The First Gladers; Into the Scorch

Chapter 5: Something is Wrong

A/N: I am so sorry!!! I have been absolutely horrible about posting!!! You guys deserve so much better!! I'm going to post the next few chapters all at once (You deserve it!). Please make sure you like and comment! The notifications help remind me to post!!

 "What now?" Winston asks with a sigh.

Newt glances back at the Cranks, then to Minho. "Got any brilliant ideas?" He asks.

Minho frowns, looking around the room. He opens his mouth to speak, but freezes before any sound leaves his lips.

"What is it Minho?" Fry asks.

Minho holds up his hand, "Shh."

Newt closes his eyes, straining his ears in the hopes of hearing whatever caught Minho's attention. His heart skips a beat. A faint scream was just cut off from somewhere outside their room. Minho's eyes lock with Newt's.

"Y/n and Teresa." They say in unison.

Thomas jumps into action, trying to force the door open. It's no use, just like the night before the door is locked from the outside. Once again they are trapped within walls. After a minute of jerking at the doorknob Thomas growls in frustration, kicking the door as if to try and hurt it.

Newt shakes his head, "Tommy calm down..."

"Calm down!?" Thomas interrupts. "You want me to calm down!? Teresa and Y/n are in danger! I would think you especially would want to help them."

Newt takes a step back. Deep down he knows what Thomas is implying, yet denial forces him not to accept it.

"What do you mean?" Newt asks.

Thomas rolls his eyes. "Oh please, we all see the way you look at her. How are you not scared out of your wits?"

Newt senses heat rising to his face as all eyes fall on him. Of course Thomas is right. He is indeed scared out of his wits. But two years of experience with horrible disasters has taught him that rushing into something never ends well.

"We're all scared for them." Newt responds wisely, "But rushing into action won't help. If you would've taken a second to breathe you may have seen the fire hydrant which we can use to break the door down."

Thomas's gaze falls to the floor.

"You're right... Sorry."

Newt nods in response as Minho grabs the hydrant, using all of his strength to smash through the door. The door holds up better than expected, taking several minutes for Minho to fully break down. Despite the challenge, the door comes loose from its hinges, swinging open to reveal a pitch black room. A small rectangle of light shines through the door, but beyond that is pure darkness.

If that doesn't scare Newt enough, the smell does. Death reeks from the darkness, foreshadowing danger to come.

 Thomas, Newt, and Minho stare into the darkness before them.

"Who goes first?" Thomas asks, shifting nervously.

"What, you scared Greenie?" Minho asks, attempting to sound more confidant than he really is.

"Don't call me that man, I was just trying to be polite." Thomas responds.

Rolling his eyes, Minho responds, "Yeah sure, you're like a perfect polite princess."

"You know what, I'll go first." Newt adds, shoving between the two boys. Almost immediately the darkness swallows him whole. Yet, as the other boys exchange nervous glances, one by one they all follow him into the abyss.

Up ahead, Newt could hear a slight squeaking groan, as if Minho had just ran into some sort of chandelier causing it to sway back and forth. Minho yelped in shock, then called back, "Hey watch out you guys there's something... Weird hanging from the ceiling."

Newt grunts, a jolt of pain shooting through his hip, followed by the squeal of metal dragging across the floor.

"Table." Newt announces, "Watch out for tables."

"Does anyone remember where the light switches were?" Fry asks exasperated.

"That's where I'm heading," Newt responds, "I could've sworn I saw a bunch of them over this way." Behind him, Newt hears Minho groan, as if repulsed by something.

"I found it!" Newt exclaims, flicking the light switches up.

Suddenly the room becomes blindingly bright, causing Newt to stumble back a step as his eyes start to re-adjust.

"Whoa." Minho yells, disgusted.

Eyes finally adjusted, Newt turns around to be faced with a scene of horror. The room is filled with people strung up by the neck, their bodies limp with certain death. To Newt's further horror, he recognizes these people. These were the ones who had rescued the Gladers just the day before.

Newt's terrified gaze flicks between each body, afraid to find Y/n's face amongst the dead. He should've never left her. Thomas slowly walks over to him, looking like he's about to puke. Newt has to resist the urge himself as several other boys start trowing up.

"You alright, Tommy?" Newt asks.

"Of course I'm not, are you seeing this?" Thomas responds as Minho walks up behind him, cursing under his breath.

Suddenly, Thomas looks up at Newt with frightened eyes, "Teresa!" He exclaims, "We have to find her and Y/n."

Newt couldn't agree more, following Thomas's gaze to a door across the room. 

The Lord is faithful, and he will protect you from the evil one. 

2 Thessalonians 3:3