Wastelands → Newt [Movie Trilogy]

» "ALTERNATIVE ENDING"

Gunfire echoed around them, the city in chaos as buildings deteriorated around them. The Gladers huddled in an alleyway, propped up on their backs as the chaos emitted around them. But, even with their worry about the city that was currently deteriorating around them, Adeline's mind was more focused on Newt, who had become increasingly worse since he'd told her that he was infected with the virus. Blackened veins spiderwebbed across his neck, some appearing on the side of his face. His teeth was stained black with the blackened blood rising up his throat, causing him to stop and cough it up every now and then. His breathing was short and sharp, his energy evaporating. His consciousness was hardly there, too. He could barely keep his weight when he stood, having to be carried, and his head lolled to the side lazily as he sat there, suffering as the virus ate away at him. But, the worst thing despite all this to Adeline, was his eyes. His big brown eyes were becoming increasingly black each passing minute, and the life was being sucked away from them. But, even as the signs of the virus that was eating away at him, his sanity was still there. Well, for now. Adeline knew it'd only be a matter of time before it goes.

As they sat there, backs propped against a wall in the alleyway, the gunfire echoing around them, Newt still managed to cling to her hand. There was still some of that protectiveness for her in him, even though she'd been more protective since she learned he was sick. The four of them knew that Newt didn't have much time, and after Thomas communicated with Brenda for a while, he knelt in front of Newt, studying the sickened boy, who was growing increasingly worse. His eyes grow sad as he realise how fast this virus has consumed the boy. Then, his eyes meet Adeline's gaze. She'd been pushing his hair away from his face, which had broken out in sweats and had caused it to stick to his forehead. As they exchanged a look, Thomas grimaced. He knew that, although it was heartbreaking for them all, watching the boy suffering like this, it would be hurting her a lot more.

"Minho, you gotta run ahead, grab the serum." Thomas orders. Minho looks at Thomas as if he's insane. "Minho, go."

Minho nodded, glancing back at the boy whose life he had saved that long ago. Minho placed his hand to Newt's shoulder. But, before Minho could go, Newt spoke up, panting through heavy breaths.

"Thankyou. Thankyou, Minho." With his heavy breathing, and his body weakening, Newt managed to get his arm up in order to place his own hand to Minho's shoulder. 

"Just hold on, ya hear me?" Minho pleaded. Newt nodded, but his head lazily lolled to the side. Adeline squeezes the boys hand, and when she looks up again, she finds that Thomas is staring straight at her.

"Adeline, go with them." Thomas ordered, but Adeline shook her head, refusing to leave the boys side. "Please, we don't have time to argue and —"