The Scorch Trials - Newt

The Right Arm

*WARNING* Change of POVS in this chapter.

Newt:

Someone pinch me.

I think I froze because I hadn't noticed Maeve's hand leave my own until she pulled me into an embrace.

I love you too.

Her words echoed in my head, my smile widening further.

Pulling her closer, a quiet laugh escaped me, "I love you so much."

"Alright lovebirds wrap it up let's go!" Minho gestured for us to keep walking, hissing when Ashton slapped the back of his head. 

"What- that is your sister in case you forgot." 

"Yeah, but it's a love story dude. Shut up."

Maeve chuckled as she walked toward them, but I couldn't help it. Tugging at her hand, I placed a chaste kiss on her lips, grinning when her cheeks heated up.

"Okay now seriously do you have to PDA?"

"Oh so now you talk."

"Shut it Minho."

Frypan walked up to us, wrapping his arms around our shoulders, "Ignore them, I'm happy for you shebean."

My eyes narrowed at my friend.

"You too Newt."

My heart rate spiked when a gunshot was heard, the sound echoing between the mountains. Frypan pulled us both down, tucking the three of us behind a car.

"Get down! Take cover!" 

"Careful!"

Taking a peek around the car I could see the others crouching down, hands above their heads, hidden behind other cars. 

"Is everyone okay out there?" Thomas called out.

"We're fine!" Teresa yelled back, breathless.

Frustration coursed through me, "Anyone know where these bloody shots came from!" 

Maeve's hand wrapped around mine, gripping tightly, the movement calming me slightly.

It was quiet for a moment. Listening intensely, I could hear Jorge muttering to himself. Thomas's head peeking out from the hood of the car he was hiding behind caught my attention. Just as I was about to scold him, two other shots sounded causing me to flinch.

"Everybody! Get ready to sprint back to the truck. And cover your ears!" Jorge shouted, the vast space echoing his words louder than needed.

"Three...two..."

What I was expecting was an explosion. Instead, a gun cock, the bullet casing clanging onto the floor, then a female voice.

"Drop it."

Shuck.

"Now. I said drop it."

"What is happening there?" Maeve whispered.

"On your feet. Let's go!" 

Catching a glimpse of Thomas and Jorge standing up, hands slightly raised in surrender, their bodies moved backward followed by a girl aiming her gun at them. 

Two. Two girls aiming their guns at them. One with dreadheads and another with blond hair.

Bloody hell we're done for.

"The rest of you, over here now!"

Pushing myself to my feet, hands up in surrender, I glanced back to see everyone mimicking the action.