𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖓// 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘵 𝘹 𝘺/𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺

chapter three: your pov

I bite my nails when the screen suddenly turns on. I know what's coming. WICKED have somehow gained control of the Right Arm's tech, and play live footage of Newt or Minho getting tortured. Today it's Newt. Every cry of agony that escapes him hurts me. He's gotten so thin it makes me wonder how he hasn't just snapped in half yet. I wince when they slam his leg with a hammer, the deafening crack saying it all. This is the second time they've broke the same leg, and they give him no medical treatment after it whatsoever. 

"How long are they going to have to go on like this, Thomas, why are we letting this happen?" My voice cracks. I haven't been speaking much since Newt was taken. "I don't know. I've been trying to think something up. Must hurt to see Newt like that." He responds. "Doesn't it hurt you? Newt's your best friend." I look up. "Yeah, it does. Minho, too." "WICKED are cruel." I know I probably sound like a pouting child right now. "You've only now established that?" "Well, no."

He gets a lot worse over the next few days when I see him. His arms are literally stick-thin, and he can't even put an ounce of pressure on his leg. When he does, his face drains of colour, going a pale, sickly white. I want to just reach through the screen and grab him and hold him tight and never let go. I promise him, even if he can't hear me, I will rescue him. There's no stopping that. I've settled on it. 

I go to my tent, not in a great mood at all. I just sit in the corner and sulk, which is an extremely pathetic thing to do but sometimes you just have to. I just want my Newt back. I want to hold him until we both fall asleep, and kiss him until we struggle to catch our breaths. I want to hold his hand until they ache, and hug him until we can't. But I won't get that unless I get off my ass and do something. I grab a sheet of paper and scribble down the words:

"Meet me behind the shipping containers at 12:00am. Bring Brenda."

I swiftly shove the note in Thomas' tent, thankful he's not there otherwise that whole interaction would be very awkward. I just need some things now if we need this whole plan to work. A map, a compass, a vehicle of some description and the basic necessities. Food, water, clothes, medicine so on.

It takes several tents that I sneakily slip into before I have all my materials, but even then I lack a vehicle. We'll figure something out, I'm sure of it. 11:57. I make my way to the shipment containers, the metal still looking dull and rusty in the soft glow of the moon upon the dark night sky. I click my flashlight on, and to my surprise, Thomas, Brenda and Jorge are there. With packed bags.

"How did you know?" I raise an eyebrow. "You're very easy to read. Besides, whatever WICKED has been doing to those kids, it's inhumane and I'm not having it, hermana." Jorge says. I should've known that when I asked Brenda to come I'd be getting Jorge too. "We need to get them out of there. Do you have a plan?" Thomas asks. "Not really, no." "Good, I do." He responds. "Let's see what horribly formed plan we're going to hear today." Brenda mutters under her breath, before getting a sharp look from Thomas. "We need to break into the WICKED lab. I'm assuming they're holding them in the one in the Last City." He says. "And how do we do that?" Brenda responds. "I don't know." He shrugs. "Real helpful, Thomas." "Do you have a better idea?" "No."

We all get in the car, Jorge driving with Thomas in the passenger seat. I find myself holding my own hand, something I've caught myself doing a little too often. But I can't bring myself to let go, even though I know it will never be Newt's hand. Not yet, anyway. I finally let myself smile. I'm going to see him soon, very soon. I'll have my Newt. And he'll have me. And we'll never have to be away from each other ever again. I pull my jacket sleeves up. Well, his jacket sleeve. I've been wearing it since he was taken. It still smells like him and it's comforting. It's all I have of him right now. I eventually lean my head against the car window and fall asleep.