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

Chapter 20

I'm sure I was one step from crying considering what had happened the night before.

Newt hadn't left my side, his hand held mine even when I was woken up.

I lightly touch the wound on my cheek, wincing in pain and retracting my arm back.

Newt puts his hand on my chin gently, shifting it to the left, "Let me see"

"Was it a Crank?" Lizzie asks curiously, I nod my head.

"If you're immune you'll be fine, it'll heal" she reassures me.

I laugh nervously, "no one here is immune" I see AJ keep her eye on me as I spoke those words, I can't tell them

Newt flashes me a nervous glance, gripping my arm tighter. I look up at him and smile, "we just have to make it to the safe haven and get the cure"

Newt shakes his head, "we might not make it in time"

I catch his head in my hands, "stop worrying, remember?"

He purses his lips before nodding curtly. I blink a few times and take in a shallow breath, everything has to be alright

"Ok love birds lets go" Minho pats my shoulder, prying me away.

"You're not going to die on my watch" he says patting my shoulder again.

I guess Minho's way of coping was denying, lying and pretending his way out of his emotions.

"I don't know whether to be touched or throw you at a Crank" I remark, earning a scowl from Minho in response.

Lizzie sighs loudly, "Ok you two princesses, can we go?"

We walk in silence, Frypan leading us to where he said he saw Thomas and Brenda  enter.

It was an aged brick building, relatively untouched yet looked worn enough to collapse at the slightest touch of a finger. Music blared through the door, vibrating in my chest.

"Totally secretive party" Minho notes sarcastically.

Jorge approaches the door, his hand hovering over the doorknob. With his fingers he counts to three before swinging the door open so hard it flys into the wall, the motion shaking the already unstable structure.

There is a flight of stairs that lead to another wooden door, I look to the boys behind me.

Minho drops his gun, "I'm out of shuck ammo by the way"

"Great, then stick to someone who isn't hermano"

I follow behind Jorge as he warily and slowly opens the door, pointing his gun into the air defensively.

A small group of four men turn around with their eyes turning to anger, "Hey!" one of them shouts. He was tall, skinny and had matted brown hair they really needed a wash, yet that was case for all of us. The man races for Jorge who swiftly punches him in the nose. The man falls to the ground with a thud, clutching his nose and groaning. Jorge aggressively brings his foot down on the mans head which knocks him out cold before looking over at me.

I shrug, "impressive"

I felt like I didn't have to do anything this time except watch as the men screamed like girls and one by one fell to the floor with a thud.

I watch as Minho picks a pair of knives from a fallen mans pocket, straightening up with a smile on his face as Newt shakes his head and mumbles 'Slinthead' under his breath.

A woman suddenly emerges from under what looked to be a broken table, lunging at Michael and knocking him to the ground.

Michael flays around as the woman recklessly throws her knife about. Newt runs forward and pushes her off, pulling Michael to his feet and stepping back.