Maze Runner The Death Cure |Newt x Reader|

Chapter 4~Vince's Speech~

Y/N's POV
I pull the towel down from off the curtain rack. I dry my body as good as I can, reaching for the clothes Newt left for me. I pull on the underwear and bra he left for me first. Then I take a look at the clothes. A short sleeve white shirt and black jeans. My mind is filled with images of his smile. I feel a slight sense of joy that has left me since we failed our mission. I shake my head to loose those thoughts. I guess I'll just have to wait and see what Vince has to say.
       I move the curtain aside as my bare foot steps onto the cold concrete. I use the towel to squeeze any of the access water from my hair. "Feel any better love?" Newt asks walking towards me. "Much cleaner. And these clothes fit me well!" I joyfully reply with a smile. I hold the towel in my hands as he holds out a pair of socks. "Here are these. And your shoes." He adds taking the towel from my arms. I look at him with my eyebrows furrowed. "You know, I'm not completely helpless. I can take care of myself." I laugh slipping on the socks he gave me. "I know. But with all that's happened this morning and everything going on, I figured I'd do something nice." Newt answers setting my shoes on the floor. "Are you not disappointed?" I question him as he shows no sign of sympathy for Minho. "Disappointed?" His head tilts. I sit down on the concrete to put on my shoes. "It took 6 months to put that plan into action and we didn't even get Minho back." I explain tying the laces of my second shoe. I stand up looking up at Newt's face. "You know, that plan wasn't completely a failure. We got all of these people back. Including Aris and Sonya. There will come a time when we can save Minho and I know we will take that chance in a heartbeat. Just have to have some positivity." He speaks as he puts his hand on my face. He smiles. "You never fail to cheer me up." I answer putting my hand on his that's on my face. "Come on now. Vince is getting ready to make his speech." Newt informs smiling.
"Gather around." Vince orders, standing on the risen platform. It looks as if he is on a stage and everyone is gathered around at the end. I stand a distance away from the crowd. I'm alone, watching the others huddle close to Vince. The new immunes, the old members of the Right Army, our group. I stand alone until I feel a presence next to me. I turn my head as Thomas stares ahead. "Don't care to join the others I see?" I question, his eyes meet mine. "You're not exactly one for big crowds either I assume?" Thomas replies before everyone gets quiet. Vince looks at the the faces. The new and old ones. I cross my arms. "We've all been through hell to get here." Vince starts off. Everyone's attention is pulled toward the man who leads us all. "It's not over yet. We caused a big scene to get a lot of you where you are now. Wicked won't stop." He exclaims taking a pause. Letting what he's already said sink into our minds. "They took you because you're immune, to a plague that's wiping out the human race... and they think you're worth sacrificing to find a cure." Vince starts to speak louder. He's not wrong. Wicked's done more harm than good. "Well I don't. Which is why we can't stay here. This sea vessel behind me, in 2 days, will be sea ready. In 2 days, we're getting the hell out of here. Going some place Wicked will never find us!" He shouts with enthusiasm. The crowd cheers in excitement. Everyone claps as some start to chant Vince's name. I glance over at Thomas. I feel my emotions run wild as my head throbs like it's about to explode. Minho put himself at risk to save us. And now... we're leaving. Leaving him.
       The area where Vince gave his speech starts to clear out as some people stay, shouting out questions to Vince as if they are reporters trying to get answers for their blog. In the corner of my eye, Thomas' silhouette disappears. I look over as he turns walking away. "You're not going to do anything!?" I question. He stops in his tracks, his back facing me. "What is there to do?" He sounds hopeless. My heart shatters in disbelief. Everyone else has lost all hope in getting Minho back, Thomas can't possibly be losing hope too. "We can't give up, Thomas. Minho is still out there." I try until he aggressively turns towards me. "You don't think I know that! You don't think I know Minho is out there suffering! I think about it every day of my life! Huh why do you care?! It's not like you knew him very well anyway! His sacrifice probably meant nothing to you!" Thomas shouts at the top of his lungs. I look around as all eyes point in our direction. Thomas angrily runs his fingers through his hair. "If you care about him so much, why don't you go after him yourself! I'm sure you could have a few words with your parents! They could probably help you out with that-!" Thomas yells,stopping himself. It all goes quiet. "Y/N, I didn't-." Thomas starts as I block out what ever he said after that. Ringing fills my ears as I just turn around. My mind isolates itself from every person who tries to talk to me. Brenda, Harriet, Vince,... Newt.
