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

Chapter 16

Newt POV 

     We run frantically all across the building. We're not even trying to be stealthy anymore. There's no point, not with this bloody siren going off in every hallway. 

     We run down a hallway, then turn sharply to the left, not really having any particular idea as to where exactly we are going. 

     The way then immediately gets blocked by several guards, and we have no where to go, that is, until a blur of a person comes charging at them and takes them down in a matter of seconds. 

     It's Minho. 

     Thomas runs to his best friend, and hugs him tightly. I come up to them a moment later, then stare down at the unconscious guards. 

     "Shit, Minho." I say with a small laugh. 

     "Come on, we need to go." Thomas says abruptly, leading Minho and I down the hallway. 

     As we run aimlessly for a few minutes, we come across Janson and some of his guards. We then run into another room, slam the door, and barricade it. 

     "Great. Now that we're trapped in here, what do we do?" I ask Thomas. 

     I look around the room that's not really filled with anything important, but the opposite wall is entirely made of glass, and past that is about a fifty foot fall into a small pond. Great. 

     Thomas and I stare down at it. 

     "Do you think we can make it?" I ask him. 

     "I don't think we have a choice." Thomas responds, looking back over towards the door that Janson is trying to force open from the other side. 

     I then have a sudden realization, that makes my stomach drop and my heart shatter. I've been so preoccupied with saving Minho and trying to avoid getting killed, that I've completely forgotten to look for Casey. 

     "Some boyfriend I am." I think to myself shamefully. Although, I can't exactly saunter out of this room right now in search for her. I just have to hope that she is okay, and not lying in a pool of her own blood somewhere. 

     Thomas, Minho and I all back away from the glass. Thomas then grabs something large and heavy, and proceeds to yeet it out the window. It shatters a large hole in the glass, hopefully big enough for all three of us to jump out of at the same time.

     "You sure about this?" I ask Thomas, giving him an anxious look. 

     "Not really." Thomas answers. 

     "Great speech." Minho says dryly, rolling his eyes. 

     "Yeah, we're bloody inspired." I add sarcastically. 

     "On three, alright?" Thomas suggests. We all nod. "Okay. One....two...." 

     Before he can finish, the door starts to grind open, and guards start trying to squeeze their way in. 

     "Three!" Thomas shouts. 

     We run forward, and fling ourselves out the window, all the way down the building, and enveloped in the icy cold grasp of water.