Thomas Sangster Imagines (requests open)

The End Of Newt

Hey guys.. I've passed the forbidden page..so,😞 It's me again, with another imagine, but this time... Its going to be very very sad and you would probably hate me right after this, but Its only because I care— more than words can show how I care for Newt. He made us laugh and feel some sparks while we got sucked into his side of the story and the love we felt for him. Here is a short Newt's End-Spoiler for anyone who has not read the death cure, so if you have not yet read the book, please skip this part. We love you Newt. #RIPNewt.

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We met the boss, Vince. Along with Gally. The plan was settled. We had to go back to what we were running away from... WCKD. As unbelievably as it sounded, we were going back there. They wanted my brother and I to complete the test, If it does not
We were in a van, with a pilot and Lawrence, driving towards the hangar. Into the berg and on our way to WCKD.

The way there was very risky, Lawrence suddenly stopped. Thomas, my brother, asked Lawrence why did he stop. I looked ahead and saw several cars driving in circles.

"I guess we'll have to get past them." Lawrence said, almost talking to himself.
Thomas, Brenda and I did not respond, knowing that every person in the vehicle understood very well that whatever was going on could only mean trouble.

Without signal, Lawrence picked up his speed again. "It'll take us forever to back-track and try to find a different way. I'm just going to get through"

"Just don't do anything stupid!" The pilot snapped "we certainly won't get there if we have to walk"

As we approached, Thomas leaned forward in his seat and strained to see what was going on. A crowd of about twenty people were fighting over a big pile of something that I could not make out, tossing debris and pushing and shoving, throwing punches. Maybe a hundred feet past us, were cars– swerving and spinning out and crashing into each other like bump cars. It was a miracle no one on the road had been hit yet.

"What are you planning??" I asked. Lawrence had not showed one bit, and they were almost there.

"You need to stop!" The pilot yelled.

Lawrence ignored the order "No. I'm going through"

"You'll get us killed!"

"We'll be fine! Just shut up for a second"

I felt scared and nervous, nauseous even. I gripped the driver's seat.

We neared the group of people, still at each other and whatever was in that pile. I slid over to the side of the van, tried to get a better look. The cranks were ripping apart huge sacks of garbage– pulling out old packages of food and half rotten meat and scraps of leftovers— but no one was able to hold one thing in their hand before someone tried to steal it. Punches flew and fingers clawed and scratched on someone's face.

The van screeched and swerved and I turned my attention ahead. The vehicles were now lined up facing us.
Lawrence did not slow down. Instead, he turned. Heading for the larger gap between the car to the right and the one in the middle.

Then in a flash, the car on the left bolted forward, turning sharply to try to catch the van before it got by.
"Hold on!!" Lawrence screamed, gunned it even faster.

We all at the back gripped the seats below us as we shot towards the gap. The two cars lining the gap did not move, but the third car was banking and heading straight for us!  I knew that we had no chance, I was almost had time to shout it, but it was too late.

The front hood of the van had just crossed the threshold of the gap when the third car slammed into the back of our van's left.

My brother flew to his left and hit me and I hit the bar between the two side windows, which shattered with a horrible crunch. Glass flew in all directions and the van spun in circles, its tail like a whip. Thomas and I bounced all over, trying to get a grip on anything. The sounds of squealing tires and metal scraping against metal filled the air.

The  noise stopped when the van finally hit the cement wall.

Thomas and I, battered and bruised, was on the hard floor, on our knees. I pulled myself up in time to see all three vehicles driving off, the sounds of their engines fading as they disappeared down the long, straight road, back the way we came from. I glanced at Lawrence and The Pilot, whom both were fine.

Thomas panted and held me "Are you okay? Does anything hurt?" He asked, shaking a little. 

I shook "N-no.. You? are you all right?" 

He just nodded and left my shoulders and then he looked out the window. I followed his lead. I then was almost. Almost. Got shocked to death.  

A-now-banged up Crank, staring at us- my brother and I from twenty feet away. It took me a second to register that the Crank was my boyfriend.

Newt.

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Okay.. that was just the beginning, Runners.. I'm afraid It is up to you if you want me to continue.. please don't hate me, It's just.. I can not explain it... 

Well, start voting and commenting if I should go on.. 

Anyways, thank you for 1.5k reads in almost 2 months! I love you all so much. Yes, I still have the special chapter for you :)

Also, I just based this in the book, so; ALL CREDITS TO JAMES DASHNER! even though you can't read this and I am temporarily hating you atm, ALL CREDITS TO YOU!