Maze Runner: The Scorch Trials (Fan Fiction) Newt X Casey

Chapter 4

Newt POV 

     I wait in my room anxiously as I wait for Thomas to reappear. "Is he right? Are we in danger? Should I have gone with him?" My worried thoughts circle around and around in my head like a broken tape recorder. 

     Finally, after what feels like centuries of pacing the room, I hear the scraping sound of the grate being pushed aside. I expect to see Thomas slightly more calm than before, telling us that he was wrong and that it is safe here, but that is not the case at all. Thomas frantically pushes himself out from under the bed, and immediately grabs the mattress from his bed, starting to drag it over to the door. 

     "Thomas! What's wrong?" I ask, concern lacing my voice. "We need to go now." Thomas says, panic flashing through his eyes. "Why? What happened?" I ask again, as he shoves the mattress against the door. "They're coming for us, we need to leave." He growls. "What do you mean?" I frown in confusion. "It's Wicked!" Thomas snaps. I give him an alarmed look, then say calmly. "What did you see?" Thomas is about to respond, but we all hear footsteps coming our way from  the hallway. "Come on!" Thomas says, running back to the grate. The boy from before stands a little ways back, letting us pass. I follow Thomas into the hole in the ground. A moment later comes Minho, then Frypan, then Winston, then the other boy. We slam the grate down, just as the door to our room is forced open. 

     We crawl through the narrow air vents as quickly as possible. Finally, after many different turns, we burst out into another hallway. "You guys go, I need to get something quickly." The boy says, going back into the vent. Thomas looks indecisive, before saying. "Frypan, can you go with Aris?" Frypan nods, following the boy, Aris, back into the vent. 

     "Wait! We still need to get Casey." I say urgently. "I am not leaving her behind." I think to myself determinedly. "We'll find her." Frypan promises. I nod, still feeling uneasy, but there is nothing more I can do. The two of them run back into the vent, as the rest of us make our way down the hall, trying to find an exit. 

Casey POV 

     I stare at the blank wooden board above my head, feeling thoroughly useless. "I hate laying around doing nothing."  I think grumpily. There is not much more to do though. I worry about my friends, and what they are doing, and what is planned for us exactly. 

     Not much time has passed, before an alarm starts to sound, and a red flashing light turns on outside the door. I can hear shouts of panic, and something tells me my friends have something to do with it. 

     I stand up and walk over to the door, seeing if I can figure out a way to break out. Moments later, I hear a strange scraping sound coming from under a bed a few beds away from me. I cautiously make my way towards it, wishing I have my weapons with me. I look under the bed, and am surprised to see a figure crawling its way out of an open grate in the ground. 

     As I look closer, I realize it is Frypan. He looks up at me and smiles. "Ready to go?" He asks. "Of course!" I say, wiggling myself under the bed. I never really expected my rescuer to pop out of the floor, or for our escape to be through air vents. But all that matters is that I am apparently right about not trusting this place, as I leave the room without a second glance back.