ALEX'S POV
Alex and Minho had been running for what felt like forever. They had to be close to the exit.
Minho knew his way around, Alex couldn't deny that. The Glader moved with ease and never once did he doubt himself. That brought a sense of assurance for Alex.
While running, Alex glimpsed over at Elle. He immediately took in the fact her skin remained sickly pale and she was sweating, as her hair stuck to her forehead. Her head was resting on Minho's back and she shook with every step he took. But Alex knew that Minho was trying to be as careful as possible. It was more than obvious that she meant a lot to him.
It wasn't in a romantic sort of way.
"I'm not covering for you," Minho spoke out, his voice emotionless. "You're the reason this happened and I will make sure Newt and Alby know that."
"Dude, it was an accident." Alex defended, yet again. "I don't know how many time I have to repeat myself. I messed up and yeah okay, I get that there's consequences. But you don't need to make me feel any worse than I already am, alright? That's not fair."
"You know what's not fair, shank?" Minho looked over at him, his eyes narrowed. "It's not fair that Elle has to suffer for your mistakes."
Alex didn't even bothering arguing, for he knew it was a losing battle. Minho was pissed and he understood that, but there was nothing Alex could do right now that would fix or change things. It's over and done with and Minho needed to learn to accept that.
Turning a corner, Alex looked ahead, only to find the exit straight ahead. However, the moment Alex laid eyes on Newt, he almost wanted to stop dead in his tracks and run the other way. He knew that Newt was going to livid, there was no doubt in his mind. The Glader had already expressed his dislike concerning the situation. Hell, he had announced to the whole shucking Glade!
Alex watched as Newt's gaze landed on him first, as he had been the first to be seen. Shortly after his gaze flickered behind him and straightaway his expression turned from nothing to anxious in two seconds flat. Alex couldn't help but notice that Newt looked physically sick and already to lose it, just from the mere sight of Elle.
He cared a heck of a lot, there's was no denying that.
Once him and Minho reached the exit, Newt went right for Elle. He gently removed her from Minho's back and placed her on the grass ever so delicately. Newt quickly leaned forward and laid an ear on her chest, in which Alex assumed it was to hear her breathing.
He visibly relaxed once hearing it and straightened.
"Med-jacks!" Newt shouted, waving them over. In mere seconds they were by his side and tending to an unconscious Elle. Alex watched with a frown on his face and guilt beginning to creep up.
"What in the bloody hell happened?" Newt seethed, barely containing his anger. His eyes shifted between both Minho and Alex as he demanded answers.
If Alex was being honest, just the look Newt was giving made Alex want to run and hide.
"This shank," Minho jabs a thumb in Alex's direction. "decided it would be a good idea to take off. I ended up having to chase his ass down. Elle was left alone during that time and when we finally returned, we found her like this."
Alex mustered up enough courage to glance at Newt. He was staring right back at him; his face void of emotion. Alex lifted a shaky hand and ran his fingers through his hair nervously.
"Newt—"
Alex was cut off as suddenly Newt charged forward going straight for him. Alex fell on his ass and began crawling backwards, trying to get away. Newt didn't get very far as Alby appeared out of nowhere and intervened at the perfect moment.
Thank god, Alex thought to himself. Newt surely would have killed me.
He placed a hand on Newt's shoulder and held him in place. Newt's eyes were glued to Alex and he was giving him the nastiest glare he could muster. His lips were pursed and his jaw clenched. His entire posture was rigid.
Alex had never see him so angry before and the fact it was directed at him made Alex was to klunk his pants, in all honesty.
Alex watched as Alby leaned in and whispered something to Newt. It only lasted a few seconds before Alby pulled away and looked at him, seeming as though he's awaiting an answer or reaction at the very least.
Behind them Clint and Jeff are lifting Elle and taking her to the Homestead to treat her.
Newt merely nodded in response and turned his body slightly, looking ready to join Clint and Jeff. But before he even managed to take a step, Newt looks to Alex once more and points a finger at him.
"You better bloody hope, for your sake, that she is alright." Newt warned him, his voice deadly.
And with those parting words, Newt shakes Alby's hand off his shoulder and begins hurrying after the med-jacks. He catches up to them in mere in seconds and instantly moves to help.
Alex averts his gaze to the ground, his mind reeling at what Newt had just said. It was clearly a threat, but it didn't seem to bother anyone else. Alex was downright terrified at what might happen if Elle doesn't recover from this.
He might as well kiss his ass goodbye if that's the case.
"Alex and Minho," Alby called out, his voice tight. "We need to talk. Now."
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ELLE'S POV
She is sitting on a bed in the corner of a rather small room.
