The Cured Girl (ON HOLD)//Book 3//Newt//TMR Fanfic

Chapter 7

MERRY CHRYSLER, hello everyone long time no update. I apologise but hey here is a sad chapter to set the tone,

Enjoy lovelies ❤️
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"Michael!" I cry out, scrambling to my feet to catch my brother.

I fall to my knees and place him in my lap, his head resting in the crook of my elbow,

"You're ok, you're ok" I reassure him and myself, stroking his hair with my shaky hand.

The guard steps back so Janson could replace him, the Rat Man looks up at all the other kids in the room,

"This is what happens when you do not comply with our orders, Michael here thought it would be a good idea to restore some of Roses' memories while in the Maze trials" he pauses to smile, "and this is the punishment"

I choke back a cry as I spot crimson blood beginning to soak through Michael's grey shirt, the bullet had pierced his lower torso.

I shake my head, placing pressure on the wound, "just hang in there, you'll make it" I sniffle.

My body felt weak, I had just regained memory of my own brother and now he was slipping through my fingers. His blood begins to seep through my fingers and I cry harder,

"...Rose" he speaks through staggered breaths, "it's ok" he says as he grips my forearm.

I shake my head, it wasn't ok, nothing is ok. "No, no it's not. You're bleeding you shank"

Michael let's out a choked chuckle, "I saw it coming"

My chest tightens, "they won't let you die right?"

"They can and they will" he says to my dismay.

Michael lifts himself up on his elbow with a huff and looks at Newt, "you better look after her" he warns which Newt returns with a stern nod.

Michael let's out a cough and blood splatters across the once clean floor, I gasp in shock and look around at all the faces staring at us,

"What are you all doing?! Someone get help, please!" I yell, practically begging anyone to move but they all continue to stare,

"This is his punishment" Janson seethes and I want to punch him in the face.

"You can't choose who dies!" I screech, my vision blurry from my tears, "This isn't right and you know it!"

Michael puts his hand on my cheek, "You're so strong now, listen Rose, you make it and you get out of here" he whispers.

I shake my head, "not without you" I reply, wiping a thin trail of blood that was dribbling down his chin.

"Get her out of here" Michael says with every bit of his strength to sound strong. I feel Minho hook his arm through mine and lift me from the ground.  "No" I reply, my voice cracking.

I thrash and scream, "no! Don't touch me!"

I try to break free and fail, I couldn't even bite Minho to make him let go. Newt grabs my other arm and takes me through the door in tears, Thomas trailing behind.

"Let me go!" I scream, "get off me!" I squeal as I cry harder, my body shaking and my legs feeling weak.

The Rat man walks through seconds later with a wicked smile and I spit at him,

"Get him help!" I yell. He only shakes his head slowly, taunting me.

"You disgusting excuse for a human so help me I will make your life a misery! Get him help" Janson doesn't reply,

"Please" I beg, thrashing against Newt and Minho's grip, clenching my fists tight. I try to bite my lip to stop myself from letting out a wail but I fail,

"Please don't let him die!" I bargain, "kill me instead, he did nothing wrong! I chose to go into the Maze by myself!"

"You are too valuable to waste, you Brother was expendable"

"Ahh!" I scream, thrashing again as my tears turn warm against my cheeks "don't let him die" I say in a quiet voice, "please save him.

Just as I finish my sentence the door file open and two guards walk through, the second dragging my brothers limp body by one leg.

I feel my soul lift from my body, my legs give way and both Minho and Newt let go out of surprise.

I blink a few times, unable to register what was going on. His lifeless eyes stare up at the ceiling and I begin to cry as I grab his blood covered hand, wailing like an idiot but I didn't care.

My breath staggers as I lose grip of him, I watch them drag him away as my eyes grow foggy from another wave of fresh tears, "Michael!" I scream and cry at the same time, my body shaking uncontrollably as I look down at my hands which are covered in his blood. Through my foggy vision I begin rubbing at my hands as I shake my head,

"No" I say quietly.

"He had it coming" the Rat Man states. I blink a few times, my vision clearing as I stand up and turn on my heels to catch a glimpse of Janson.

I walk forward with a clenched fist and a few tears slip from my eyes as my fist collides with his ugly face.