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

Chapter 8

Newt POV 

     My skin prickles with anxiety and unease. More so about Casey and how she's feeling, rather than me and my potential outcome. Yes, I care about what happens to me, but I care more about Casey and Thomas. Both of them are the type to go charging into danger without a second thought, although, Thomas is the more stubborn one to do everything in his power to go through with his stupid (and potentially suicidal) plans that he is miraculously able to come up with on a regular day basis. 

     I study Casey's face, that ranges from surprised, to horror struck, to worry, then to anger. When she looks up at me, the anger is replaced by sadness, fear, and betrayal. A massive wave of guilt and shame washes over me. I should have told her, but like an idiot (and a terrible boyfriend) I didn't. 

     "Why didn't you tell me?" She asks in a soft voice, her eyes clouding with tears. I look down at the ground. "I didn't want you to worry about me." I say. "Newt," She says, a little more firmly. Casey brings her hands up to my face and gently cups them around my cheeks, forcing me to look at her. "I worry about you no matter what. And I need to know what's wrong so I can fix it." I sigh. "Minho comes first. Getting him back is our first priority." I reason. "Not to me." Casey says, looking deep into my eyes. "I want to get him back too, but I can't just watch you die." Her voice starts to get shaky, as tears start to slide down her face. 

     I reach forward, and gently brush them away with my thumb. "When we go to Wicked, we will get the cure, and I'll be okay. I promise." I say slowly. Casey hesitates for a moment, then nods. "I gotta go now, I'll be back soon." I add, leaning forward and kissing her on the forehead. She gives me a small smile, before I walk past her, open the door, and leave. 

—-

     I walk through the tunnels with Thomas and Gally, shining my flashlight in every direction. I don't want to run into anymore cranks down here, not that it would make a difference to me. 

     After many twists and turns, Gally leads us to a door, which opens up to a flight of stairs, which goes up to a balcony on one of the buildings near the wall. The balcony overlooks the entire city, so we can see all the other buildings around us. 

     I lean on the metal railing, and take in the view around me. 

     "So why did you bring us up here?" Thomas questions, narrowing his eyes at Gally. "Look through the telescope." Gally gestures to a telescope attached to the railing. Thomas looks into it, which is aimed at one of the tallest buildings in the middle of the city. 

     A moment later, Thomas gasps, then looks at Gally with a surprised and somewhat confused expression on his face. 

     I go over to the telescope, and look into it. 

     I see a window, and behind that a big room that has doctors equipment in it. I then shift the telescope slightly, and see Teresa. 

—-

     "No, there's got to be another way." Thomas says, for the millionth time. He is pacing around the room that we are planning our attack in. 

     Thomas, Gally, Casey, Frypan, Brenda, Jorge and I are all there. Well, those six are. I am currently trying not to snap. 

     Ever since we got back from scouting out the city, I feel very uncomfortable and impatient with everything. Every time someone glances at me I want to yell at them, or when something breaks or falls or isn't working I want to smash it into a million pieces. Or, when an incredibly irritating person keeps walking back and forth trying to derail our bloody plan, just because he's trying to save one girl who betrayed us! 

     "I'm not sure this plan is going to work," Thomas frets. "I don't think we should go through with it." That's it. I can't take it anymore. I feel something rising up inside me. A blazing anger that's forcing its way out of me, and I can't do anything to stop it. 

     "Right, because your worried your little girlfriend is going to get hurt. Is that it?" I say, abruptly standing up, and pacing my way towards Thomas. 

     He looks at me, surprise flashing in his eyes. "N-no. I-I just-" He stutters, which makes me even more angry. "You still care about her, don't you? After everything she's done to us, to you. You still care what happens to her?" I cut him off, my voice gradually rising. I have cornered him across the room, near the opposite wall. 

     "No, I" Thomas starts, but I cut him off again. "Don't lie to me!" I yell, slamming him against the wall by his shoulders. "Don't. Lie. To me." 

     I glare at him for a moment, fury blazing in my eyes. Then slowly, the overwhelming anger melts away, and I feel like myself again. 

     That doesn't stop the terrified face of Thomas staring at me though. 

     I immediately feel guilt burning through my skin, going all the way to my bones. 

     "Sorry." I whisper, not meeting Thomas's eyes. I let him go, and step back, turning towards the others. 

     I am hit again with another overwhelming wave of guilt, as I see the faces around me. Everyone looks stunned and scared, as if they never expected the calm and kind second-in-command to yell at his best friend like that. 

     Worst of all, is Casey. She's looking at me as if she was the one pinned to the wall. Her teary eyes filled with fear and uncertainty. 

     Never in a million years, would I have ever wanted Casey to be scared of me. She's tough, and brave, and fearless. I never wanted her only fear to be me. The thought of it shatters my heart. 

     "I need to get out of here." I realize. "I can't look at her face right now." 

     "Sorry." I repeat to them, a little louder this time.

     Without looking at any of them again, I walk out of the room, slamming the door behind me.