It almost resembles a prison. The walls are concrete and the floors cement. All the room holds is two small beds that are attached the wall. There is no toilet or sink. There are no windows either.
However, there is a light dangling from the center of the ceiling.
There is a door, but it's closed and locked.
Elle is sitting on the bed criss cross. Right in front of her is a boy who is mocking her position.
Newt.
Elle looks up at him through her lashes. She drinks in his appearance. He is clothed in a gray long sleeved shirt with black pants with gray slip on shoes. His hair looks like usual; which is his, as Elle would describe it, messy, sexy bed head look. He doesn't even have to try with his hair and it always looks good.
Newt is gazing down at her, love and adoration filling his eyes and a small smile decorating his face. In seconds her heart begins to pound against her chest and the butterflies in her stomach are going absolutely crazy.
Her love for this boy was overwhelming.
Elle reaches forth and gently brushes her fingers against his hip. Almost immediately she feels him stiffen under her touch. Elle can't help the frown that tugs on the corners of her mouth.
"That was, hands down, one of the scariest moments of my life," Elle confesses, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I'd thought I'd lost you."
She begins to think the incident, how it had almost claimed both her and Newt's life. One man nearly took away the one person that mattered most to her. But they had been lucky and survived.
They had the scars to prove it.
Newt, using his free hand, cups her face and caress her cheek. Elle's eyes flutter shut as she relishes in his loving touch.
"I know." Newt whispers softly. "But we fought and we're still here, Els. It's always been the two of us and that will never change."
Elle grins at this. She leans forward and snakes an arm around his neck, running her fingers through the short blonde hair at the nape of his neck. Newt meets her halfway and brushes his lips against hers.
"I love you," Elle murmurs.
"I love you, too."
And just like that, he presses his lips to hers. Newt wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her chest flush against his. Newt's other hand remains cupping her cheek. Elle places her hand on his side, grasping the fabric of his shirt and pulling him closer, if that was even possible.
However, their perfect moment was short lived.
Newt and Elle pull apart as they hear the sound of the door slamming into the wall. Newt whirls around, as his back had been facing the door. Elle peers over his shoulder and her eyes widened when seeing four security guards wandering in and behind them are Thomas and Teresa.
"What's going on?" Elle's questions, scrambling to her feet.
Two security guards behind heading towards her. Elle doesn't even have time to react when suddenly they each reach out and grab an arm of hers, holding her in place. Elle struggles under their hold, not understanding what's going on and why they're doing this.
And most importantly, why are Thomas and Teresa not doing anything?
"Hey!" Newt protests, grabbing one of the security guard's arms that hold Elle. "Get your bloody hands off her, you bastard!"
"Newt!"
Elle watches in horror as the remaining two security guards head straight for Newt. They grab his arms and begin leading him towards the door, though he puts up one hell of a fight. Elle continues to fight against the two guards holding her. She just wants to escape and rescue Newt. In less than a minute they have him carried out of the room and out of sight.
Elle's heart drops to the pit of her stomach and she feels physically sick.
Why? Why are they doing this to him? To her?
"Newt!" Elle screams after him. "Where the hell are you taking him? Newt!"
Thomas steps into the room, his eyes averted to the ground.
"Tommy?" Elle calls out, her voice laced with panic. "Please, you have to stop them. Please!"
"I'm sorry, Elle. I wish it didn't have to be this way. I really do." Thomas speaks, his voice barely audible. "But it had to be done. We had no other choice."
Elle is speechless, her body gripped with both shock and fear. As she stares at Thomas, Elle tries to understand exactly what he means. Terrible thoughts and images begin to flash in her mind as she considers what might happen to Newt. Where did they take him? Would be okay?
Would she ever see him again?
Elle's mind doesn't even register the guards letting her go. Her knees buckle under her weight and she finds herself collapsing to the ground, but she feels no pain. Her body is numb. She doesn't even realize they had left until she looks to the door and sees it shut.
She is alone.
Elle curls up into a ball, pulling her knees up to her chest. She buries her face into her knees and begins sobbing like her heart is broken.
She is absolutely hysterical.
Only one thought kept running through her mind.
He's gone.
Alright, so I understand that before the Maze/Glade, they had other names. Their actual names. Well, I can't think of other names for Elle or Newt, so I'm just going to stick with Elle and Newt.
It's just easier for me that way.
Anyways, I don't know how I feel about this chapter. To me, it's kind of crappy. But I hope you guys like it!
On a side note, you guys should check out the song Knocking On Heaven's Door by Raign. It's so damn amazing. I've associated with Newt and Elle.