The Scorch Girl// Book 2// Newt TMR Fanfic

Chapter 10

Another bolt of lighting strikes above us, the ground shaking as it falls in front of us and knocks us both off our feet.

I cough, the sensation of having the air knocked from your lungs wasn't a good feeling. The next time, lighting strikes from both sides and a few metres away.

I was now praying to every god out there that I would make it alive, the eyes of the worried gladers on us as I got back up and pulled AJ up with me.

It started out as a slow trudge, slowly speeding up as our senses came back like a computer turning back on. I linked arms with AJ, her tight grip told me straight away how scared she was and I felt for her.

After seeing grievers and watching my friends die, this was nothing. For AJ this was new, she had never been beyond the prestigious white walls of WICKED every meal handed to her and every instruction calculated.

My anticipation had risen greatly seeing the building growing closer, I could make out Newt. He was no doubt worrying about me, whether I would make it.

Newt was making arm motions, telling us to make it. Seeing him gave me hope, energy if you will, to make it. To survive.

AJ and I had practically dragged each other but we made it, I fell into Newts arms. He caught me and just held me, not even realising I had been crying until Newt held me tighter. My legs gave way and he fell with me.

A faint ringing rolls around in my head, my sound was coming back,

"It's ok Rose, you're ok!" Newt almost yells over the lightning.

I shake my head, "I was scared you were dead!" I yell back

I get up and assess the number of gladers that had made it, there only about 11 people and Thomas, Minho, Frypan and Michael were alive and well. I felt selfish for only worrying about them, all the other boys we had lost was devastating.

I couldn't dwell anymore, I needed to move on and be thankful for what I still had. I turned to Minho who looked in bad shape, I waddle over. Minho was curled up and in the dim glow of lightning and rain I could see his burnt clothes and face stuck in a grimace but couldn't make out anything else in the darkness.

I looked up at Thomas who seemed to be staring into the distance, the bodies, I could see them every time the lightning struck in a new place. A lump of guilt bubbles up in my throat, the guilt of being alive while they weren't.

I look at Minho and clench my jaw, his injuries didn't seem severe as of now but they would still need treatment. I wasn't gamed to touch him at the moment, if he was resting I needed to leave him be.

I walk back over to Newt instead, tears staining my cheeks as I sat next to him.

"They're gone, they're all gone" I mumble, my fingers run through hair as I stare at the doorway. They could have made it, it wasn't far away, if the lightning hadn't struck there.

For two hours no one moved, it was like everything had become a stop motion picture, each photo being taken at a painstakingly slow pace.

Thomas didn't stop watching the storm and Minho was curled into a ball, Frypan stared off into space and AJ was sitting in the middle, her eyes watching her hands and Micheal had his head in his hands.

Newt had no emotions but he held my hand, the touch was reassuring yet it screamed not wanting to let me go and he didn't, not even when the sun began to rise as I just started to fall asleep.

I could hear Thomas and Newt bickering, his hand didn't let go of mine. The argument ended with a "good that" from Newt before I even thought about opening my eyes.