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Ok so this is the first fan fiction I’ve ever written. Please support and if anyone knows how to change the profile pic on IPhone, that would be really helpful! Thanks!

This is in Newt’s POV from The Death Cure movie, and I hope you enjoy and review! They make me happy! (This scene starts from the Crank Tunnel scene, and FYI, I might change a few things for writers purposes)

Chapter 1

The car bumped, driving over small stones and who knows what. The tunnel was dark and shadowy, a perfect place for a crank to crank out. Newt held onto the side of the car as it bumped up again. His stomach contents rolled along with the cars movements.

He couldn’t ever remember being in a car until only a little while ago. When he had found the rogues, and they had driven him to the Rogue Camp. Thrilled by the new expirence, Newt had been grinning the whole entire time.

But now as it went over uneven pavement and trash, it began to mess with his brain. He was carsick, and he had to stop a few times to roll down the window and throw up.

Fry kept glancing at him from the drivers seat, but Newt assured him he was fine, even though he felt like crap. The car flew up as if it was flying, and Newt could feel it rising in his throat. Bothered, he rolled down the window and threw up, promptly wiping away the residue.

It bothered him that he couldn’t be as strong willed as the others, who seemed to travel fine. Scowling at his flaws, the car came to an erupt stop.

Cranks has begun to bang their chubby fists against the car, cheeks pressed up against windows. Most of them were shouting hysterically, black and purple veins weaving through their whole entire body.

Fry didn’t react, pondering on whether to drive or not. When the car had begun to shake too violently, Thomas shouted from the back seat.

“FRY JUST GO, JUST GO!” Reacting, Fry drove forward, the cranks trailing slowly behind them. A crank had managed to hang onto the front of the window, and like lightning, he flashed his fist forward, cracking the glass.

Newt let out a hysterical scream, yelling. “Fry! Swerve!” Newt never thought he would be saying this, but they needed unsteady motion for the crank to disappear from their car window.

Fry nodded, before the car began to swerve left and right, but the crank hung onto the front. Cursing, Newt clutched his stomach, groaning. “Newt, this isn’t really the best time for your sickness!” Fry shouted in annoyance, but all Newt could do was scowl, queasy.

Fry suddenly thrusted the car to the right, and the crank banged into a thrashed car. Newt had been throwing up, so the window was still open. Before it fell into the car, it’s long inhumane claws had scratched Newt’s arms. Eyes widening, he soon found the car tilting to the left, before it crashed.

His arm had a repetitive beat, the virus pumping through his body already. Sickened by the movement of the car, he threw up, before his stomach was empty and dry.

Thomas had somehow managed to crawl out, as he broke the window, freeing Fry and Newt from the cars wrath.

As Newt stumbled uncharmingly, he grabbed his arm, his injury concealed by the long sleeve of his jacket. Out of breathe, he let out a few dry coughs. Thomas patted him on the back.

“Hey Newt you alright?” Thomas asked, and Newt let out a shaky laugh, tired and hurt.

“Besides being bloody sick to my stomach, I think I’m ok” Newt said through a fake grin, but their precious moment was cut off by the inhumane squeal of cranks. “Shit” The trio said in unison.

Parades of cranks were running at them all both sides, trapping them in the middle like the meat in a burger. Fry began to shoot violently, only a small fraction of the cranks tumbling to the ground. When Newt thought the end was certainly near, another car drove into the scene, and Brenda popped out of it. Loading her gun, Brenda shot some of the cranks.

“Hop in!” Brenda demanded loudly, and the three instantly got into the car, and Brenda evenly drove away to the exit of the tunnel. But little did they know, Newt could already feel the itch in his brain.

Hope you like this first chapter! Review and comment! And again, please tell me how to put a profile picture on IPhone! I love you all guys, and FYI, Newt will still die...:(. But it’s late and sorry if there are errors in the story.

-Beespots