seconds later he pulled away and she looked up at him, giving him an angry look before smacking him on the arm,

"You're a fucking idiot, Newt."

"Wait, what?"

"Why didn't you go with Thomas?"

"I told you, I'm not losing you again."

"God, I hate you, you scared the shit out of me, you asshole. You know that?"

Newt didn't say anything else, his eyes were analyzing Clara's grumpy face and he cracked a small smile,

"What?" She asked, a hint of anger still hiding in her words

"I missed you so much." He whispered before he gently grabbed her face and pulled it towards his, pressing their lips together. Clara felt every drop of anger leaving her body, she closed her eyes and snaked her arms around Newt's waist, pulling him closer to her as she kissed him back, her heart beating a mile a minute. After a few seconds, she pulled away from Newt, keeping her arms around his waist while he cupped her face with his hands, careful not to press too hard on the giant bruise on her jaw, gently brushing his thumb over it,

"Who did this to you?" He asked softly,

"It was Janson, but it's fine. I'm fine now."

"Wh-" Newt opened his mouth to speak but suddenly a loud alarm sounded, cutting him off, and Clara looked up as a bright red light above the door started to flash.

"Shit." She mumbled, wondering how the hell they had caught onto her. "Newt, we gotta go, now."

Clara grabbed his hand and opened the door of the bunk, checking outside for guards. When she was satisfied that they were clear she led him down the hallway towards the bunker where she knew they kept the vehicles. They turned into the stairwell and climbed down to the ground floor, the sound of boots stomping on the ground above them echoing throughout the stairwell. A shot bounced off the metal railing and Clara shoved Newt under cover before pulling out the pistol and aiming at where the shot had come from. A guard was a few flights above them, aiming a gun at them. Reacting quickly, Clara aimed her pistol at the guard, pulling the trigger and hitting his shoulder, causing him to retreat behind the door he'd come out of.

She grabbed Newt and continued running down the stairs until she reached another large metal door. Pulling the key card out of her pocket she swiped it through the lock, sighing in relief when a green light flashed and a hissing sound came from the door. She pushed it open and quickly led Newt past the various smaller vehicles until they reached a group of pickup trucks.

A shot flew past Clara, hitting a large truck behind her, and she ducked to the side to avoid the bullet, whipping her head around to see a group of Wicked guards storming towards them, who had now switched out their launchers for rifles. Quickly, she ran up to one of the pickups and tried to open the door, but it was locked, of course.