Subject B3 (newt x reader)

Chapter 37

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"You ready?" Thomas asks me, keeping a grip around Teresa's arm as we hide behind a building in the city, the WICKED headquarters right around the corner. Citizens of the city bustle around us, not even given us a second look because to them, we're just another set of WICKED guards.

"Yeah. Let's just do this." I gulp. I can feel my pounding heartbeat in my ears, and my hands starting to become clammy under my gloves.

"Alright." Thomas nods, pulling his WICKED uniform helmet down over his head. "Let's go."

I pull mine down as well and follow the boy as we step out from behind the building and walk swiftly towards the towering WICKED facility, Teresa strutting a few inches in front of us, despite Thomas clinging onto her arm so she doesn't try anything.

I walk as tall and as confidently as I can to try and look like a real WICKED guard, looking straight ahead through the mesh eye-pieces of my helmet.

Thomas loosens his grip on Teresa as she strides towards the front doors of the building, looking back at the two of us quickly before pressing her thumb against the panel. A green light flashes on the panel, and the door clicks open.

The material of my trousers make a swish swish noise as I walk along the shiny floor of the ground floor, Teresa and Thomas only a few centimetres in front of me. All around us our WICKED staff members rushing about, and a few guards dressed are dotted around the floor, but no one even glances in our direction.

Except for one.

I watch as Newt swiftly walks over to us, dressed in his dark red WICKED uniform. He stops in front of us, and gives us a quick nod to indicate it's him, before falling into step beside me as we turn a corner into the next corridor.

About halfway down the corridor, I see in my peripherals Gally in his own uniform walk along side us through the glass wall separating us, and once the wall ends he steps onto our side and leads us down the corridor to the next door, gripping his launcher tightly.

Teresa steps forward once again and presses her thumb against the panel, and leads us through the door to a set of metal stairs, one set going up and the other going down to the basement floor.

"This way!" Thomas says, rushing up the flight of stairs. I swing my launcher over my shoulder and quickly follow the boy with the rest of the group. But Newt starts to fall behind us, breaking into hoarse coughs.

"Newt?" I say, turning around and running back down the stairs to the boy. He removes his helmet, and my eyes widen under my own helmet at the sight of his face. It gleams with sweat under the fluorescent lighting, and his skin's turned a sickly white colour with his pupils extremely dilated.

"I'm fine." He croaks, coughing into his elbow. "Keep going."

"I'm not leaving you behind." I say. "That's not the plan."

He offers me a weak smile before getting out one last cough, before putting his helmet back on.

"Wait wait!" I hear Gally shout from the flight above us. "I could use this for Lawrence."

"Ok, let's go." I say, taking hold of Newt's hand and pulling him up the stairs to the others.

Gally fumbles around in some sort of fuse box attached to the wall while Thomas speaks into his walkie talkie to check on Brenda and Fry's situation. Teresa sits on the bottom step, frowning up at Gally.

"Ok, Brenda and Fry are all good." Thomas announces, but the sound of Newt's coughing drowns out his voice.

I turn around to look at the boy as he pushes my hand away to use both hands to steady himself on the railing, breaking into coughing that was worse than last time. He removes his mask and drops it on the floor next to him as he continues to hack and cough violently over the railing, so much so that I think he's going to vomit any second.

Teresa's face falls as she looks at Newt, her lips slightly parted with concern. The boy leans up from the railing and for a split second meets her eyes, before throwing his head over the side of the railing and bursting out into another fit.

It's getting worse.

"I'm fine." He splutters. "I'm fine. Let's- let's just keep going." He reaches down and picks up his helmet, pulling it back over his sweaty face.

"We're nearly there Newt." Gally reassures him, hooking up the final piece of his weird contraption before slamming the fuse box door shut. "Just a few more flights to get to the serum."

"Will you be able to manage that?" I ask.

"Yeah. I'll be fine." Newt croaks. "I'll be fine."

I don't believe that.

"Good that. Let's get going." Gally nods, yanking Teresa up from the step and pulling her up the stairs, with Thomas quickly following behind.

"Alright, let me help you." I say to Newt, snaking my hand around his waist and beginning to pull him up the stairs.

"Y/N, I don't need your help." Newt protests, weakly trying to push my arm away. "I can walk by myself."

"I don't believe that." I say, tightening my grip and heaving the boy up the last few flights of steps. He tries to protest a little more, but once he realises that I'm not letting go, he finally accepts defeat and lets me help him.

After a couple of minutes we finally reach the others, who stand by a pair of double doors at the top of the stairs. Thomas has his launcher ready to fire as Teresa hovers her thumb over the panel.

"This is the place?" Gally asks the girl, pointing towards the doors.

"Yep." She replies simply. "This is where Minho's been kept."

"Alright," Thomas nods, pointing his launcher at the door as I get my own weapon ready. "Let's go."