The Safe Haven (A Newt Fanfiction)

Chapter 17

They dragged Newt back to his cell. The whole time he was kicking and screaming, trying desprarely to escape. To find some way to his friends. He knew it was impossible, but that wouldn't stop him from trying.

They threw him on the floor of his room. Before he could even get on his feet the door was closed. He threw himself at it pounding and screaming terrible thing to WICKED, to every bloody person that worked here.

After a long while, he slumped down against the wall. All of them could be dead, he thought. He sat there numbly for hours but to him it seemed like seconds. This was never the plan. They were supposed to escape, not die. It had been Newt's idea to come to WICKED and now it was his fault that they were dead.

Just as he was coming to this realization, the door opened. To Newt's surprise Chancellor Paige walked in. He scrambled to his feet, but didn't make any movement toward her. She looked exactly the same as she did in Newt's visions. Same tight hair pulled back into a bun, same cold stony expression, and same white clothes.

They studied each other for a moment before she broke the silence. "We have a very limited amount of time together. I have disabled all cameras and listening devices so we can have this private discussion. The match is over. Would you like for me to tell you the outcome?" She said it so casually, like she was asking him what he had eaten for diner. His brain took a moment to process the question. We're they all gone? Had one of them lived? Had any of them lived. Before he even realised what he was doing, he nodded. "Alex and Gwen are recuperating in our infirmary."

"D-does that mean Dylan...?"

"Yes. I'm sorry," she said. A hint of remorse rippled across her face before returning to her usual emotionless expression.

Newt felt like the wind had gotten knocked out of him. Just like that he was gone. Sure he didn't know Dylan that well but still, it was pointless slaughter brought in by WICKED. Every kid who died today shouldn't have. His remorse suddenly turned to anger. "What about you?" he asked Paige accusingly. "Why are you here?"

"To help you and your friends escape. It will be my final act before I disband WICKED. My futile attempt to right all my wrongs."

"Is that all we are to you? An opportunity to help you sleep better an night thinking every shucking thing you did was okay. You're responsible for the death of dozens of kids and you think saving three is going to change anything?"

She opened her mouth to speak by he cut her off. "I don't want to hear any more of your bloody excuses. Just tell my this shuck plan of yours."

She began to lay out an elaborate escape plan. The more she talked the crazier the plan seemed but it was the only option left. "Okay. When is this happening?"

"Very soon. Two guards will come in and you Will demand to see your friends. They will comply because they want to stay on your good side. Then from there, you know what to do." Newt nodded. "Very good. If all goes according to plan, this will be the last time I see you. Good bye Newt." Without waiting for an answer she turned and walked out the door.

Newt sat down on the the bed and waited.

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About an hour or so later, just and the Chancellor promised. Two guards walked in. Before they could say anything, Newt stood up. "I want to see my friends." he said firmly.

"That's not going to be possible. Please come with us."

Newt crossed his arms. "In not going anywhere with you bloody shanks untill I see my friends." The guards exchanged a glance. One of them seemed to be listening to something through an earpice.

After a moment of tence silence, one of them spoke up. "Fine. This way."

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After another seemingly endless walk through the halls, they came to a door. It opened and Newt was shoved inside. "You have five minutes. If we have to come in and get you after that, you're gonna be sorry." The door closed. Newt turned to face the room. It was the same as his cell except the only furniture was two hospital beds. The two girls lay asleep in them. Their wrists and ankles were strapped to the rails of the beds. Newt went to Alex to try waking her up.

"Hey," he said softly. "Alex, wake up." She groaned and shifted in the bed. Newt undid the straps I'm her hands and went to Gwen. "Hey, wake up." she shifted too.He had just freed her hands when Alex screamed. It was a high wail of anguish that could only be made by someone who had lost someone they loved. He ran to her side. "Alex!" She was fumbling with the straps on her legs. She tore them off and jumped off the bed. Her eyes were wild and terrified. She seemed to not even recognise Newt. She shoved him away from her and sent him crashing into Gwen's bed. She too was awake but was having trouble freeing her legs.

Alex was running around the room yelling for Dylan to run. Newt grabbed her from behind and pinned her arms to her sides. She squirmed and kicked to get away from him, but he was determined to help her. "Alex, it's me! It's Newt! You're okay! You're safe!"

"He's gone!" Alex wailed. She started to sob. "He's gone!" She began to struggle less and less. She slumped against him. He lowered her to the ground. They sat there together, Alex in agony while Newt tried in vain to console her. Gwen joined them after a moment.

"Alex, I'm so sorry." he whispered. Her tears dripped onto his arm. This was WICKED's fault. They were going to pay for what they'd done. "Alex, I know your sad, but we have to go."

"Where? To the Maze?" she said angrily. She pushed away from him. "Are you working with them too"

The accusation made him angry. How could she even think that? But he also understood the feeling. The feeling of not being able to trust anyone that had haunted him since the Scorch. He put his hands up in a surrendering gesture. "No, Alex. I swear on my bloody life. But I might have a way to escape."

She looked skeptical. "How could you possibly-" she was cut off by the first explosion that seemed to rock the room.

"That's how. We have to go." Without waiting for an answer from either of them, he grabbed their hands and rushed for the door.