Remembrance (Newt X Reader)

Chapter 28~ Five Seconds And Counting

"How much time is left?"

"Four minutes." You sighed heavily, shifting higher up on the wall again. Your tank top was now completely drenched and was sticking your skin. You shivered and wrapped your arms tightly around yourself.

"We're getting out of here right?" you asked in a quiet voice. Newt sighed and squeezed your shoulder tighter.

"Of course we are. They wouldn't do all this and then just bloody leave everyone sitting in dark wet coffins in the end. There's a purpose for all of this."

He sounded so sure. And you wanted to believe him, you really did.

"I really missed you guys," you said after another long pause. Minho chuckled.

"We missed you too, little lady."

"It's weird... when I was down in the Maze, I felt like... I'd known everyone for a long time, even though I know I've never met any of you in my life."

"Well... maybe you did," Newt muttered thoughtfully. You raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

"WICKED wiped all of our memories, right?"

"Yeah..."

"So there's a good chance we'd all known each other before the Maze."

"That's a scary thought," Minho said. "I wonder-" But the rest of his words were drowned out by a deep humming. It grew steadily louder until you could feel it with every inch of your shaking body. The pod shook too, and you clutched the sides, reaching out for Newt's hand.

"What's that?" Your words were barely heard over the noise.

"We're going to lift the lid up!" Minho shouted, sloshing around in the water until his hands were on the ceiling again. You stood up with Newt and raised your arms above your head, the pain in your shoulder numbing with the cold. You cursed under your breath and shifted over so Newt could stand up next to you.

"Ready? One, two three-" You all lifted upwards with so much force that the lid came flying off, the wind carrying it a good few feet before it fell to the ground. As you glanced around, you were pelted with big raindrops and gusts of wind with unbelievable strength.

Hovering in front of you, about thirty feet from the ground, was a giant... helicopter?

The word Berg came to mind.

The giant metal ship was flashing brightly colored lights, plenty visible through the wind and rain. Thrusters on the bottom shot up blue-hot flame, and it continued to lower itself to the ground, sending up large sprays of dust and water.

"Time's up!" Minho shouted through the noise, and you glanced over to see him staring at his watch incredulously. You looked up again to see the Berg touching down with giant metal claws and grasped the sand, the hollow belly of the thing swinging slowly open. In that second, you knew immediately what you had to do, and you tuned to Newt, who nodded at you, probably thinking the exact same thing.

You jumped into action, momentarily forgetting all about your shoulder as adrenalin filled your veins and pushed you forward, Newt and Minho quickly following. As you scrambled to get to the Berg, you tripped and fell face-first into the mud. You pushed yourself up again, spitting the stuff out and planting your feet on solid ground again.

Newt and Minho had jumped out and were now running next to you, faces scrunched up against the pelting rain. The doorway, now a gaping, well-lit hole in the ship, was completely opened, and dark figures with guns stood on the edge of the platform, making no move to run and help the struggling Gladers.