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

Chapter 23

Casey POV 

     I immediately leap to my feet, getting into a defensive stance and drawing my bow, ready to shoot if I need to. "It's Wicked, they found us." A voice says from behind me. I turn around and see Thomas charging down the hill towards us. I start to make my way down to the camp, but someone wraps their hand around my arm, preventing me from moving any further. I look behind me and see Newt with a worried expression on his face. "Please don't leave me." He says. "I won't, but I also want to help. Will you come with me?" I ask him. "Yes. Follow me." He responds, guiding me down another way, with the rest of the group following behind us. 

     We make it back down to the camp, and see that everything is on fire. All the tents and supplies are going up in flames, while soldiers of WCKD are fighting against the right arm. I so badly want to rush into the middle of the battle and shoot every WCKD member, but Newt's grip on my hand suggests I'm not going anywhere without him, and he's not going into the battle. Instead, he runs towards this big tank looking thing. 

     When we get there, I see that Minho, Frypan and Aris are already there. However, Thomas, Teresa, Brenda and Jorge are nowhere to be seen. I shove that thought aside and help carry ammunition to the tank, which Vince takes and uses to shoot at WCKD. 

     Out of the corner of my eye, I see something flying towards us. Out of instinct, I grab onto Newt's wrist and pull him out of the way. Through my momentum I accidentally fall back onto the ground, and a second later, Newt falls on top of me. We both gasp at the impact, but a jarring electric shock brings us back to reality. I look behind him and see that some sort of stun bomb went off on the tank, hitting everyone near it. 

     I am lucky I got Newt out of the way when I did, since we are still very close to it so we can feel the shock, but not get overly effected by it. I then look back at him, and realize he is still on top of me. He apparently momentarily forgot about it too, and when he looks back at me his face turns a little red. I blush back a little, then feel extremely stupid. We are in the middle of a battle, there is no time for a make out session. 

     Newt seems to snap back into it a moment later, as he quickly gets off of me. I stand up too, and am about to check on the others, but am stopped by someone coming up behind me and grabbing hold of me. To my horror, at least eight WCKD members surround us. I don't stop fighting though. I try to push away and lash out, but I suddenly hear the cracking sound of something hard and strong snapping in half. I freeze for a few seconds, thinking I had just broken my arm or something, but I feel no pain. I then realize it is my bow that broke, as it falls to the ground behind me, broken in two. I remember that I was still holding it when the soldier grabbed me, so it must have snapped from the pressure between us. 

     I feel a wave of anger wash up over me. It took hours to make that bow, back in the glade, where everything seemed so much safer and simple. I remember talking with Newt when I made that bow, bonding and building our friendship. Now it is gone, broken. But right now, my broken bow is the least of my worries. We are WCKD's prisoners once again.