The One I Love || Newt-TMR

Chapter 71

Third person POV
Every willing person grouped outside of the west door, too frightened to even speak. Rosie was helped out of the infirmary by Thomas and Newt, and carried over to join the group. Everyone was there, which meant it was time to leave.

"Are you sure you guys can handle this?" Minho questioned, referring to Newt's limp and Rosie's stab wound.

"We don't really have much choice, do we?" She gave a weak laugh, void of any humour. Minho nodded, hugging the couple before taking his place at the front of the group. He gave a few words of encouragement, though coming from Minho they weren't all that reassuring.

And then the group took off, in a slow joG they ran through the maze. Rosie gawked at the massive walls coated in ivy, while Newt chose to stare dead ahead. He knew this place all too well, and all it did was bring back painful memories he tried to swallow back, however the pain in his ankle seemed to be heightened there.

It was a struggle for the pair, relying on each other to job, though Newt supported most of their weight. He was strong, so strong, holding Rosie up almost entirely whilst remaining at the same speed as the group, all with a weak ankle. With each step, pain burned through Rosie's leg, the feeling of freshly healed skin tearing and ripping bringing constant tears to her eyes.

After about an hour, with breaks ever now and then, they had arrived at a cross section. Thomas and Minho stopped the group, signalling to be quiet.

"Are there grievers there?" Rosie whispered ever so quietly. Newt could hear the fear in her voice, though she tried to keep a brave front. He simple nodded still staring dead ahead. He walked you to the front, where Thomas quickly took you from him. Immediately, Newt slumped over, exhausted. She felt bad for doing this to him, seeing the fatigue in his body and eyes, which meant he was an easier target.

"What are we going to do?" Teresa questioned, deciding to say it aloud rather than telepathically.

"We need to fight them-" Minho began, however was cut off by Alby's hoarse whisper.

"We need a sacrifice. Maybe if someone is sacrificed, they'll leave like they have every night."

"No way, no one is going to give themselves up for something that may work." Newt argued, frowning.

"I will." Alby blurted out.

"What? Alby no, you can't!" Newts voice cracked, tears welling in his eyes. Rosie's heart ached for the boy.

"Newt, listen. I've seen the world out there. I don't want to live if that's what's behind these walls. You guys may want to escape, try and save the day, but I just can't, Newt. I've accepted this as my fate, and I want to die helping you guys. It's okay, shank," tears welled in Alby's eyes as well, as he brought Newt in for a hug. "You're in command now boy, look after 'em all for me," he murmured in Newts ear.

Rosie's lips quivered, tears staining her dirt ridden cheeks. Alby let Newt go, looking him the eyes one last time with a weak smile. He turned to Rose, a stern look in his eyes like he always used to have.

"I'm sorry for ever being harsh on you, you're a good Greenie." Alby began, pulling her into an embrace. "Look after him for me, will ya?" He whispered in her ear. She gave a node in response, a whimper escaping her lips.

"Minho, keep being the sarcastic little shit you are, you hear me?" Minho nodded, a look of pain and sadness in his eyes. Finally, he turned to Thomas.

"I hope I'm wrong about this world out there, I hope you make it home. Take them home for me." Thomas nodded. "I'll try to hold them off for as long as I can. Goodbye." And with that, Alby stepped out into the opening with a roar as he unsheathed his machete. Newt screamed out, running out after Alby, held back only by Rosie's hand on his hoodie. He was yanked back, dissolving into himself.