Newt's Girl-The Final

Chapter 23

Newt and I are back downstairs packing our stuff up so we can head to the group of people who know how we can get into wicked.

Newt hasn't said a word since we started packing.

"Newt?" I ask scared of his response.

"Yes, love?"

I pause, not expecting that answer but his voice doesn't contain his usual warmth.

"What's going through your head"

"Oh nothing. I'm just thinking how my girlfriend is trying to get back to what we so desperately fought to escape from."

"Newt-"

"I'm not mad." He cuts me off. "I don't know why you're subjecting yourself to this but" he stares at me, searching for an answer "Is this what you would do if I was gone?"

I hesitate, thinking about my answer. Would I care if it meant I couldn't save newt? Yes I do care cause it matters. If I can't save newt then maybe I can save someone else's newt. I nod my head. Yes.

He sighs, nodding back like he's trying to convince himself of it, "then I'm gonna make sure you get there safely. And that you get to Ava and no one else. Look I don't understand what you're trying to do. I don't understand these new memories. But they must mean something."

I sigh in relief. He understands.

"Ready?" He asks as he zips up the last pack and put it on his shoulder.

"I don't think ill ever be ready but it's what we are doing."

He nods, stepping up to me and kissing me. Actually kissing me for the first time in what feels like forever. And I don't know how many more of these I am going to get so I don't take this moment for granted.

He pulls away too soon, "That always makes me feel so much better. Like I'm me again." He rests his forward on mine before backing away and leading the way up the stairs.

"This map says we have three more blocks and it'll be on the right." Newt holds the map James gave to us the day we left.

The woman from the house added a new line on the map in yellow that we have been following for three hours now. The outskirts of the city house little people so it's easy to not be seen except for when a police cruiser passes by, no doubt searching for us.

We have made the journey pretty easily and Newt seems to be more and more himself with every step. It's almost like we are back in the glade the way we're talking. Hope soars through me. Maybe we can make it to wicked and figure this out in time after all.

We get to the third block and stop, turning in a circle.

"Well now what are we bloody supposed to do? There isn't exactly a sign for this place."

I shrug my shoulders, feeling stupid we didn't ask any questions before we set out on this journey. We have come too far to turn back now. And even if we could go back, I wouldn't in fear of bringing harm to her family after everything they've done for us.

Newt pulls me into his side as he runs his hand through his hair, thinking.

I look up and see three men in all dark clothes approaching us. It was hard to make them out in the night but it seemed as if they were coming towards us. I grip newts hand and nudge him.

"Oh shuck. Carly we gotta go."

I nod. Pushing him in the oppose direction we came only for newt to stop abruptly. Three more guys come from the opposite end of the alley. Trapping us in. Newt pulls me behind him, reaching into the backpack where he previously had hidden the gun. I hear the zipper pull.

"We don't want any trouble." One of the guys coming from our right says.

Newt tenses his hand hovering over where the gun is in the pack.

"Just stay calm." Another voice reaches my ears. One I recognize, "We just want to talk to you."

I step out from behind newt.

"What are you doing?" He stammers.

"I know you." I say. Turning to the voice I just heard.

"Like I said just stay calm"

"Who are you?" I step towards the voice who I now identified to be the boy on the right. He seemed to be leading the group.

He stops. Staying in the shadows so I can't make out his face but something about the way he stands is familiar. Like he's always prepared for a fight.

I rack my brain through my memories and gasp as recognition hits me just as he begins to say something,

"Nice to see ya shanks."

My fighting partner. My enemy. Gally.