"It'll be fine. We just need a little... running start." Thomas says unconvincingly as the four of us look down out of the now- smashed window the boys had just thrown a gas cylinder through in order to break it, which landed loudly in the pool 200 feet below us. My fear of heights starts to catch up with me as I look down at the ground far beneath, my head spinning slightly.
However the whirring of Janson's saw is becoming louder and louder, meaning that they were close to breaking in, and that we had to get out of here.
"Are you sure about this?" I ask Thomas as we all line up a few feet away from the window, ready to plummet into the pool below us.
This has got to be the stupidest plan Thomas has ever come up with. And that's saying something
"Not really." Thomas replies flatly, causing Minho to scoff.
"Great pep talk, Thomas." He says sarcastically.
"Yeah, we're all bloody inspired." Newt comments.
Suddenly, the door slams open, causing us all to snap our heads back. A couple of guards fly through the door from it giving way so quickly, and Janson's eyes light up at the sight of us.
"Ok, let's go go go!" Thomas shouts. I can physically feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins as I sprint towards the open window, and before my instincts tell me not to, my feet leave the ledge.
"THOMASSS!" We all collectively scream as we whiz down towards the pool. My stomach feels as it's in my throat as I soar through the air, my arms and legs flailing around. But before I have the chance to fully register falling, my body makes impact with the icy water of the pool, causing the screams of the boys beside me to instantly cut off.
The freezing water completely blankets me as I sink slowly to the bottom of the dark pool, and for a couple of seconds I forget where exactly I am, but once my senses come back to me, I push up from the pool floor and my head breaks the surface.
"Thomas?" I shout, spinning around in the water to look for the three boys. "Newt? Minho?"
Suddenly, Minho's head breaks the surface a couple of metres away from me, gasping for breath like a fish out of water.
A couple of seconds later Thomas emerges, and so does Newt, who desperately splutters for breath.
I wade over to the blonde boy, wrapping my arm around his waist for support so he doesn't sink under again. His body feels dangerously limp under me, and his face is the colour of a sheet now, the only colour coming from the several purple, thick veins branching across his cheeks.
"Come on, let's get you out of here." I whisper to him, dragging him through the water towards the ledge of the pool.
Thomas and Minho follow closely behind us as Janson stares down at us out the window, to which Thomas raises his gloved middle finger up to him, causing Minho to giggle slightly.
I clamber out of the pool onto the ground and pull Newt out of the water, the combined weight from both our drenched clothes making it a lot harder than it should have been.
"Thomas, out of every plan you've ever had I think that that one was the stupidest one." Minho sighs as he gets out of the pool. "But somehow you managed to make it work."
Thomas laughs lightly, wiping off the excess water droplets hanging on his hair.
"Alright, we better get out of here." I say. "Don't want to be hanging around for too long."
"You're not going anywhere." A gruff voice came from behind us.
Four WICKED guards stood in a sort of semi circle at the top of the concrete steps, each poised with monstrous Launchers that seem to get bigger ever time I see one.
We can't catch a fucking break in this city.
"Stay right there." The man says, slowly advancing towards our group. I can faintly hear the whirring of the electric bolts inside of the Launcher, which sends a chill down my spine.
"Put your hands in the air." One of the other guards demands, waving his launcher at us.
But just as I start to raise my hands, the guard on the far left spins around and fires three shots from his Launcher at the other guards. Each one clamps onto the chest of the men, causing them to cry out in agony as they fall unconscious to the ground.
"What- what the hell?" Thomas says in disbelief.
The remaining guard turns to look at us before taking a couple of steps down the stairs and removing his helmet.
"You guys are nuts." Gally says, dropping his helmet to the floor.
"Oh my god." Minho says breathlessly. "Gally?"
"Hey Minho." Gally says casually, as if they had only seen each other yesterday.
"You're- you're alive?" Minho says, shaking his head in disbelief.
"I'll explain later." Thomas says. "Right now we need to get out of here."
"Good that." Gally nods, spinning on his heel and striding back up the concrete stairs. "Follow me."
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Subject B3 (newt x reader)
FanfictionY/N was in group B, until, just like Group A, WICKED took them out of their maze and brought them to their facility, which they think is a safe place. After her friend Aris works with Group A's leader Thomas to find a way out after they suspect not...
