Bad Dreams | Newt x Reader (Being Edited)

Chapter 49-So Maybe Everything isn't under Control

Warnings: violence, death, mental illness, slight torture.

Days later

"I pick Newt," I declared before either Nik or Alex could volunteer. "Who wants to be third-wheel? Alex and Nik are exempt from this as I cannot possible stand another minute with them."

No one volunteered.

The journey north was proving to be difficult, with Cranks routinely coming close to camp. To combat this problem, a scout got sent ahead every few hours to check we weren't about to walk into a hoard. It was my turn to go ahead and two people had to accompany me.

"No one? Oh well, I'm perfectly capable of protecting us both." I grabbed Newt's hand and started pulling him towards the car.

"No, I'm coming to make sure you don't just make out with him the entire time and get us all killed." Nik was quick to catch up.

I paused to give him a look. "I need you here in case Wicked shows up. You alone can contact me with your telepathy."

Nik spun around to plead with our friend. "Alex."

"Alex has to help me," Vince said, faintly amused by the situation.

"Skylar?"

Harriet pulled the girl closer. "We're a package deal."

Nik looked at Vince expectantly.

"No more than three," Vince declared.

A giddy smile tugged at my mouth which I hid behind my hand.

"Felix?" Nikolai asked, hope dwindling in his voice.

"I've got guard duty, sorry," Felix said. "And I am supposed to always stay at camp because I can sense Enhanced."

Nik sighed and turned to the last Enhance standing nearby. "Ember?"

"I'm not getting in a car with her," Ember snapped, sending a withering glare my way.

"I'll cover your shifts for a week."

"Deal." Ember was already moving towards the car and clambering into the backseat.

I smirked at Newt and darted around the side to hop into the drivers seat. My boyfriend rolled his eyes at me as he climbed into the front seat.

"Okay, but I still can't figure out why Damned French Weirdo is so obsessed with me," I said, returning to the point. "The fact that he even knows my name is weird for several reasons. One, because he lives in Mexico City where Wicked has no influence or contact with. Two, it's in the Scorch and it's not like people want to travel down there. What's he got against Wicked anyway to have kicked them completely out? None of it makes sense."

Newt hummed in agreement, eyes scanning the countryside as we drove.

"Which brings us back to why me? I think it's highly likely that the Corrupt side of him is fuelling his obsession."

"So you've never met him before all this?" Ember asked, reluctantly joining into the majorly one sided conversation.

"Yep, I met him just after we escaped the Wicked compound. Prior to the maze, I'd only ever heard his name."

Ember frowned at me. "Where'd you learn it?"

"Heard a few rumours from people," I answered vaguely.

"In..." Ember prompted. "Denver?"

My hands tightened on the wheel. "Yeah."

Newt glanced at me, registering my flat tone.

"Quite the battle that went on there, huh?" Ember pried, eyes fixed on the mirror. "I spent a fair bit of time there after my brother died."