Not just a Girl || Newt

Chapter 57

The car came to a halt. We couldn't drive any further as there was a swarm of people walking around. As we made it out of the car we started walking through the crowd.

Before my eyes was now a wall, like the one on the Maze. It was a lot cleaner and a lot taller though. But what I learned is behind a tall wall there is always evil lurking that wants us dead.

"I spend three years trying to break out of those kinds of walls." Newt began saying next to me. "And now you want to do the opposite?"

I nodded my head at him. I turned to look at Thomas who was watching the buildings that stood behind the big wall.

"She is in there." Newt softly spoke into my ear. My eyes still fixated on the boy, knowing he didn't hear anything.

"Don't worry." I told Newt. "I will handle her. He will not go running to her if it isn't for me."

Newt looked at me confused but I just gave him a slight smile.

I have known Teresa my whole life, or at least since I could remember. She was never at our side, not at the beginning. She ends our lives by teaming up with WCKD. I am the one to end her life.

Not for my safety, but for everyone else.

I don't care that she considers herself as my friend, but she ruined our lives. She ruined Minho, who is now trapped there. I am not even sure if he is alive. And it all because of her.

If she didn't exist, we would have been safe and sound, every single one of us.

If I find out that Minho is dead. Well... Teresa would have wished that her death would have been because of a griever. Fast and almost painless. She would wish it was like that.

But she is not the only one who is on my list.

My excuse of a father of course. He made me this way, even though I like the way I could take down whoever I want, but not the way he did it.

The physical torture I went through, because of that man. Even the mental torture he had given me on a daily basis. Only so I would be the greatest WCKD weapon they have ever made. To bad for them that it backfired.

Last but not least we have Ava. My teacher for science. My babysitter when I was young, when she wasn't working. My mother's best friend. The woman who I thought growing up was so kind when she gave me a piece of candy before dinner.

Little did I know she uses kids maybe 3 years older than me at the time to murder for a cure. I want to kill them all so bad and no one will stop me.

"Guys we have to go." Newt was looking around the crowd.

Big broad guys shoved their way through the crowd. They all were wearing a gas mask, but the AK's they were carrying were the most of my concern.

I was out of any weapon, no knives, no gun. Fuck.

The sound of metal made my head turn to the wall. People around us started running, even the guy in the mask. I felt bodies pushing against me, but I focused on the wall.

"Let's go." I felt an arm pulling me back.

Before I knew it there was a big explosion. Dust flew around and I quickly turned back around. We all started running away when there was another bomb after another colliding with the ground.

I saw people flying around as more bombs hit the ground.

We turned a corner making our way through the buildings. I quickly looked around the group still seeing everybody.

I saw a guy walking towards us and grabbed Newt. I went to go after him, but I felt arms around my middle pinning my arms around my own body.

I saw Brenda and Thomas getting shoved in one van and Newt, Frypan and Jorge into another one. The cars quickly started driving and I turned to see one other van parked behind them.

The man who had his arms around me started to push me towards the car. I struggled against his arms and bumped my head backwards into him.

Not so smart. The mask he wore blocked the impact. I let out a groan and started to kick with my feet. Two other guys with mask started to walk up towards me and the guy behind me.

I used that to my advantage and lifted my legs up and kicked the guy that was closest to me. As I plated my feet on the ground, I used that as a leverage and threw the guy over my back.

My hands and feet were free now. Two guys laid on the ground and the other one was frozen in the spot.

Before I could charge at him, I felt another pair of arms around my body, again pinning my arms. The frozen guy quickly walked up to me and grabbed my feet from behind.

They lifted me up and literally threw me in the van. I turned around to see 3 other guys in the van with me, all pointing their guns at me.

I combed my hair with my fingers. I put my hair in a bun, some strands falling before my eyes, framing my face.

I cracked the knuckles on my fingers and my neck. The sound echoing through the van.

It is a small space, but it will do.