What Ever Happened To Newt? ||The Maze Runner

Chapter 12

Gina was right. By noon, Jett didn't talk to anybody. She nodded a yes or shook her head no at the most. She didn't want anybody to talk to her. Newt left her alone, remembering how Teresa was.

Teresa. That shuck traitor. He couldn't even bare the thought of her and Tommy being a thing. Though he missed her. He missed everybody. He missed Minho, Thomas, Winston, Frypan, Chuck and Ben. His life rotated around those slintheads and he'd lost them all.

He found himself wandering the cabin and exploring the unopened rooms. He noticed how the elders bed's weren't bunk beds and the room only had four beds, figures. The common room that belonged to the kids had five mattresses all evenly spread apart, it had a shelf holding lots of books and a toy chest carrying small nicknacks and toys. The adults room was much like the teenagers room he belonged to. It had six bunk beds instead of four though and it was very crowded but the adults are always busy keeping the cabin safe. Beside the adults room was a locked room that he tried to open, break it almost.

"You don't want to open that kid." Sid startled him.

"Sorry I-" Newt was definitely out of character, he normally would of asked why.

"Don't apologize." Sid told him. "Just don't open it."

Newt gained some courage. "Why?"

"Isn't don't enough for you?" Sid raised her voice.

Newt shook his head and stormed off, feeling curious. He walked into the teenager's room and shut the door, leaning against it. His heart jolted and he felt tears brim in his eyes. He was angry. Newt wanted to punch something and swear at the world.

"Newt?" It was a tiny whisper.

He looked at the bunk bed that belonged to him and Jett. He saw Jett holding her knees together with her arms.

He choked on his words from the lump in his throat, trying not to cry.

"Are you okay?"

Newt nodded and forced the strongest smile he could make.

"No you aren't."

Newt leant his head against the doors wall and slid down against it. "I'm sorry." He mumbled.

Newt hadn't exactly had a second to himself to just let out all he's been through. He didn't get to cry when Chuck died or watch Minho catch on fire. He didn't say anything when he found out he wasn't immune, no he kept it all in and now it was coming out.

He hid his face with his sweaty hands and begged for Jett to leave him alone, but he felt her warm hands tug down his own. She saw his teary eyes.

"Can you tell me what's wrong?" She asked him, her eyes being stained with tears as well.

Newt shook his head, sucking in a huge breath so he wouldn't cry.

"Please?" Jett begged. "Sometimes talking makes you feel better."

Newt denied her request once again. So they sat in silence, side by side. The sound of nothing was soothing and not the slightest bit overwhelming.

Newt spoke up. "I'm from-"

"WICKED, I know." Jett startled him and he looked at her shocked.

"How did you know?" He choked.

"The base of your neck has a tattoo Newt." Jett reminded him of the un-wanted ink he had stained to his skin.

"And when I asked you if you knew anything about WICKED-"

"I said nothing."

"Are you here to take us away? Like how they did once before?" Jett asked him and he felt himself let out a cry.

"Take you away?" Newt gawked. "Shucking hell no!"

"You take the immunes." Jett said. "You buy them and make them do tests."

"How do you know all this?" Newt asked.

"I-" Jett slumped down when someone knocked on the door.

"Jett?" Radar called. "Stevenson has summoned you."

"I'll be right out." She called, forcing her voice steady.

"I'm not from WICKED Jett. I was one of the test subjects, I didn't steal those immunes or buy them. I was one of the stolen immunes. I was forced to do trials for them, I was forced to watch my friends die." He was crying now. "I was such a bloody strong shank. I kept everyone in line."

"How'd you end up here?" By now, Newt knew that Jett had known a lot more about WICKED then she told him.

"They told me I wasn't immune." Newt whispered. "So I left my friends in Denver and lived at the palace, I took off with the cranks, lived with them for a good two weeks. Starved myself and burnt my skin, met this older crank named Josephine who tried to get the crazy cranks to lay off of me." He told her. "I was running with 'em, then a van stopped and I saw him, I saw my friend Tommy jump out and try to take me with him, save me but I turned him down. So I told him to kill me." Newt couldn't believe that he was crying. "I screamed it and he did, the bugger shot with his eyes closed and shot a crank beside me but I went along with it and pretended I was dead and when the van drove away, the cranks kicked me out of the group."

Jett watched him carefully, she nodded at his words and dared to say anything else.

"Group A right?" Jett asked and he nodded.

"How do you know all this stuff?" Newt questioned her, wanting to know all the answers.

"I told you Stevenson helped us, I never told you why we needed help."