TITANIUM || The Death Cure ? Newt [3]

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People that weren't taken by W.I.C.K.E.D. helped build a new sanctuary far by the coastline. It was temporary, of course. At least until we could get everyone back. After all, six months is a long time to build a new life for one another. We grew our own food, began to work on getting a rusted ship fixed for sailing to the safe haven, and looked out for one another. We call it our temporary safe haven, and W.I.C.K.E.D. hasn't found us. We wanted to keep it that way.

Of course, we still thought about our friends that were taken. Every single day, we learned. We trained. We were finding ways to get everyone back safely. We risked getting information on W.I.C.K.E.D.'s patterns, learned their routine, found out what they did on a daily basis. Tomorrow, we were going to catch a train. Vince, the founder of The Right Arm was willing to do it.

After I was done eating Frypan's delicious cooking, I went back to the boat to get some rest. Everybody that wanted to come along on our mission was going to get up and leave first thing in the morning to save Minho and other kids that are immune to the virus. That was what I was worried about; I had doubts that we were going to be successful. I was worried that we were going to fail and get taken, or worse, get killed. It was a suicide mission, but I would die trying to save the ones I love.

Luckily, there wasn't anyone around to watch me change; I still felt self conscious about the way my body looked. When I got changed into my pajamas, I heard a soft knocking at the door.

"Come in," I said just as I pulled a tank top over my head.

The person that came in was Newt, and I smiled once my eyes landed on him. He looked so handsome just standing there with his shaggy blond hair that fell perfectly into his soft brown eyes. I went up and kissed him, slowly and passionately.

"Hey," I whispered when we broke apart. "What are you doing here?"

"I was just coming to check on you," Newt replied with his husky British voice. "How are you holding up?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know, the mission tomorrow?" He limped over to my hammock and sat down in it. I noticed that the way he walked was getting better.

When we first arrived at The Right Arm, Newt told me the story of how he broke his leg. When he first came in the Box in the Glade, he was scared. He didn't want to be there, so he tried committing suicide by jumping off the wall in the Maze. The vines that were there caught him and snapped his leg in three different places. Alby, who was first-in-command, found him unconscious and brought him back. I'm really grateful that he didn't die, because those vines might've been the only thing that saved his life that day.

"Oh, that," I said while rubbing my arms. "I don't know."

Newt glanced up at me, then patted the empty space next to him. I went over to sit by him, and when I did, he reached for my hand and held it. One of the many things I loved about him was that he knew me well enough to hear my thoughts. He instinctively knew if something was wrong, and he would try to fix it.

He didn't have to ask me what was wrong, I simply said, "I'm really worried, Newt. I'm worried we're going to screw up, or that I might screw up. We have one chance to save Minho and I need to make sure I won't get everybody killed or-"

Newt cut me off by placing his lips to mine. A wave of reassurance swept over me, making me calm down. After a few seconds, he departed and looked into my eyes.

"You're overthinking this. I mean, I'll admit, I am a bit worried myself. But I want to focus on what the good outcome will be."

"Which is what?" I asked curiously.

"That we're going to get everyone back. We're going to live a peaceful life, far away from W.I.C.K.E.D. And we'll be able to walk on the beach together." Newt gave me a little smile, and I smiled back. "I promise, Rosalee. We're rescuing Minho, and we will succeed."

I took a deep breath before letting it go. I glanced at my lover and caressed his jaw with my hand, amazed by how sharp it was. I kissed him on the cheek.

"What would I do without you?" I asked with a smile on my face.

"I think you still would've been fine, even if you've never met me."

I wrapped my arms around his neck and looked into his eyes. I could feel my pupils dilate as my vision became more clear as I focused on him. The one person that has stuck through all of it with me and my friends.

"See, this is what I love about you. You always reassure me that everything will be fine and make me feel okay."

Newt hummed as he swept my hair out of the way and leaned in to kiss my neck. I couldn't help letting out a small sigh.

"Well, I'm glad it satisfies you," he said jokingly.

"I love you."

He wrapped his arms around me, sending shivers down my spine and kissed my forehead.

"I love you, too," he replied.

We brought our lips together again, and we didn't break apart. Fire was coursing through my veins, and my heart was fluttering with energy. Newt suddenly pulled me down into the hammock and started smothering me with kisses. I giggled at the sudden change, but I liked it. His confidence was building each time we went to kiss deeper. Tonight however, was no exception. He kissed me all over: My forehead, cheeks, lips, jaw and neck. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him, as if this was our last night on earth. We both fell asleep together, preparing for the big day that was about to come.

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Kind of a short (but cute) chapter, but we all know the most epic scene of the movie is about to come. Stay tuned for that!