The Scorch Trials (Fanfiction)

Chapter 2

(Newt's POV)

We were woken up by screaming. Jumping out of bed, I was horrified to see a man rattling the bars on the windows and screaming; blood and spittle flying from his mouth.

'Kill me! I'm a Crank! Kill me!' he screamed.

'Who are you?' Minho demanded.

'I'm a Crank! Kill me!' he screamed, ignoring the question.

As I looked closer at him, I saw that most of his hair had been ripped out, leaving bloodied patches on his scalp. In my opinion, he looked like a walking dead. Trying to ignore the Cranks screaming, I went to open the door, but found it locked.

'Anyone have something that we might be able to use to open this?' I asked.

'Here!' A random Glader said, handing a fire-extinguisher forwards.

After a few good whacks, the handle fell to the floor, allowing us to exit the room. Outside (funnily enough) had all the lights switched off, and a horrible stench filled the place. Minho and I started trying to locate the light switch.

'Ow. Watch out for tables and chairs.' I grunted, rubbing the thigh that hit the corner of a table.

'Urgh! What is that?!' Minho exclaimed.

A creaking noise rang throughout the dark room and I guessed he'd walked into something.

'It feels like. . . . . cloth. I think.' He continued.

I wandered around a bit before tripping over something. Groping around, I discovered it wasn't something, but someone. I ran my fingers over their face, but I didn't have Chloe's sensitive fingers. The most I got was that they had smooth skin and delicate features. Moving my fingers to their hair, I felt myself turn cold when I felt long, fine hair and something sticky.

'Got it!' Minho yelled, clicking on the light.

I gasped as I saw the people who'd rescued us hanging from the ceiling (obviously dead) and Chloe on the ground. And unconscious and very beat-up Chloe. She had a huge purple-black bruise on one cheek, a large gash on the side of her head (that had thankfully wasn't bleeding too bad) and cuts and bruises on her arms and legs. I held my hand in front of her nose and sighed with relief as I felt the air coming out.

'Clint! Jeff! You might wanna get over here!' I yelled.

Minho came over and winced as he saw Chloe.

'Ouch. I feel sorry for her.'

Both Med-Jacks came running out of the dormitory we'd slept in, stopping and kneeling down next to her.

'She's pretty beat-up, but I think they're all superficial. The cut on her head needs to be cleaned though.' Clint said.

'̱thós?' She murmured.

'No, Newt and Miho.' I corrected as Minho and I help her sit up.

'Im 'agnus homicidium illo*s.' She groaned (still with her eyes closed).

'Umm, translation?' I asked.

She ignored me.

'How'd you end up like this?' Jeff asked.

'By not going along with what WICKED wanted to do to me. Didn't work though.'

*Meaning 'I'm gonna murder those people.'

'Oh, so you speak to hm but not to me huh?' I sniffed.

She turned around to face me and opened her eyes. Everyone gasped and staggered back, as her eyes were bright green in the lighted room.