[REWRITE COMING SOON] A story where a boy with a mysterious and complicated past falls for the boy with a limp. [ newt x male oc x teresa]
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PART I ; The Maze
Three months before Thomas came, a boy name, Poe comes out of the Box with no memories a...
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the death cure chapter twelve
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Poe couldn't tell if it was the Flare that made him feel less surprised, or that he just didn't care that he's not Immune and he already caught the virus. If he had known before all of this, before he left the Right Arm, he'd be devastated.
His thoughts went to Newt. He needed to go find him.
He shifted his glance from Teresa then pulled his mask back down. Just seconds later, they reached the main level and the lift opened. Teresa led him to the main entrance of the building. There were WCKD soldiers everywhere, but almost all of them were leaving the building, perhaps leaving to find the others; Thomas, Newt, Brenda...
Poe and Teresa were at the doors, he was about to step out but she grabbed his arm, "Wait—" she said, he turned to face her. She pulled out a folded white envelope from her coat pocket, she put it quickly into Poe's jacket pocket. "In case I forget. Now, go. Find Thomas and bring them back here, please"
Poe looked at her momentarily before stepping back away from the doors. He wasn't sure if he believed her, or that he trusted her. But when she explained about Thomas being the cure, he felt the possibility of saving Newt, like Thomas saved Brenda. He had a hard time trusting her, but she let him leave, and never told Janson or anyone of his whereabouts. She never looked away when he turned and ran across the street until he disappeared into an alleyway between two buildings.
All he wanted, as of now, was Newt. To find him.
He ran. Ran like his life depended on it. But really he felt Newt's life depended on him.
Eventually Poe lost his way, he was lost and he wasn't sure where he was going. He didn't know the ways in the city, where Newt could be, or where they could be heading. He stopped running after what it felt like he ran for miles, he stopped to collect his thoughts together.
He found himself under a bridge he didn't recognized, he has never been to this part of the area. He leaned back against a wall as a sounds of sirens passed him by above. He held his chest as his heart pounded almost rapidly, took the jacket off as he got too hot from all the run. Then he remembered Teresa, what she put in the pocket. He held up the jacket and shoved his hand in every pocket before finding a white folded envelope.
On the envelope was written; Poe, in an italic writing.
Before he could even think of opening to see what is inside, his eyes caught the sight of his forearm. It was almost not like when Newt revealed his, only Poe's infected arm was small, the veins were beginning to visible, darkening, bulging, slowly growing, and spreading toward his wrist and up passing his elbow.
