What Ever Happened To Newt? ||The Maze Runner

She couldn't help herself. She engulfed Newt into her arms and patted his back and let him cry. He did too, he cried and whimpered and swore, telling her not to let anyone know about this. She soothed his cries like she did her sister and let him let it out.

"Tell me why you needed help." He asked her.

"This isn't a good time Newt." She moved away from him."

"Please." He demanded.

Jett closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "She was a clever doctor she was."

"Who was a clever doctor?" Newt questioned, suddenly becoming for fretful and inpatient.

"My mom was smart and determined, she always knew the right answers to my science homework or the daily double science questions on Jeopardy. When it all broke out, WICKED was formed and she was recruited. The test trails started, the mazes set up but what was left?" Jett shook her head as if trying to get a dark memory out. "Test subjects, they needed test subjects. So she volunteered my sister and I. I was thirteen then and Kelsey was four, four! She volunteered us out of all people, her own children. The president of WICKED just wouldn't take a four year old but I was old enough but I didn't want to go. So I ran, I took Kelsey with me and I ran."

"Then what happened?"

"For three days we didn't eat and stayed hidden inside a car that smelt like smoke. Stevenson came to hot wire the car and found us." Jett told him, making Newt cringe. "And he saved us. One of the reasons why I don't like being called by my first name or nickname, because my mom chose my first make while my dad chose my middle."

"What happened to your-"

Jett interrupted him. "He died a year after Kelsey was born."

"I'm so sorry." Newt shuffled beside Jett and hugged her.

"Don't be, I should be sorry for you."

"Can I ask now?" Newt questioned. "Your first name?"

"It's Claire, my nickname was Cj." Jett told him. "Claire Jett Wright."

Gunshots.

Five gunshots, followed by several screams.

"Cranks!"

Jett and Newt fell to the ground.

Shuffling outside the hallway.

More gunshots.

Jett crouched down and opened the door a creak, only to see the eyes of a dead body, it was Chrissy.

"Look under my pillow." Jett whisper-screamed and Newt darted to her pillow, only to find a gun.

He passed it to her and leant down beside her, making eye contact with the dead body. "Is she deceased?"

"Yes." Jett didn't want it to be true but Chrissy was dead.

Gunshots.

"Follow me." Jett swung open the door and carried herself down the empty hallway.

She turned her head around the corner, to overlook the bottom floor. Cranks, dead cranks and dead people. She fired her head back from the scene.

Amongst the dead people was Jackson, the boy Newt helped wash dishes earlier that day.

"Come on." Jett tip-toed towards the door Sid told Newt not to open.

"I thought we couldn't open this door." Newt said but quickly regretted it.

"It might be our best chance." Jett placed her hand on the usually locked knob, only to find it surprisingly opened.

She raised her gun up as she opened the door.

"Josephine?"

"Newt?"

Two hands reached for Newt and Jett and pulled them inside the usually locked door, closing tightly behind.

"Now look what you've done." Josephine groaned in the darkness. "You blew out the candle."

Josephine struck a match and brought it to the candle she had lit. The small room blossomed in light and Jett could see clearly now. The crowded room had this women, Kelsey, Radar, Newt and herself.

"Who the hell are you?" Jett almost screamed but Radar covered her mouth, making her words come out as a quiet mumble.

"That's Josephine." Newt said, still completely shocked.

"The one that kicked you out?"

"Hey!" Josephine objected. "I tried."

"Not the time." Radar interrupted. "We need to find a way out."

"This is a way out." Jett moved towards the back of the small, windowless room. Feeling for a lever, a secret door, opening something with a loud click.

"Where does it lead?" Newt asked, aiding Kelsey was had tripped in all the commotion and cut her chin.

"I don't know." Jett looked up at Newt. "We never explored it."

"We need a plan of attack." Radar suggested.

"No, why is this crank in here?" Jett hissed at Josephine.

"I'm helping." Josephine smirked.

"I have a plan." Newt spoke up. "Josephine and Jett can lead people in here, while I stay here and tell people where the tunnel goes and Radar and Kelsey can get a head start."

"Sounds good to me." Josephine shrugged.

"To you? Do we even trust this crank?" Jett asked.

"Not the time to argue sweetie."