Escape to the Hills // Newt x Reader

16

Aris left a little after that. You felt absolutely terrible for asking now. You wished WICKED would erase your memory after that. But what if he was? What would you be able to do?

Eventually, Thomas sat up and yawned, rubbing his eyes. "What time is it?"

"I don't know." You lifted your head from where it rested on your arms on your knees.

Thomas immediately knew something was wrong. He was kneeling in front of you within seconds saying "Hey." in a concerned voice. "You okay?"

You took one look at the soft, caring look in his eyes and you just said fuck it to yourself. Before you knew it hot tears were streaming down your face. The salty liquid dripped onto your shirt, on your pants, and stained your lips.

Thomas' lips parted in worry and he moved fully into a sitting position. His hands rested on your knees. "What happened?"

Everything that happened. Everything bad that could happen, happened. Things were shit. Everything was in the sewer, the toilet being left far behind. You were still here. Your mother hated you. You probably just ruined everything with Aris.

"I saw Aris." You said.

Thomas' eyes widened in surprise. "Really? What did he say?"

"He said..." You tried to calm down. "He said he could help us. He's going to try to slow WICKED down. He's trying to keep them from taking our memories again."

"That's good!" Thomas hit your knee a couple of times gently with his hand. "That's good, so what's the matter?"

"He told me they hooked him up to a machine. He can access all the data in all the computers. Thomas they're using him. I asked him if he was brain dead." You put your fists to your eyes. "That's what they want us to think. They want us to think he's dead so we'll leave him. I hate her. I hate her with everything I am and I just can't shake her. She's everywhere and there's only so much for her to be in. You think she'll just leave one thing for me to be hopeful about."

Thomas just pulled you forward and rested your head on his shoulder. He let you sob into his shirt until you calmed down and started breathing regularly again.

Thomas rested a hand on your cheek, smiling lightly at you. "She's not here right now. We've got to enjoy every moment without her bugging us. She's not always going to be here."

You nodded, not believing a word he said. You knew the pain you endured throughout your life from your mother would haunt you. She'd always be with you. A voice in the back of your mind shouting things at you.

"(Y/N)?" A small voiced called you. You looked over Thomas' shoulder. River was propped up on her elbows, watching you from a distance. She must have been awake for a while since all the sleep had left her eyes. Her hair was a mess, her pigtails having fallen again. Her cheeks were smeared with light amounts of dirt here and there from her trying to move hair behind her ears. "Are you okay?"

You glanced at Thomas and caught him still staring worriedly at you. You let a long sigh pass your lips before you lightly pushed his chest so you can move down the steps to River. You sat next to her, glancing at Newt quickly. Running your fingers through his hair, you assured River you were fine. A quick look at Thomas informed you that he was waking the others to get a move on with the day.

River placed a hand on your arm. "He's worried about you." She took her hand away and gripped her paper doll. She glanced at your hand in Newt's hair. "He is, too."

You smiled at her. "They'll worry about me even when we're safe."

"Yeah, because you're more likely to set a house on fire than Gally is when he's in the kitchen."

"I'm offended." You stated, a hand to your chest.

River shrugged.

"I'm offended." Gally said from his spot by the wall.

Minho sat up, yawned, and rubbed his eyes. He squinted, looking around the room. His eyes came the window, where for a second he stared. Then he pushed himself up and moved closer. He wiped the glass with the side of his fist. It did nothing to clear up the dense grayness. Fog clouded the air on the other side of the broken window opposite that one. What was weird was the way the fog stopped right outside the broken window. It was as thick as the walls of the Maze but stayed where it was.

"What..." You watched as Thomas noticed the same thing and made his way over. He blew at the fog and it made a hole. You knitted your eyebrows in confusion.

"Alby." Minho called, but the leader was already next to him.

Alby's eyes scanned the blankness for anything that seemed dangerous. Nothing seemed to be a threat. He poked a finger into the fog, making a new hole next to Minho's.

"What is this stuff?" Gally asked, sticking his own finger into it and somehow managing to drag some of the fog back through the opening. It stayed in a point. "Another one of WICKED's tricks?"

"Probably." You said, standing with them. Gabi and Teresa were watching quietly from their own corner until now, they moved to the unbroken window on the opposite side of the room and opened it.

Newt groaned and sat up, confused at the commotion. He looked around for an explanation but got none so he decided to take matters into his own hands and get up from the warmth of his blankets to stand behind you. He asked the most obvious question when he saw the fog. "What the bloody hell?"

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