TMR/TBS Imagines

Newt // First Day (Pt.3) *REQUEST*

* I'm sorry it took so long for me to post this but it's finally here! I hope this is what everyone who requested another part had in mind. *

Third Person POV

The rush out of the facility was nothing short of a miracle, considering (Y/N) had about enough energy as person who hadn't eaten in a week, but they made it- all of them. There were a few close calls and even a few times Newt had to physically drag her so she could keep up with the others.

Wicked was adamant about keeping the gladers, especially (Y/N), which is why Wicked had every guard available after them. Guards chased them throughout the facility and out of the giant metal doors blocking them from the outside world. In all the rush, (Y/N) couldn't prepare the gladers for what it was like out there. If only they were ready.

The group followed Teresa into a sunken building to hide them from the dangerous storm; they couldn't be outside in the sand storm for long so this seemed like their only option. Each glader slid down a hill of sand until their feet skidded to a stop on the concrete.

"What is this place?" Someone mumbled in the group while they waited for the last two people to join the line. Minho dug through his bag before clicking on a bright flashlight that trailed around the room, only illuminating small parts of the room they were in, but enough light to see they were in some sort of mall.

"Come on," Thomas suddenly said, bumping a few boys on the shoulder to grab their attention. "We gotta go, we gotta get out of here. We'll find-"

"Thomas, stop!" Teresa shouted over his panicked voice. Thomas froze in place and turned towards her with a sheepish look on his face. "Tell me what's going on."

Thomas let out a long sigh, unsure where to begin. He hadn't explained to them at all why they had to run away other than the word 'Wicked', so he figured he owed them some sort of explanation.

"It's Wicked," (Y/N) spoke before Thomas could convert his thoughts into a sentence. Most of the gladers here had already known (Y/N) before she... left, but Teresa and Thomas were not part of that group, so Teresa was getting pretty much her first look at her.

"They wanted you to think you were safe so that you would trust them. They manipulate you until they can come in and take what they want," she explained in a hushed tone. She still had not had full control of her voice yet and her lack of energy was still taking a big toll on her body.

"Is that what they did to you?" Frypan asked from behind Teresa. (Y/N) almost smiled seeing the cook again- she had missed him just as much as she missed the Keeper of Runners and Keeper of Slicers, but none as much as she missed Newt.

(Y/N) shook her head. "They didn't lie to me. They knew I understood too much for them to be able to make a fool out of me. They let me live. They gave me a room, food, new clothes, and told me I was a important. Then one day, it was all taken from me." She took a deep breath, reliving they day she fell asleep. She thought then that it would be her last day alive, but instead she was put into a coma.

Newt could see how this was hard on her and placed his hand gently on her back. Months had gone by without her yet he still knew how to keep her calm.

"They want a cure and they think they'll find it in us. They think it's in our blood... but they're wrong. They've strung up tons of kids, and probably a lot more soon, but they won't find a cure." She didn't mean to sound so negative, but it was the truth. Wicked had been doing this for years, why did they think they would find it now?

"We have to get as far away from Wicked as we can," Thomas concluded, finally figuring out how to contribute with what he saw, although it was kind of obvious.