𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗡 𝗦𝗨𝗗𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗟𝗬 slowed and came to a stop. The air around the compartment became thick and silent that I feel like I'll be carbon monoxide poisoned.
"Dominic, why did we stop?" I whispered on my earpiece.
"Stop? We didn't—oh shit! Hendrix, they separated the last Subject compartment! (Y/n)'s there!"
"Dom, what's happen—"
Before I could finish what I'm saying, somebody from the outside banged on the metal walls.
"Minho!" a voice called.
The Subjects roared from the sudden sound. Shaking the chains bouding them while screaming for help.
I don't need to peek outside to see who's behind the walls. I recognised the voice as clear as July sky, it was Thomas. The thought of him rescuing Minho occured to me once but I never thought that he would do it, that he's currently doing it.
Whilst the Subjects are making noise, a thought suddenly came in my head. They are going to take Minho and the other Subjects inside this compartment. They are going to take me. Is that what I wanted? Freedom and to be reunited with my friends? It was a now or never decision, and unlike last time, I had my wits on.
I rummaged inside my rucksack and grabbed the vial. I replaced the needle on the syringe and thrust it to the vial with sedative.
I heard footsteps on the roof and the sound of ropes hitting metal. So they are not planning to open the compartment, they are going to take it.
"Newt, how you doin'?" asked Thomas.
"Don't rush me," an accented voice replied.
I froze on the spot, the syringe nearly falling from my grasp. That stupid name and that stupid voice. A foreign feeling that I haven't felt for a long time started to spread in my chest that I nearly pass out. Six months and now we're just walls apart. Does he still feel what we felt last time? Is he going to accept me after who I become now?
The sound of ricocheting of the the bullet off the metal walls pulled me back to reality. The WICKED guards are coming closer to us and based on the noise, Thomas is also firing at them.
"Newt get up here!"
"Almost there!"
The sounds of exchanging shots reeled everyone's breath.
"Newt, go!" another voice barked, which I assumed to be Vince.
The WICKED guards are maybe near now but Thomas's team must be planning something. Exhaling deeply, I walked beside him. It's now or never.
Everyone is listening keenly on the noise outside that nobody batted an eye at me. I put my mouth beside Minho's ear and whispered, "Your blood's really special to afford a meet up."
Before he could respond, I injected the injection at his neck and he started to calm and became groggy.
"That's a lesser shot. You won't pass out but be sleepy. I'm sorry, Minho, but I won't let Thomas have you. You're the one with the best results here. We are so near on finding the Cure."
Even his eyes are now reduced into slits, he managed to glare at me. I have no other choice. I don't want our efforts to be wasted.
I uncuffed and helped him stand. With his arm around my shoulder, we walked towards the door that leads us to the only chemical compartment. I don't care if anyone will caught me taking Minho out. I'm desperate to find the cure.
The compartment started to shook. They successfully unhinged the compartment from the railings. With a swift movement, I swiped my card on the latch and the door immediately opened. The stale, dry air greeted us as I opened the other compartment. Nobody in Thomas's team noticed us and I'm very glad with that.
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𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗧𝗢 𝗬𝗢𝗨 | newt x reader (ON HOLD)
Fanfiction(Y/n) was a scientist in WICKED. She was working there with her father, Janson. But her life changed when the Maze trials ended. She finally met her friends again, Thomas and Teresa and the Gladers. She knew that they didn't remember her anymore an...
