TMR/TBS Imagines

Newt // Hostage (Pt.1)

*i can't remember where, but I stole this idea from a Tumblr user that I can't remember the name of. I wanted to give credit where it was earned*

Third person POV

It's been a day since (Y/N) and Minho were taking by Wicked from the Right Arm. They were each shot with the stunners and collapsed close enough to the ship for Wicked to steal them without Newt or Thomas putting up any fight.

They assumed Wicked were going to experiment on them, string them up and drain them like the other maze kids. Thomas and Newt didn't give up hope though. Thomas had promised Minho a long time ago he would protect him. Newt had promised to the love of his life that they would never be apart. Both were finding it hard to keep their promises.

Newt was pacing the room with his finger nails in between his teeth. They had no lead. No clues to get them to the two gladers missing from the rest.

They were all sitting around a large room in chairs making a plan. They knew if they didn't find them soon, Newt would loose it. She was his rock. The thing they kept him sane through the scorch and the maze. She was the one to build him up when he knocked himself down and carry him when the burden of his leg became too heavy. She gave him love like none other and vice versa. All he could think about was having her safe back in his arms.

"What are we supposed to do?" Brenda asked the quiet room. "I mean we have no idea where Wicked is or if those two are even still-"

"Don't you dare finish that!" Newt barked at her. "They're alive. Wicked needs us. Wicked needs them." Brenda sunk in her seat just as Vince switched a television on.

"Guys, I didn't turn it on. Someone else has control of it," Vince said warily while backing away.

The screen displayed Jansen- or as the gladers called him Ratman- standing front and center.

"This is the World in Catastrophe Killzone Experimental Department," Ratman began. "We are the organization working towards a cure for the flare virus, the virus that has killed most of our population and more as we speak. There is a rebel group called the Right Arm who is trying to destroy our progress and stop our work. They don't want a cure to save our world but instead want destruction and chaos. We have two of the traitors with us. Now you might think what you are about to see is cruel but our only intent is to stop the people who wish to live in this horrible world. We will accept the surrender of the Right Arm at any moment, but until then we must take any precautions necessary to save our world."

Newt and Thomas shared worried looks before turning to the old television.

The camera zoomed out while Ratman took steps to the left revealing the two gladers strung up by their hands above their heads. (Y/N)'s toes grazed the floor as the hook holding her up was too high. They both had their jaws clenched and pale faces.

Newt had fallen out of his chair and onto the floor shaking. Thomas tried to comfort him, but his pain turned to rage as he pushed through the small crowd to stand in front of the television.

Newt could tell she was trying to be brave but he knew her. She carried fear in her eyes just like Newt did. He couldn't stand anything about this. Her being tied up in the enemies hands, her being so frightened yet he couldn't help her and lastly seeing the love of his life fight for her own.

His eyes scanned over her face searching for any damage done. One single scratch on her would send Newt ballistic.

Two guards approached Minho making him squirm like a worm on a hook, and ironically, that's what he was.