#wickedisgood

At least you hope they are.

Not that you would blame them if they did leave you here. Jorge and Brenda always air in the side of caution and risking everyone’s lives for one person isn’t worth it.

To them at least.

You know Newt wouldn’t let them leave you here. Or Minho. Or Thomas for that matter.

Pain sprouting across your face as a fit connects with your cheekbone, stops you from your mental spiral. Rat Man’s face blurry face is all you can see as you feel his fingers bruise your jawline.

“Where is the Right Arm?”

You make it seem like you’re going to answer, but instead you spit blood in his face and smile.

“Go to hell.”

You get a quiet satisfaction as his look of disgust, but you don’t expect the double blow to your face. The last thing you see is Rat Man standing above you as he lands another kick to your ribs and your vision goes black.

NEWT

The only thing in Newt’s mind is you.

He hasn’t paid any attention to anyone since they broke back into the W.I.C.K.E.D compound. Rushed everyone through the rescuing Teresa because the only thing he cares about is having you back in his arms.

He knew he was being a bit rude to everyone, but he didn’t care. Newt’s foot slams into the metal door, causing it to fly open as its hinges groan in protest but he rushes inside to only find an empty room.

“This one’s empty!” He shouts, turning back to the corridor.

“This one is too,” Minho practically running into Newt as he leaves another room.

He claps his hand on Newt’s shoulder and nods, “We’ll find her dude.”

“I hope so,” Newt mutters as they continue down the hall. “Really don’t want to have to murder Thomas.”

Minho shakes his head and grins, “Don’t worry. We’ll get your girlfriend back so we get nice friendly Newt again.”

Before Newt can respond, Teresa’s voice calls from the end of the hall, “You guys over here!”

Blood rushes to Newts ears, adrenaline pumping through his veins as he and Minho run to where her voice came from. Crashing into the room he expected to see you, but instead it was just a room with a whole wall covered in screens.

Disappointment creeps his way up his neck but so does the guilt. Some boyfriend he is.

His sulking doesn’t last long as everyone crowds around Teresa who is pointing at a screen in front of her.

“Look, right there. That has to be her.” Teresa says looking at Thomas.

Newt shoulders his way between Frypan and Minho, and his heart drops.

There you were in one of the rooms, tied to a chair. Rat Man was standing in front of you, caging you in the chair as his hands lay on your forearms. Blocking their view of your face but who else could it be.

Everyone jumps when Rat Man’s hand flies and lands a hard slap to your cheek and Teresa lets out a quiet sob.

“What room is that?” Thomas asks, shaking Teresa. “Teresa!”

It takes her a second to respond but as soon as she does, Newt is already out the door.

He didn’t even hear what all Teresa said. Two floors down. And that’s all he needed to know. He was going to make sure Rat Man pays for laying his hands on you like that.

READER

“C’mon Y/N. Just tell me what I want to know and all this can stop.” Rat Man smirks, shaking his hand out to his side.

Yet, all you do is glare at him.

There was no way in hell that you were going to tell him anything and give up your friends like that. You’d take a thousand more hits if it meant your friends were safe.

“Always have been selfless. Ever since you went up in that maze.” Rat man shakes his head, “your file was the most impressive out of everyone in your maze. Quick to think. Good at problem solving.”

Rat man lists off things on his fingers before he stops in front of you again and gets in your face.

“It’s a tragedy you aren’t immune like the others.”

The words make your heart fall to your stomach, but you keep your face emotionless.

“Go screw your self.”

NEWT

The group crashes down the last stairwell. Ignoring the pain lancing up his bad leg, he practically hurls himself off the last two stairs. Following Minho and Thomas down the hallway to the room you were in. Slowing once they got to the last turn.

Minho takes a peek around the corner to check for guards, and turns back to everyone.

“There’s six guards. Frypan. Aris. You’re with me. We’ll take them out while Newt and Tommy go get Y/N.”

The boys nod and Thomas counts to three. Minho, Aris and Fry go out first and Newt can hear the guards surprise. Thomas and him follow a few seconds later.

Running past the fallen guards, Newt scoops down and grabs a keycard from the vest. Throwing it to Thomas, who slams it to the scanner and the door beeps as it unlocks.

Newt and Thomas shoulder their way into the room, and point their guns at Rat Man. Newt barely listening to what they are saying to one another, his gaze flicking to you. Trying to look around Rat Man so he can see you.

“Newt! Go!”

He doesn’t even see what Thomas does, just hears the sound of his and Rat Man’s body hit the floor as he rushes over to you. Concern rushing through his body as you don’t move.

Sliding on his knees, his hands are you on you in a flash. Going for the restraints but giving up with how tight they are. Instead he places his shaky hands on your face, lifting gently to have you look at him.

He stops breathing when he sees how bad you had gotten beaten. Your face covered in different stages of bruises. New ones sprout over the old ones in mixes of purple and blues and yellow. Masking the small trickle of blood that flows from your nose and your temple and the cut beneath your eye.

“Y/N. My love. You gotta wake up. We’re going to get you out of here.” Newt whispers, stroking your cheek as gently as he could. Pleading to himself that you would wake up.

It takes a moment, but eventually your beautiful eyes open and land on Newts face. Your right eye is practically swollen shut, but his heart stops when he sees that faint twinkle of recognition in them.

“About time you showed up.” You whisper, wincing as the split in your bottom lip moves.

“Sorry love. I would’ve been here a lot faster if they hadn’t put you in the V.I.P suite.” Newt jokes and his chest warms as a small smile cracks across your face.

His hands instantly start undoing the ropes binding your wrists to the chair. Being as gentle as he can once he sees the bruises blossoming along your arms as well. Shoving his anger down as best as he can.

He has you back that’s all that matters.

Newt is gentle helping you get out of the chair, throwing your arm over his shoulder and adjusting your weight against him. He realizes how bad you’re leaning against him and makes sure you’re okay before moving.

Once he gets you out of the room, Minho and Frypan rush over to help but Newt glares at them.

“Don’t. I got her. Let’s just get her out of here.”

“Geez alright.” Minho throws his hands up in surrender, but glances at you. “You look like clunk, Y/N.”

“Thanks Min I appreciate that.” You grumble sarcastically.

Newt helps you adjust one more time, trying to figure out what is hurting you most. But as soon as Thomas comes out he is already moving you to follow the group.