A Crank Called Newt

* PLEASE GO TO THE BOTTOM OF THE CHAPTER WHERE THE SPOILERS FOR THIS CHAPTERS ARE. IF YOU DO NOT READ THEM, YOU WON'T UNDERSTAND THIS STORY. Probably. (EVIL LAUGH) *

Authors Note: I do NOT own these characters, nor The Maze Runner series.

This is my first fanfiction, so please excuse my grammar...and English if that bothers you :) I live in South Korea, and The Death Cure was released on 17th January here! Yay! (happy claps) This is probably the world's first TDC movie fanfic. (or isn't it? I have no idea)

MAYJOR SPOILER ALERT: THIS FANFICTION IS BASED ON THE TDC MOVIE, SO IT'S 100% SPOILERS. DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE MOVIE.

Okay, so I simply hated Newt beep (whispers) in The Death Cure movie, so I wrote this fanfic to save broken souls of fans of our beloved Newt. Enjoy!

Chapter One - Reunion

While they were racing for their lives in the corridor, Thomas felt his friend's condition not only to be worsened but on the edge of collapsing. He was keeping his pace steady but his eyes were dull, unfocused. His feet kept missing a step, although he was trying to ignore it. The heavy limp he had since the Maze seemed to be on a rapid worsening. Thomas knew Newt was overworking himself. To save Minho, their friend suffering from who-knows-what, they had successfully sneaked into the goddamned city.

Thanks to Gally's help invading was easier than he thought it to be, but heaps of running and jumping around were challenging enough to tire both of them out. Newt hadn't said a word since they got on this floor, the bottom level 3. Thomas, himself, was not in a mood to have a chirpy little chit-chat. A stupid brain of his kept on squirming and throbbing, full of thoughts of Newt's infection and Minho's rescue plan. The reminiscence of Newt showing his arm covered in black veins replayed on Thomas's mine for a fiftieth time, making him glance at his quiet friend. Thomas was the only one who knew that Newt had been infected, so he knew he should be responsible for it. But whenever he tried to go near his friend bullets zapped and threatened him not to.

Magically, they were dodging every single bullet. Thomas and Newt turned left, Thomas bumping in the grey concrete wall in a rush. Now dozens of soldiers were frantically chasing them, rifles and who-knows-what type of guns clutched in their hands. Thomas roughly pushed hectic nurses and scientists aside, not caring whether they swore or shrieked. Some got hit by soldiers on their own side, once again falling hard on the floor, squealing. Thomas hesitantly looked back, only to see twentyish furious soldiers and Rat Man on their heels.

Suddenly, boisterous pop echoed behind them and it was the moment Thomas decided to turn to the right. Newt followed shortly after him.

"Duck!"

Thomas yelled, grasping Newt's shoulder and tugging him down. He immediately obeyed, letting his knees buckles and slide on the ground. Thomas craned his neck to see the savagery guards and soldiers holding out the electric shotgun, their ebony masks staring directly at them. Some were keeling down while others lined up behind them, making a human barricade. Rat Man barked orders through the radio, spitting when he did not receive a positive answer.

Eventually, he threw it angrily across the hallway, murmuring something furiously. A bulky man in the soldier uniforms approached the Rat Man and stated robotically.

"The subjects have escaped, sir. Should we send patrols after them?"

So they made it.

Brenda and Gally succeeded in taking the kids, the Immunes, away from this Wicked's compound, probably leading them to the bus. The Rat Man agitatedly ordered a couple of soldiers to go support the troops, cursing for the earth's sake.

Thomas felt his nervousness slide away a little, even though they still hadn't found Minho. At least they accomplished one thing. He heard Newt sigh in relief, grinning when he felt Thomas's eyes on him.

"It's almost over, Newt," Thomas told him assuringly, earning another grateful smile that plainly calmed him down. He glared at the remaining soldiers, still pointing the guns at their direction. "Now how the shuck do we get rid of those."

Thomas watched motionlessly as more guards appeared, now holding various unrecognizable weapons - a stick, a gun, and a net? He felt so ridiculous and defeated at the same time. His head spun, trying to plan out the nest possible action. However, even before he could act, a hand had already found the grenade from the pocket of a paralyzed guard laying in front of them.

Without hesitation, the hand clicked it on and hauled it towards the Rat Man and his 'servants', and it shortly exploded, sending electric waves and paralyzing them. Newt opened his eyes wide as if he didn't expect it to succeed, massaging his hand.

"Nice job, Newt. Let's go." Thomas patted on his friend's shoulder, again earning a small friendly grin while falling into a dash.

Lights were flickering. Sirens were shrilling. People were running. The world was spinning.

Thomas could clearly hear Newt's strained breaths and laboured footfalls, similar to himself. Newt was surprising keeping up, showing no sign of infections. Well, it could just be unseen because of the flickering lights but Thomas was almost convinced that Newt would be just fine. No soldiers were now chasing them but they had to keep running, they weren't certain about Minho's current location. Thomas kept calling out his missing friend's name, pricking his ears as if there would be a returning answer. Failing his anticipation no replies came, making nerves creep over him. The boots collided with the frigid marble floor, the sound of it being buried but the murderous shrieks of the Cranks trapped in the glass containers. They were reacting to the sirens, banging their fists into the glass, doing their best to break out and devour human flesh.

Thomas ignored them though, only focusing on finding Minho. Where the shuck was he?

He made a quick turn to the right but halted abruptly. Newt nearly crashed into him, tilting his body just an inch from crashing. A bullet hole was aimed at Thomas, its icy metallic surface pressing against his sweaty forehead. Newt took a step back, but soon the soldier threatened him he was going to shoot Thomas if he moved an inch. The soldier mumbled something into the radio, receiving robotic answers and nodding.

Thomas desperately searched for something, anything. His pupils darted to the ceiling, the walls, the floor - practically everything. Newt, too, was scanning the area, biting his lips slightly.

Then, out of nowhere, a black-haired boy emerged and planted his feet on the man's chest, effectively sending him flying away from the two. The Asian boy did not stop there, punching the man square in the face then lifting him high, throwing him with all his might. The man had been thrown weightlessly and shattered the glass, rolling on the floor unconscious and unmoving. The Asian shouted on top of his lungs as if to celebrate his victory until he turned to face the Thomas and Newt.

"The shuck."

Alrighty - liked the story? One review means a lot to me, so please review! If you hated the spoilers, I would really like to apologize, but I have warned you! I am a fan of whump stories, hurt/comfort, so please, I'm calling all the whump-lovers. :D

-Major spoiler alert! Read this part before reading my fanfic.

Minho gets kidnapped by Wicked at the end of the Scorch Trials, and Thomas and Newt set off on a journey to find him. Thomas, Newt, Frypan, Brenda, Jorge go to the basement of the Wicked, the last city of civilization. Minho is in there for sure, and the group approach the walls, unconsciously entering a village of poor, not-immune people. There, they get kidnapped by the Right-Arm, a large group of people who fight against the Wicked. Their ultimate goal is to colonize the city and kill everyone in Wicked. Gally's alive and he's one of the Right Arms, and he helps Thomas and Newt to sneak into the city. There, Thomas and Newt use Teresa to sneak into the Wicked's basement. This story is set off from this point when Thomas and Newt are in the building searching desperately for Minho, while Brenda and Frypan go to rescue other Immune subjects. - Well, this is just a simple summary. You'll understand everything after you see the movie.

And what's that beep word above? You won't be happy to hear it. Newt dies.

Well, I have given you a warning! TBC, broken souls :')