𝓢𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓯𝔂 》✮ TMR, Newt

092 - "Bloody hell"

                                   CHAPTER 92
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I finished writing the letters.

It is just a precaution, I remind myself. I might lose myself in battle or...the Flare take over.

It won't. No. I will not allow it. Today we will save Minho and those other kids and get away from WICKED. Either the others find them, or I, we will get them out of there. Besides they will get me a serum. I will make it.

I feel a little bad doing this and it is stupid. But I can't help the urge to go. I'm not brave but I know I'm not stupid for doing this.

I put on the uniform—which is supposed to be a guard's one—as the others wore before they left. I need to get in there but unfortunately, I can't get from the front door. That is why I've planned to go through the vents.

Then, I will jump out of a vent and I will be in the corridors. People will mistake me as a guard and I would go where the kids are.

Let's hope I won't come across the others.

Let's hope this goes well.

I need to find one of these big guns as a distraction. Yes, it might be useful but I can't handle such a big gun. I take a smaller one and stuff it in pockets inside of my suit. Of course, I can't forget to get a dagger.

A dagger would be useful. If I need to cut, or threaten—it is small and comes in handy.

I stuff this one in my boot. This is the only weapon I risk having outside of my suit. But it is a weapon that I will sure need.

I haven't put on my mask yet. A guard wouldn't gather around in the suburbs.

Before I leave, I stuff the letters in what used to be my bag. It hadn't burned, and the others had taken it.

If anything happens to me they will find them there. And if nothing happens, I will have them after.

I take the pictures out of my bra and I look at them again.

One says, Thomas and Stella.

The second says, Stephen and Celeste.

And the last one says, Stella and Newt.

I stare at them for one more time. One more and I'll leave them. When this is over I will see them. When this is over I will tell them everything.

I don't want any other secrets.

I place them in my bag and close it.

I'm ready to go.

I pass the place I was moments before and Jorge is still passed out. I want to hope that he will stay like this until I manage to get back.

Maybe I didn't apologise to him in person but I made sure I included an apology in the letter.

I'm wearing my uniform, I've hidden in an inside pocket, a smaller gun, in my boot I've hidden a dagger and in my hands, I'm holding my mask.

There is no time for regrets. I have to go there. Even what happens to me, I won't back down now.

And I don't. I'm walking out of here, not sparing a glance back.

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After some walking, I am standing at the back side of the building. Here is a vent that will help me sneak in.