       My thoughts are the only sense of sanity I'm left with. I walk into Vince's tent searching for it. The tan folded piece of paper we used to plan our heist on the Wicked train. The map. I search through his documents when it falls on the floor. I grab it and turn around to see Vince there. Before he could say a word, I put my hand up stopping him. "I'm going to borrow this." I state, I simply walking out. And of course he lets me. Vince has never been a secretive guy. His documents are out for public use. I walk avoiding everyone, making my way to the planing room. I reach the door as I quickly slip inside. The room is dark, so I flip the small switch on the wall. A light flickers on above the table in the middle of the room. I look around, spotting all the objects I can use. I lay the map flat on the oak wood table. My eyes venture the map as I try to figure out why I'm starring at it. My eyes distract themselves as they look at the markings on the map from the train heist. The 6 months of planning that took. That's when it clicked. Quickly, I find the track of the Wicked train we stole from, and I use my finger to follow the tracks to an end point. I open the lid of the marker with my teeth and circle the end point, leaving the lid in my mouth. My eyes widen as I spit out the marker lid, dropping the marker to the ground. All the tracks lead to that end point.
       "There." I say pointing at the circled end point. I look up at the people in the room. Vince across the table from me as he observes my red circle. Thomas, Newt, Harriet, Fry, and Brenda all scattered around the table. "This is why you needed my map? To show me a circle." Vince questions sassily. "No. Just listen. This," I  start pointing at the end point, "it's a few hundred miles. That's it. Based on where all the rail ways go and what Aris told us, they all end right here. It's where they've got to be headed. That's where they've taken Minho." I pause as I feel my heart beat rapidly increase. "We take everyone who can fight, follow the roads where we can, we can make it back within a week." I finish. Vince wipes his face. "A week? It took us 6 months to get here." He argues pointing at our old markings from the heist. "We have over a 100 kids here now. We can't just hide here forever, after what we just pulled?." Vince adds leaning over the table. "You want to just wonder to some random point on the map, you don't even know what's there." Vince finishes. I look down at the map. "I do." A voice says. I turn my attention to the individual's deep voice. Jorge walks in and looks at our huddle. He walks towards the table, "It's been a few years, but I've been there... The Last City." Jorge arrives at the table and points at the map. "It's Wicked's whole base of operations. If that place is still standing... that's the last place you want to go Hermana. That's the lions den." Jorge agrees with Vince as he stands next to him. "It's nothing we've never done before." I argue as Vince puts his finger on the table. "Yea with months of planning, reliable information, the element of surprise... none of which we have right now." Vince snarls. "Vince can you just hear me out, I've thought this through-." I try when Vince's voice grows over me, "Hey! Last time we went off half cocked, I lost everything! Do you remember that?" Vince shouts heavily breathing, sweat dripping down his face. "Look I know it's Minho. But you can't ask me to put those kids on the line, for 1 man... I won't do it." Vince puts up one finger. At this point, I know my plan has been completely shut down. The room goes silent. I look around at everyone. A quiet static voice barely makes its way into my ear. Vince looks down at his belt. His walkie-talkie goes off. But not just any walkie-talkie... the former Wicked walkie-talkie. That means... they're in range. "Shit." Vince states. My eyes widen, "Get the lights!" I order as everyone realizes what's going on. "Let's go, lets go!" Vince yells. Fry rushes over and flips off the big power switch that gives power to the whole camp. Jorge and Brenda run outside to the camp members to issue them into hiding. Vince, Thomas, and I sprint out to the beach. It's dark out now, probably around 10 o'clock. We look out into the distance. The people in the camp start to shout in fear from the lights turning off. It's not long until they go quiet due to Brenda and Jorge. We see two Wicked helicopters using search lights. Searching for us. They are about a mile away from our camp. "Jeez, they're getting close." Vince points out. I look down in realization. "You're right. We can't stay here." I agree. Thomas looks at me and nods, putting his hand on my shoulder in comfort. Vince turns to walk back to camp. As he gets farther, Thomas pats my shoulder. "I'm sorry for what I said. But you know we can't get Minho back." Thomas let's let's out a sigh.