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

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We didn't have a plan, but we were at the crank palace already.

Fuck it, right?

The crank palace was in a huge mall in Denver. Food courts, shops, destroyed fountains, and arcades.

Brenda, Thomas, Minho, and I were walking in a group, while Jorge was on the outside waiting for us.

I was walking by Brenda's side, while Thomas and Minho were leading us, looking around at the same time of curiosity. 

A blonde, limping crank, with an eye missing walked up near Thomas.

"I want to kiss you..." She groaned. 

Thomas shoved her away.

"Can't believe some of them still want to get laid" Brenda said

"Well, they're all loosing it mentally, why not physically too?" I joked.

We both giggled despite of the horrendous scene around us. There was a huge sunroof above us, and the sun shone right through it. Without it, it definitely would have looked even more depressing. 

Something was off about Minho. He would've laughed at that joke. Maybe it was just the sight around us, and me and Brenda are just heartless bitches.

We searched around for a good hour before getting to the bowling alley with neon signs, and glow in the dark pins. It was on the second floor.

There were small booths set up, and we found Newt sitting on one of the tables, with his crank pals beside him.

"Newt" Thomas called out towards him.

Newt glanced over at the four of us, and hopped off the table.

His lips were slowly turning black, and dry. The veins on his face were visible, and dark circles were below his beautiful eyes.

"Why the bloody hell are you here?"he asked, sounding ever so pissed.

"We came to help you Newt" Thomas said.

"I don't need your help, there's no cure for any of this shit"

"Newt, I know someone that can help" I said

"If it's W.I.C.K.E.D I'm not up for it" he said back, "if you guys really want to help, just go. It's too dangerous. I've already accepted this as my faith. It was going to happen sooner or later, admit it, you all knew."

Sounds of the bowling pins falling echoed.

"I want you guys to be safe. Please, leave. Don't ever come back"

The cranks behind him became interested in what was going on, and they stared us down. Everyone made eye contact with them, everyone but Minho. He was looking at a completely different way. Maybe it was to hide the tears... I clenched his hand, but it didn't do anything to get his attention.

"Newt you can be safer with us, please"Thomas pleaded 

"Tommy, please go before I snap. I am slowly losing control"

We all stood there, didn't know what to do.

"You heard him" One of the cranks behind him said.

Thomas stormed off.

Brenda chased after him.

No one knew how to feel, but I knew we all had the same heavy emotion.

Minho let go of my hand and head off to follow them.

I was left alone with Newt and his crank friends.