Fall² The Death Cure [REWRITTEN]

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I never liked the Scorch. But I couldn't leave my friends.

Who knew that we had more things in common than I expected? We all lost someone we cared about. We all went through suffering and pain, physically and emotionally. Now, we all have one mission.

I've grown closer with everyone else. Newt and I have talked and I don't know why but I felt different around him. I really don't know why. Thomas just wants everyone to stay alive. Minho was taken by WICKED, and we plan to get him back.

"What's the plan?" Vince asked Thomas.

Thomas replied with hands on his hips, and biting his lip, "Still figuring that out."

I said, "Vince, you can't expect someone to instantly have an idea."

"Well, we have friends WICKED took who are basically family," Harriet said. "We should try things as fast as we can."

"Even if we can get WCKD, how would we do it?" Johnny asked. "WICKED's been planning these things for years. They have their system and their schedules. Last time I checked, we don't exactly have a copy of it."

Jorge said, "They're probably long gone by now."

Thomas said, "Look, we will devise an attack, but we first need to know where they're taking everyone."

I chirped sarcastically, "Well why don't we just give them a call to ask? Who knows? Maybe they'll tell us where they store their hostages?"

"Geez," Vince rolled his eyes. "Now I know who influenced you." He looked at Johnny.

"You know, you tend to have a negative out view of a lot of things." Frypan said.

"Well I'm sorry if I'm saying the truth," I said rolling my eyes.

Frypan sassed, "Well I'm telling the truth about you."

"Oh you don't know the truth about me," I shot back.

Vince pleaded, "Guys, can we not start fighting?"

Harriet said, "Vince, for as long as we've known you, you usually start violence if you can."

"Okay, so we're suppose to develop a plan and now we're fighting?" Newt said. "Great job, guys."

"Oh, join us, would you?" Brenda said shrugging.

"You know, no one really needs your judgements about people."

"Takes one to know one." Frypan sassed back.

"Guys!" Thomas shouted. "We're not helping our case. Minho and everyone we care about was taken by WICKED. This is them trying to tear us apart."

"Then you should get used to it." I said with a shaking voice. "It happens more often than you think."

I then left the tent and went outside. I didn't know what I was doing. Uncle Johnny was right. It doesn't matter how one dies. It matters what we do after. And I'm angry. I want to kill WICKED, and I just want to scream.

I walked to a cliff and just sat there. I didn't know what to do.

"Mind if I sit here?" A British boy said. I turned around.

I shrugged, "Go ahead. It's not like anyone else is sitting here." There was a moment of silence between us. "You know, Frypan was right. I am basically a negative asshole."

Newt said, "So what if you are? Maybe everyone is a downer?"

I gave a tired smile. "Why are you so kind to me?"

"Maybe everyone just needs someone to shine their life," Newt said.

"And you're my someone?" I gave a small laugh.

"Yeah, I guess so," he laughed back.

"I should probably go back in and apologize to Frypan. And Thomas," I sighed.

We heard footsteps. When we turned around, we saw Johnny. He walked towards us and asked to talk to me. Newt went back inside, and Johnny sat down with me this time.

"I guess the temper and sass is still in us, ay, kid?" He chuckled.

"Yeah," I said, "I guess it is. And you can thank yourself and dad for that."

He chuckled. "Remember when he was teaching you how to ride a bike?"

"And he was recording me, but he was too distracted, so he walked into a lamppost," I finished the story.

"You're mom would not let that go," Johnny laughed.

After a moment of silence, I asked, "Are you going to be with Clarice? To start a family?"

"Do you think I'll be allowed to?" He asked me.

"Of course," I said. "Uncle Johnny, she would be happy that you're living your life and surviving. That you actually found someone again who makes you happy. You can start again. I know it sounds hard, but maybe it's not so bad."

"You know what, Cass? You're right," he smiled, "as usual."