Minor spoilers for The Fever Code.

Pop!

The sound of a gun shot.

Newt felt everything, then nothing at once.

All of his rage, all of his anger, everything, gone. After he bundled everything inside of him for so long - depression in the Glade, confusion in the Scorch, anger in the Crank Palace - it felt good to feel nothing again. Like he was floating in the sky, blowing with the wind.

It was like he was back home, perfectly safe. Like he was five again, cradled in his mother's arms with his dad behind him, his dog running around, and his sister, Lizzy, who was two years younger, next to him. It felt like everything was fine. Before the Cranks, before the Maze, before WICKED, before the Flares. Before everything horrible happened, when the world took things for granted.

Before fresh water was something that people fought over because it was so rare and canned foods were the favorite thing to eat. When you could walk down the street without the fear of being jumped on by something that was barely half human.

Newt felt like Newt again. The Newt that wasn't actually named Newt. When he didn't have the Flare eating his brain and there wasn't people watching every move he did just for some cure that was never going to happen.

Newt felt fine.

"Thanks, Tommy."

Tada! How was this story? It's now finished!

James Dashner did say that Newt gets reincarnated into Thomas's talking pet parrot when the four living Gladers make it to 'Paradise'. :D

Four. Oh, my. Gally, Minho, Frypan, and Thomas. Well...

I hope this small ending chapter makes you feel a bit better because Newt is finally free.

Anyways, its finished now! I really hoped you enjoyed it. It was fun to write out and make into a story.

What do you think? Comments are really appreciated.

Thanks for reading my lil' short-story!

C'ya later.

~fxreflies