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

Chapter 20

Newt POV 

     I walk down the sketchy streets of the abandoned city. I stay close to the group, but even closer to Casey. I have developed this strange protective feeling when I am around Casey, like I always want her in sight to make sure she is okay. I know this feeling is dangerous though, gaining feelings like that for someone, in a world like this. I am always worried that I am going to lose her. And if I really am falling in love with her, losing her would destroy me. 

     Jorge leads us to a large building with curtains and other cloth hanging all around it. They are many more people here, mostly teens that look half out of their minds, probably from alcohol or other drugs.

     We walk up to the front door, and look inside. It is very dark with loud music blaring through the halls. As we enter, I lean slightly over to whisper in Casey's ear. "Stay close to me, okay?" I ask. She looks at me, then nods, smiling. Then, to my surprise and delight, she reaches for my hand. I lock hands with her, our fingers intertwining, and walk into the building. 

     We spend the next few minutes searching the party for Thomas and Brenda. Finally, I spot the familiar dark hair of my friend. However, as I approach him, he collapses to the ground. I pick up my pace, with Casey still with me. Before I can reach him, Teresa rushes past me and makes it to Thomas first. I watch her worried expression, before I go to help her carry the unconscious Thomas back to the others. 

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     I tap my knife against the table impatiently as I wait for Thomas to wake up. We made it back to the building we were at before a few hours ago. Now we are just waiting for Thomas, and some interrogation to happen. 

     Finally, out of the corner of my eye, I see movement from Thomas, and Teresa immediately rushes over to him, talking quietly. 

     "What were you doing with those kids, Marcus?" I turn my attention back to Jorge, and the man tied to a chair, apparently named Marcus. He laughs, but doesn't say anything. Jorge gives him an angry scowl, then punches him in the face. 

     "Okay, okay." Marcus grumbles, now with a bloody nose. "I take them in, they get drunk and have a good time. Then I sell them off to Wicked." As the two of them continue on with their argument, I look over at Casey, who is sitting beside me. 

     She catches the look I am giving her, and smiles. "Do you really think he knows where the Right Arm is?" She asks, looking worried. "I hope so." I respond. I go to say more, but a loud crash in front of us interrupts me. 

     Jorge has apparently knocked the chair Marcus is tied to over, looming over him and pressing a gun to his throat. "Okay, okay! I know where they are, but you can't get there on foot." He pleads. Jorge then grins at him. "You're right, we can't. Where's Birtha?"