Maze Runner: The Death Cure (Fan Fiction) Newt X Casey

Chapter 7

Casey POV 

     I am still stunned by our discovery of finding out that Gally is alive, that I'm not really paying attention to where we are going. Although, I'm still conscious of Newt, who is walking beside me. I notice though, however, that he keeps glancing down at his right forearm, and occasionally rubbing it. What makes me most nervous though, is the look of uncertainty on his face. 

     As I am thinking of what could possibly be wrong, a horrible realization dawns on me. I should talk to him about it later, in private. I just really, really hope I'm wrong. 

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     After many twists and turns, our small group walks into a building full of plants. Ahead of us is a ramp going down onto another level of the building, but before we can proceed, Gally stops in front of us, looking slightly nervous. 

     "Now, Lawrence doesn't get a lot of visitors, so let me do the talking." He says slowly, looking directly at Thomas. Gally then earns a glare from that comment. 

     Gally leads us down the ramp, and into another room that looks a lot like the other room we were just in. At the far side of the room, stands a person that's half enveloped in plants. He has his back to us, so I can't see his face. 

     "Lawrence," Gally says hesitantly. "You have visitors." 

     After a moment, Lawrence slowly turns around, and I realize he is attached to a metal pole with wheels. Hanging around the pole is a tube in which one quarter of it is filled with a blue liquid. I then look at his face, and try not to gasp. He looks half dead. No, he looks like he's half crank. His face deformed and sinking in a few places, or bubbling into strange shapes. 

     "Who?" Lawrence asks, his voice raspy and hard to hear. 

     "I'm Thomas," Thomas says. "and this is Newt, Casey, Frypan, Brenda and Jorge." Gally gives him an exasperated look. "Well,"  I think to myself. "so much for Gally doing the talking." 

     "Why are you here?" Lawrence asks, squinting at Thomas. "We need your help getting into the city." Thomas explains. "Why should I help you?" Lawrence questions. "We need to get our friend back, and we can also get what you need." Thomas pleads. Lawrence gives him an almost amused expression. "What do you think I need?" Thomas nods towards the vial of blue liquid. "You're running out of time." He says matter-of-factly. 

     Lawrence studies Thomas for a moment, then says. "So I am. I think I can get you into the city, no problem." 

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     I walk towards Newt, who is sitting against a wall, preparing to follow Thomas into the sewage  system underground, that should lead them to the city. 

     Thomas, Newt and Gally are going. Meaning Brenda, Jorge, Frypan and I are stuck here, apparently being used as 'leverage' to make sure they come back. 

     I need to talk to Newt though, before he leaves. I need to know the answer to the question I've been freaking out about internally for the past few hours. 

     As I approach my boyfriend, I notice that his right arm is shaking. He notices it too, as he places his hand from his left arm over his right forearm, to keep it from shaking anymore. I start to feel even more nervous than before. 

     "Newt," I say hesitantly, walking right up beside him. He looks up at me, trying to look unworried, but I can tell that's not the case at all. "can I talk to you for a minute?" "Sure." He says, standing up and leading me to an empty room. 

     I close the door behind me, and turn to face Newt. "What did you want to talk about?" He asks, tilting his head slightly and studying my worried face. "Let me see your arm." I say, holding out my hand. Newt starts to bring his left arm forward, but I shake my head. "No. Your other one." I say, trying to keep my voice steady and calm. 

     Newt sighs, looking into my eyes. I can see guilt and regret flashing through his warm brown orbs. 

     He slowly extends his right forearm out to me, and I gently hold it in my right hand, while I reach for his sleeve with my left. I slowly pull the fabric up, and gasp at what I just uncovered. 

     There is a long scratch, starting near his wrist, and going all the way down nearly to his elbow. It is dark red with dried blood, but crusted all around the edges in black. Shooting out from the scratch, are veins of dark purple, dark blue, and black. 

     My fears and worries have come true. Newt, the boy I have fallen in love with, is infected with the flare.