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

Chapter 18

Newt POV 

     Icy cold water stabs me all over. It feels as if I'm drowning. No. Wait. I am drowning. 

     With all the energy I have left (which isn't much) I kick to the surface and break my head out of the pond. I gasp in relief, but that is short lived as a headache comes crashing into my skull. I start to feel dizzy and nauseous, and a small part of me thinks drowning wouldn't be such a bad idea after all. 

     "No. I....have to....save....Casey." I tell myself hazily. 

     It takes me a moment to realize Thomas and Minho are getting out of the water, so I quickly join them. 

     However, as we're staggering onto solid ground, a group of four guards surround us, all armed with guns. Great. 

     It's taking all my will power to stay upright, so there's no way in all bloody hell that I would be able to fight off one guard, let alone three others. 

     I glance at Thomas, and see that he's reaching for his gun, but before he can even touch it, one of the guards sees what he's doing. 

     "Ah, ah, ah. I wouldn't do that if I were you." One of the guards taunts. "Now, get on your knees with your hands in the air." 

     We all look at each other, trying to decide if we should listen. 

     Before we can make any decisions, however, the one guard that spoke suddenly shoots the other three. He then walks towards us and takes off the helmet. It's Gally. Of course it's Gally. You can always count on Thomas to get us into a mess, and for Gally to get us out. 

     "Hey greenie." Gally says to Thomas, who looks more so surprised than angry. 

     "Gally?" Minho says, looking thoroughly bewildered.

     "Nice to see you Minho." Gally says, nodding at his friend. 

     Minho looks over at Thomas with an 'explain this' face on. 

     "We'll explain everything later, right now we need to get out of here." Thomas says to Minho. 

     "Brenda has the cure, we're meeting her a few blocks away." Gally says to me, which would have given me a sense of relief, if I could process my senses that is. 

     I nod, and follow the other two down the street. 

—-

     We make it around a corner, and every passing moment I feel like I'm about to collapse. I nearly do as an explosion randomly goes off not too far away from me. 

     We go inside a small shop near us, to take cover from the explosions. I immediately lean against the wall, trying to keep my pounding headache at bay. 

     "Lawrence is supposed to take down Wicked, not the entire damn city." Gally grumbles, but none of us really cares what happens to the city. 

     "Unless Casey is still here. I need to find her." I think, but know all too well that I'm in no condition to go searching for her. I can barely stand on my own right now. 

     After a few minutes of waiting, we walk out of the shop and run/stagger to a short wall. 

     I collapse against it, feeling my consciousness haze in and out. 

     "How are you feeling Newt?" Thomas asks, crouching beside me. 

     "Terrible." I say, with a small laugh. 

     "We're almost there, okay?" He says reassuringly. 

     I don't respond, I'm too focused on staying awake. I just need to hold on for a little longer.

—-

     After a few more minutes of waiting, we move over to another wall. Unfortunately, we're not moving very fast, since I basically can't do anything at all now, and they practically have to drag me along with them. 

     At this point, sitting against the concrete, I can barely see or hear anything. I can feel blood collecting in my mouth and dripping past my lips, onto my chin, and sliding down my neck. I'm sure I look absolutely terrible, but I can't move any part of my body. 

     I sit there, staring off into space. I can't keep my focus on anything, except for the anger rising up again. There's no reason behind it this time though, I just simply feel angry with no other emotion or thought to counteract it. 

     I am slowly starting to slip away from sanity, until a blur of motion right beside me catches my eye. 

     I can't see much, but I can make out a figure with long brown-ginger hair.