Happy Endings... - Newt x Reader | Book 3

Chapter 17

I look at Newt, the blonde slightly towering over the two other boys as he's the tallest in our little group. He looks at me with a huge smile as we return our gaze to our best friend.

Minho looks at all of us, catching his breath. "Is this real?"

"Yeah," I answer, feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes. "It's real, man."

Suddenly, men appear from behind us and we all remember the situation we're in. We dart down the hall, coming across more men. My feet keep sliding across the floor every time we come to a sudden stop, and I have to basically throw my legs out to get myself to turn. We rush into a room as Thomas shuts the door behind us. We've ditched our stun guns by now so there was no way to defend ourselves. Thomas, Newt and I have our handguns but Thomas is almost out and ours are still in their holsters. No time to reach for them while we're running and taking random sudden turns.

Thomas locks the door as we back away, the four of us lining up as we take a quick glance at the small entrance.

"Newt, come on," Minho tells the boy as they run towards a shelf and knock it over in front of the door. I look around, trying to find any way we can get out of this mess.

"You just had to choose the one room that only had one exit," I groan, looking at Thomas.

"Well there was no way for me to know, Clem," the boy tells me, a frustrated tone in his voice as we all try finding a way out. Suddenly, sparks start flying from the door as we realize they're quickly finding a way in.

Newt grabs ahold of my hand and intertwines our fingers. I look at the boy, and he just continues to look worse and worse. His skin is just pale and eyebags are forming beneath his chocolate eyes. The brown orbs that once had a twinkle in them now look so dull. I notice faint, black veins start spreading up the side of his neck, and it shoots a shock of pain throughout my whole body.

"Any ideas," Minho shouts at Thomas, as we all turn to look at the boy staring out the window.

The brunette turns to look at us, hesitant on responding. "...Maybe."

Minho and Thomas pick up one of the tanks in the room and throw it out the window. We all gather around as we watch it hit the big pool of water below us, making a big splash as it lands.

"Okay," Thomas lets out. "It's doable. We just need a little running start."

We all back up, side by side as we face the shattered window. Newt's grip on my hand tightens as I stand between him and Thomas.

"You sure about this," Minho asks hesitantly.

Thomas jumps up and down, shaking his head as if he's psyching himself up for what we're about to pull. "Not really."

I glare at the boy, "Nice pep talk."

"Yeah," Newt mutters. "We're all bloody inspired."

Just then, the door bursts open and our heads shoot behind us as we watch Janson and some soldiers pour in. Now or never.

We immediately start running towards the window without a second thought. My hand remains in Newt's as we jump, the feeling of falling sending a weird sensation over my body.

We all scream and shout as we fall, and I feel my stomach fly to the top of my body. The feeling is exhilarating but terrifying all at the same time. I look towards Newt as our hands break away from each other, and before I know it, I'm inside the water.

The harsh impact of hitting the water hurt briefly, but it went away just as quickly. My feet hit the bottom of the pool, and I push myself upwards. I finally reach the surface and gasp for air as my head emerges from the water. My hands rush to my face to wipe the water out of my eyes as I open them, frantically looking around for Newt. The boy appears right beside me as Thomas and Minho emerge from the water as well.

We all look at each other, relief written all over our faces. All of us begin swimming to the land. Newt gets out of the water before I do, and helps me up onto the concrete. Just as we all get out of the water and catch our breaths, the sound of guns cocking and electricity whirring sounds from behind us. We all turn, noticing the group of W.C.K.D. soldiers coming right for us. A voice shouts at us, telling us to stay where we are.

"You've gotta be kidding me," Thomas mumbles.

The voice continues to shout at us, giving us orders which none of us follow. But something about the voice sounds familiar.

Suddenly, the man of the voice turns and shoots at all the other soldiers, stunning them and taking them out. We all look at each other confused. The man runs towards us and pulls off his mask, revealing Gally.

"You're one crazy shank, Gally," I tell the boy as the tension releases from my body.

"I can say the same about you guys," the boy simply says as he looks up at the tall building we jumped from and returns his gaze to us.

"Gally?" Minho looks at the boy, confused and trying to piece everything together. I had forgotten that he doesn't know everything about Gally yet.

"Hey Minho," the boy greets him. He then walks off, leading the way. Minho continues to stare at him as if he's seeing a ghost... which technically he is.

"We'll explain later," I tell Minho as I run off, following behind Gally as sirens blare all around us.