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

Chapter 9

Casey POV 

     I stare in horror at the door my boyfriend just stormed out of. 

     I never thought he could get that mad, especially at Thomas, his best friend. I know that he can get on Newt's nerves sometimes, but I didn't think that he would go as far as to pin him to a wall and yell at him. 

     "It's the flare though. That wasn't really him." I think to myself, although, that thought doesn't make me feel better what so ever. "All I know, is that he's running out of time." 

     I look over at Thomas, who has gained access to move his body again. He slowly moves away from the wall, and goes out the door Newt went out a few minutes ago. Probably to go talk to him. 

     I feel a little guilty about not going to see if he's okay, but I have something more important to do. 

     "I can't wait for a plan to take form. I have to get the cure. Right. Now." 

—-

     My original plan was to gather anything I might need, and then take off when no one else was looking, but that plan is completely shattered when I see Newt walking towards me. 

     I try to turn around, as if I don't see him, but of course, that doesn't work. 

     "Hey." I hear Newt say, his hand resting on my shoulder. He turns me around, and I try to look him in the eyes, but I can't, which breaks my heart. 

     Newt seems to notice it too, since his face looks even more guilty than before. 

     "I'm sorry." He says softly. He puts a finger under my chin, and lifts my head up, so I'm forced to look into his pleading eyes. 

     "I shouldn't have gotten mad. I hate that I scared Thomas, and that I scared you. I never wanted you to be afraid of me." He hesitates for a moment, then adds. "Are you afraid of me now?" 

     I want to lie. I want to reassure him that everything's okay, but I can't. I'm already hiding one thing from him, I can't bring myself to hide another. 

     "A little." I say quietly, tears starting to blur my vision. 

     Newt looks at me with a heartbroken expression, which makes me feel immensely guilty. 

     "Casey, I'm so sorry." Newt says, his own eyes starting to tear up. He pulls me into a hug, and stokes my hair softly. 

     I hug him back, feeling better and a little less scared. 

     "It wasn't you." I say into his shoulder. "It was the virus." 

     Newt pulls me back, so he can look me in the eyes, his face dead serious. 

     "That's no excuse for what I did." He says firmly, then looks down at the ground. "I told Thomas. He knows I'm infected. He wants to help, but I told him the same thing I told you." 

     "We will fix you." I say determinedly. 

     Newt looks back up at me, and gives me a small smile. 

     "I hope so." 

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     I lay awake in my bed. Darkness closing in all around me, but there is no way I can fall asleep. 

     My mind is racing around with anxiety filled thoughts, and I just can't take it anymore. I have to go. Now. 

     As quietly as I can, I unwind myself from Newt's grasp, and get out of the bed. He doesn't wake, or even stir, but he always has been a heavy sleeper. 

     I walk across the room, and change into all black. I grab my knives, and even steal one of Newt's guns. I feel bad about it, but it'll be worth it in the end. 

     Once I have everything I think I'll need, I sneak out of the room, and make my way to the entrance of the sewage tunnels. 

     I slide the cover away from the hole, which makes an extremely loud scraping sound, at least I feel like it does because I'm trying to be quiet and not get caught. But to my relief, no one comes out to investigate. 

     I quickly slip into the hole, and drag the cover back over it, instantly submerging myself in shadows. 

     I climb down the ladder, turn on my flashlight, and walk straight. 

     I really, really hope I don't get lost down here, because I'm Newt's only hope to get the cure he needs to survive.