Everbloom ღ Newt TMR²

3. The Flare

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There's gonna be a lot of dialogue and such from the book, but that's just how it's gonna be for a bit, sorry!

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Newt had grabbed the handle carefully, as if it was precious porcelain that would smash at the lightest touch. Slowly, he turned the shining silver, but it didn't move.

Newt began to panic, tightening his grip, spinning and shaking the handle. Nothing worked.

He looked up from the handle, towards the room of Gladers. "Someone, get me that bloody fire extinguisher. Now!" He shouted across the room, so that it would reach everyone in earshot.

The teenagers, who were a bit afraid of Newt right now, searched for what the blond seek.

After a few minutes, a young boy came running towards Newt, extending his hands out, with the extinguisher in his hands.

Newt snatched the red cylinder from the boy's hands, turning to the door with a look of disgust and spite.

He slammed the end of the cylinder down on the handle. Again and again, he brought it down; and again and again, it refused to break.

The tall boy threw it down in frustration, and began to kick the door. He continued to kick it with force, until Minho came up behind him, and pulled him away from the door.

"She's in there!" Newt screamed. "Let me go! She's bloody well in there!"

Minho held his arms tight behind him, not paying attention, just holding him back so he could calm down. He was freaking out every other shank in the room.

"Are you sure?" Minho whispered in Newt's ear. He didn't want anyone else to hear them speaking, but Newt kind of let everyone in on what he was talking about before. The 'she' he was referring to was pretty obvious.

"Minho, her name is right there!" Newt nearly screamed in frustration, gesturing to the plaque beside the door.

Minho looked at it, shocked at what he was reading. "But she - she - " The Asian boy, stuttered, unsure of how to continue.

"I know what happened to her Minho! I'm not bloody stupid! But I'm telling you, that these buggin' scientists have to have a reason for putting her name on that bloody door!" He shouted, continuing to struggle against Minho's strong grip.

"I get what you're saying, man. I do. But we can't do anything if you don't calm the hell down." Minho hissed, trying to make the boy see sense.

Angry tears were spilling down Newt's cheeks, making him look even worse.

He begins taking deep breathes, slowing his breathing to a manageable pace.

"Now, I'm gonna let you go, and you're gonna stand down. You're gonna get out of the way, and I will break down that damn door if I have to. Okay?"

Newt nods, surprisingly shocked by how much Minho was trying to help him.

He truly is the Leader, he thought to himself.

Minho slowly lets go of Newt, giving the shank a second to move out of the way, before picking up the fire extinguisher.

After a few more hits, the door cracks open. Newt shoves past everyone in the way, slamming the door open.