Bad Dreams | Newt x Reader (Being Edited)

Chapter 37-A Plan, Though not so much a Plan as a Vague Idea

The sun rose hours later, lighting up the ruined camp. Bodies had been gathered in a line, covered with plastic tarps.

I hadn't had a chance to talk to Alex yet, since he was busy ordering people around.

Vince was sitting next to Mary, taking a long last look before he covered her with an old blanket. Alex had already been to see her, sobbing for a long time before saying goodbye and getting to work.

My friends wandered around, offering help where possible. I picked up a Wicked helmet, setting it down on a crate.

"What now?" Fry asked Vince as he came over to us.

"Now we pick up what's left of us and stick to the plan, we get you kids to the Safe Haven. Then we start over,"Vince said, though he seemed hesitant. His son had been taken.

Thomas shouldered a backpack, standing up. "I'm not going with you."

Vince, Alex and Harriet looked at him like he'd gone crazy.

"What?" Vince asked finally.

"I made a promise to Minho,"Thomas explained. "I wouldn't leave him behind, I have to go after him."

"Kid, look around you. Wicked just destroyed us. You think about where you're headed."

"I'm not asking anyone to come with me." Thomas flicked his gaze over us.

"Thomas, listen to me." I stood up and moved closer to him. I couldn't take the thought of losing another person close to me. "I've known Minho for... well, as long as I can remember. So, if there was any way that we could help him... trust me, I would be up there standing next to you. This what you're talking about, is impossible."

The others also stood up and walked over to us.

"More like suicide," Jorge commented. "They've got the three most powerful non-Corrupt Enhanced in America if not the world."

"Maybe, but I know what I'm supposed to do now. It's not just about Minho, it's about all of us. It's about everyone Wicked's ever taken, everyone they will take. They'll never stop, so I'm gonna stop them. I'm going to kill Ava Paige," Thomas announced.

"I have to admit, I's like to get some revenge and my best friends back." Harriet looked at Vince.

"Well, that's a good speech kid," Vince sighed, "So, what's your plan?"

"Élliot," Thomas said simply. "We get his help."

"Who?" Vince asked.

"The king of Mexico City."

Vince stared at him, eyeballs nearly falling out of your head. "Thomas, I don't think you understand. He is Corrupt, insane. There's no getting help from him. They only ever do things they want."

"He helped us last night and days ago," Thomas argued.

"He's right," I agreed. "He killed these Cranks that were in a building that we were hiding it."

Vince scoffed, putting his hands on his hips. "Why would he help us?"

"He wants something from our friend," I answered.

Alex gave me a sharp look, warning me not to say anymore.

"No," Vince said and walked away.

Y/n's POV

Hours earlier

Pain stabbing through my head was the first thing I felt. Then they came flooding back. Memories. Splinters from my past life hammering through my head. Nausea built up as I remembered who I was and what I'd done.