My Hero Limps [Newt love story]

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A/N: Jade's description is how I look like and how small I am, except for the tattoos and hair bit. My hair is just dark brown :) Jade is my dream look. 

Jade's POV:

Both Newt and I walked out hand in hand. Minho saw us and whistled, clapping his hands slowly. Thank God only Winston and Clint were in ear shot. They saw Newt and I and smiled. Both of us blushed.

"About damn time," Clint said.

"Im happy for you guys. Now we can keep all the eye frickle frackle down," Winston joked. 

Minho jogged up to us and patted Newt on the back. 

"Now, Newt, treat her nice okay? Don't do-the-do in the Glade. We don't need Glader babies running around. And never hit her. She's my sister," Minho joked.

"Or else I will break your shucking neck, ya got that?" Minho ended, glaring at Newt. Minho looked really intimidating. Newt gulped and nodded.

"Chill, mayo," I reassured, squeezing his hand.

"I can take care of myself," I smiled. Newt hugged me from the side and kissed the side of my forehead.

 - Few hours later - 

"Time to go, shank," Gally said gruffly. He grabbed my arm and pulled me into the Slammer, locking me in. I saw it and it was depressing.

A tiny concrete building stood before me. I looked inside and it was dull - a small concrete floor and a wooden chair greeted me. There was a barred window on the top to allow some light in the cold structure. The chair didn't even look like I could sit on it without it breaking. Gally pushed me in and I heard the jingling of keys before his footsteps faded away.  

"God dammit," I mumbled, as I slid down and sat on the ground. I leaned my head against the cold concrete wall and thought. Soon, I fell asleep.

Flashback:

"What is the Maze?" a Thomas asked. I was about 14 and I was sitting a final testing before I entered the lab. Thomas sat opposite me and Janson at the door. Beside him was one of the guards. Janson had to moderate the testing and had brought a guard along incase Thomas or me tried something. 

"It is a code and a test for the immune subjects," I said in a flat voice. I was exhausted and this test was the end before I could go to bed. My eyes were struggling to stay open.

"Okay, why do we have to do this?" 

"To find a cure for the Flare to save the human race."

"What is the Flare?"

"It is a disease that was caused when the Sun scorched our world. Billions of people died and humanity is on the brink of extinction. It starts in the brain and spreads rapidly. It turns people into horrible monsters and is airborne, so it is easy to catch," I said, taking a breath. Thomas looked confused to why I stopped. 

"Continue," Thomas urged.

"And... WICKED is a monster to take in innocent kids to do some dumb testing. WICKED is what we need to find a cure for. WICKED is disgusting. WICKED is crazy. WICKED is truly wicked," I spat. Janson and Thomas were shocked. I couldn't keep it in anymore. I hated WICKED so much. I had to let it out. 

Janson's nostrils flared before asking the guard to shoot at me. He held the oh-so-familliar Launcher in his arms and aimed it at me. I sneered at the Guard.

"You will never brainwash me into thinking WICKED is good. Go ahead, do your worst. It will never change my mind, not after what you did to me and put me through!" I shouted. The guard pulled the trigger and soon, a grenade was shot.