The WCKD One (Newt X Reader (Scorch Trials))

It had always been Teresa. She had called in WCKD; told them of our location. My warnings made no difference; I should have told Newt and the others a lot sooner. I blamed myself. But what did that do: What was the point? It was too late now.

We all scattered like rats; rats that WCKD could steal and make their own test subjects. I refused to go back there; never again. I'd never be on their side, not after I found out the truth.
It was difficult to see; the sky was dark, sand particles formed clouds above the ground and the fires shone through in various places. The entire camp was loud with shouting, gunfire, footsteps and vehicles. Someone grabbed my arm and pulled me in one direction, until another person grabbed my other; someone from WCKD. I yelled out in panic and the first person who had pulled my arm stopped - Newt. "Get away from them!" He shouted at the soldier, who was about to shoot him with a Launcher.

"Oh, no you don't," I seethed, pulling a device from my pocket and tossing it at the soldier; it sent flashing-white electric pulses through his body. He fell to the ground, convulsing.

"What was that?" Newt asked.

"Launcher ammo in grenade form - my aim is crap with a gun," I explained. We ran over to Minho:

"Get out of here, go!" He shouted, ushering us out. He was used to this kind of stress - he had been a Runner after all, let alone a victim of WCKD's. We hid behind a crate and watched as Minho was shot with a Launcher. He grunted in pain, convulsing. Thomas ran over to him without a second thought, but couldn't help him when he was dragged away by two WCKD soldiers.

"MINHO! MINHO!" Thomas shouted, his voice hoarse and pained. Jorge had to prevent him from going after his friend. We got to safety, guarded by Jorge's gun, and watched as Minho was dragged onto a Berg. Teresa and Ava Paige stood under the blue-white lighting inside, looking at us with immense disappointment.

"Shuckfaces," I said through gritted teeth, without a care in the world as to whether or not I should have known Glader slang. How could she? "We need to go after them!" I half-expected Minho to say something sarcastic. But of course, he wasn't here. Newt put his arm around me.

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The next morning, we searched through crates and boxes for any cans of food or weapons we could get our hands on. "What do we do?" Frypan asked softly. I could hear the fatigue in his voice. We were all tired - the others a lot more so than I, but we had all suffered due to the Flare and WCKD's wrongdoings thereafter. We were fed up, exhausted, angry. We were disappointed and upset. The Gladers had trusted Teresa, just as they had trusted Janson when they were first brought out of the Maze. This seemed like more of a game for psychopaths than a search for a cure.

"We stick to the plan and get you kids to the Safe Haven," Vince replied. He looked across the camp at the destruction caused; nearly all of his work and progress lost. He'd lost Mary last night, too - a person who only ever wanted to help. "And we start over, I guess." He finished.

Thomas stood up and put a bag over his shoulder, "I'm not going with you."

"What?" Vince asked, looking at him as though he were a fool.

"Thomas looked down at the strap of his bag and adjusted it, "I made a promise to Minho," he looked up at him, "that I wouldn't leave him behind, so I have to go after him." Newt stood up, but it was Vince who replied:

"Hey, kid, look around you, aight? WCKD just kicked our ass." He was right; the entire camp was a burnt, smoky, desolate mess. "You think about where you're headed."

"I'm not asking anyone to come with me," Thomas said softly, throwing his arm up.

"Thomas, listen to me," Newt began, "I've known Minho for... for as long as I can remember. So if there is any way we could help him - trust me - I would be up there standing right next to you. This, what you're talking about, is impossible."

"Especially alone," I added.

"It would be suicide," Jorge continued, approaching with Brenda.

"Maybe," Thomas replied. He was definitely nervous; fidgeting with the strap on his bag. He was one of the most overzealous and ambitious people I'd ever met. Right now, he wanted us on his side, even if he didn't show it. "But I know what I'm supposed to do now," he finished, with more certainty in his raspy voice. I knew he was about to make a speech: one to rile us up and remind us what we were fighting for. "It's not just about Minho, it's about all of us. It's about everyone WCKD's ever taken, everyone they will take: they'll never stop... so I'm gonna stop them. I'm gonna kill Ava Paige." Thomas was a fighter, perhaps, but a killer? Did he even have it in him?

"I have to admit," Harriet began from behind Vince. I turned to look at her, "I'd like some revenge."

"Well, that's a good speech, kid," Vince began, "So what's your plan?" A smile grew on Thomas' face: he'd got us where he wanted us. We were going to get back Minho and our other friends. We were going to stop WCKD. And, what was more is I would finally be able to help. And Newt, who was safe and sound right beside me, would be with me every step of the way.

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AN: I missed out the part where Ava Paige talks to the Gladers before the attack. You can take from that what you will: I'm not going to write it in but if you want to imagine that it still happened, then it's fine. It doesn't really matter.

Also, this is the end of the story, thank you so much for reading it! Once I've finished a few other stories I'm working on (and if people want me to), I'll write a sequel set in The Death Cure. Either way, I hope you enjoyed the story! ♥