Our World Stage | The Death Cure {FANFIC} 3/3 SERIES COMPLETED• ✓

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"We landed" Jorge said, busting into the room,
"Boy, when will you ever put a shirt on?"

Minho laughed at the statement, and Brenda came to join.

"We Landed!" She cheered, "Mel, why are you wearing a— YOU PROPOSED?!"

She knew?! That must of meant she also was freed back at W.I.C.K.E.D...

"Yeah" Minho chuckled.

"WHO PROPOSED?!" Newt asked, sprinting into the room, sliding in front of the door.

"I did" Min gracefully answered.

"Wait, that's why you didn't want us to read Mellys tattoo..." Thomas said, appearing behind Newts' shoulder.

"Wait, it doesn't say 'sprinters ally'?" I asked, confused.

"No, it doesn't" Brenda spoke.

"Then what does it say?" Thomas asked with a huge grin on his face. Im glad he grew over our "fling" back at the glade.

Jorge looked at us, as he was the only one who didn't know about any of our tattoos on the back of our necks.

"Tattoos?" He wondered

"I'll explain it to you later" Brenda said to him.

"What does my tattoo say?" I asked, a but worried.

What if it says "sprinters slave"? Or "sprinters succulent"? It won't make sense, but knowing W.I.C.K.E.D, they can write "tomato" on you, and bam. That predicts your death. Death by tomato poisoning. That would be bad.

"The sprinters wife" Minho finally answered.

W.I.C.K.E.D

"I'm not leaving the berg!" We heard Newt shout to Thomas, as the rest of us were preparing to leave the spaceship looking plane, and out into the deserted land.

"Why not?!" Thomas exclaimed, going after him after he swung the door open.

They both stopped when they saw us.

"What's going on?" I asked

Happy time is over kids. Time for the cranks.

"Newt doesn't want to leave!" Thomas cried

"Tommy, it's dangerous if I leave. I might as well die while I'm here!" Newt shouted back

"Newt, you're not even infected why do you—" Minho began to speak, but then, Newt lifted the front of his shirt to reveal the veiny stomach he had, with the blood turning black.

"I AM!!!!" Newt finally screamed, and sat down on the couch.

Now we got a problem. God knows how many days we will spend out there in the wild.

"Here's the deal, Newt stays, we go" Jorge said

"THATS NOT A GOOD IDEA" I said, my mom side coming out. Newt always took care of us, so we must take care of him.

"Any other suggestions Mel? We tot the world to save!" Brenda shrieked.

"Jorge is right..." Minho spoke, "If Newt leaves he could get even worse"

"But if he stats here—" Thomas began to speak, but Jorge interrupted him.

"He will survive. Food in the fridge, minimal exits. We'll be back in 2 or 3 days. If he took care of himself for three years in that glade place he can take care of himself for 40 or more hours"

This situation was a mess.

"Fine" Thomas finally said.

We put on our shoes, and opened the metal door after we said goodbye to Newt.
Who knows, it might have been our last time seeing him.