𝓢𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓯𝔂 》✮ TMR, Newt

087 - A mask isn't always a good disguise

CHAPTER 87
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"Where are we going?" I ask, still in the backseat of the car.

"To the city". Jorge replied. "We're gonna check out those walls".

"Wait-where is Nolan?" I questioned, confused as to why we didn't take him. Yes, the others at first didn't tell anyone but Brenda. They are friends. "He goes with us".

"We weren't planning on everyone coming". Newt sighed.

"I let him sleep as Emmaline don't worry". Brenda gives me an assuring nod.

"Besides being away from him for some time shouldn't mind you". Newt muttered under his breath.

I felt anger rushing through my veins faster than usual. "I'm not going without Nolan! So turn the shucking car around right now and drive back to base". I order.

Everyone seemed surprised by the sudden outburst, but Jorge obeyed and drove back to the Right Arm.

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"Where the hell have you been?" Nolan immediately raised his voice at us.

"He's right we demand an explanation here and now". Emmaline says crossing her arms up to her chest.

"We'll talk later, we're leaving now". Newt sternly responded as he put some stuff in a bag.

Emmaline gripped Newt's shoulder and leaned to his ear. "I told you I want to help you save him". She said quietly for only Newt to hear but my hearing has become exceptionally stronger and louder. I can hear better than before.

Does Emmaline care about Minho? I doubt it though. She would care for anyone but him.

"Where are we going?" Nolan arches an eyebrow.

"The Last City". Jorge replied. "Hop in".

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We are walking through a crowd. People are pushing, pulling, and screaming. They are protesting against WICKED.

"This place has really gone through hell". Jorge mumbled as we pushed ourselves through the crowd.

"We just gotta stay together". Thomas ordered.

Newt grabbed my hand but I didn't hold on to the grip. He didn't hold on to it either which I was glad after. My hand is shaking for some reason I don't care to investigate now. I shove it in my pocket to stop it.

"We are the voice of the voiceless!" A man yelled through a microphone. "They hide behind their walls, thinking they can keep the cure for themselves, while they watch the rest of us wither and rot!"

A car drove by. Multiple men sat on top of the car. They had masks to cover their faces. One of them looked at me.

Normally I could get a shiver down my spine or even stare him threateningly back. This time a strange feeling formed in my stomach.

"But there are more of us than there are of them.
And I say, we rise and take back what is ours!
Let's bring back a victory!"

Everyone started yelling as they walked closer and closer toward the giant walls.

These people have been screaming the same thing over and over again: "Let us in!"

Thomas looked at the walls. "This is it. That's our way in". He didn't hesitate to quicken his pace.