Bad Dreams | Newt x Reader (Being Edited)

Chapter 27-The Annoying Ratio of Many Questions and Few Answers

Newt's POV

Several minutes earlier

The guards forced us back into our room, locking us in. Immediately, I spun to Thomas.

"What the hell was that about? You didn't really think they were just gonna let you through!" I yelled at him, tempted to grab him by the shirt and shake some sense into him.

"I know you're worried about Y/n, but she's perfectly capable of protecting herself. I still have bruises from where she kicked me in the shin the other day. And of course I didn't think they were gonna let me through!" Thomas pulled a keycard out of his pocket, holding it up for all of us to see. "I'm gonna go find what's on the other side of that door.

"Right," I said tiredly.

His eyes flicked back to me. "Newt, they're hiding something. These people are not who they say they are!"

"No, Thomas, you don't know that!" I yelled at him, anger boiling over again. "The only thing we know is that they helped rescue us from Wicked. They gave us new clothes, they gave us food and a proper bed. Some of us haven't had that in a long time."

"Yeah, but—" Thomas tried to interject.

"Some of us a lot longer than others," I snapped at him.

Thomas's eyes narrowed. "Then why are you so worried that Y/n's in their hands?"

I failed to find a response.

A moment later, a scraping sound cut through the silence. A head popped out from under Thomas's bed. Aris.

"What the..." Frypan started.

"Hey, Thomas," Aris said. "You got it, didn't you?"

"Yeah, let's go," Thomas said, dropping down to climb under the bed. He paused, looking up at us as we gathered around. "Alright, maybe you guys are right. Maybe I'm just being paranoid, but I have to know for sure. Just cover for me."

He slipped into the vent, closing it behind them.

I sighed and sat heavily on the edge of the bed. Minho sat down next to me, slowly as if I was going to snap at him too.

"Quite the shank, isn't he?" Minho asked, rubbing at his face.

"Yeah."

"Look, Thomas was right about Y/n. She'll probably be ruling this place within the next few days. You saw her in the Glade, the boys were all terrified of her. She's stronger than all of us, at least when she's not curled up in your arms." Minho laughed as I punched him.

"Thanks, Minho," I said even though I didn't feel better.

It took fifteen minutes before the vent door was kicked out, startling all of us. Thomas clambered out, jumping to his feet with Aris close behind him.

"Thomas?" Frypan asked as we all got to our feet.

"We gotta go!" he yelled abruptly, springing into action and dragging one of the mattresses off a bed. He shoved it against the door. "We gotta go right now!"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Minho demanded watching as he continued his frenzied attempt to block the door.

"What do you mean, 'We gotta go?'" I asked him.

"They're coming! Come on! We gotta go!" Thomas started tying a sheet around the door to stop it from being opened. They're coming for us! Paige. She's still alive!"

As he was making little sense, I turned to Aris. The boy had paled, his eyes out of focus.

"What happened in there?" I asked but he didn't respond.