Author's note: Hello! I couldn't help but upload two chapters in five minutes. Why do I always feel like I'm being rushed?

By the way, I have seen TDC movie FIVE TIMES. But I still can't get over what I witnessed in the movie. Prepare for the shock.

Anyways, if you're new, please check the previous story, because this chapter will not make any sense if you don't. :D

(I do NOT own The Maze Runner Trilogy, nor the characters.)

Chapter 2. Unfortunate Escape

Both of them had been staring blankly at the boy, taken aback by his sudden appearance.

"Minho." Newt stepped forward, his tone quiet and unbelieving. Hearing his name, the boy's expression went fury to ease, letting out a sigh of relief. Thomas couldn't hide a wide grin as Minho outstretched his arms to hug his friends. They soon were hugging each other tightly, rush of relief flooding over Thomas, and his knees almost buckled.

"Missed you shanks so much." Minho mumbled, patting his friends' back. Newt was hugging him tightly, protective look on his face nearly making Thomas chuckled. Newt finally broke into a relieved laughter, his cheeks red with exhaustion. Minho hugged him one more time, who let out small coughs but smiled.

The hug of reunition only lasted a couple of seconds before a soft but menacing voice boomed behind them. "Thomas, you can't get away from me."

The Rat Man was marching towards them, fire blazing in his eyes. He held a lengthy shotgun, ready to fire it at any moment. His soldiers were shortly behind him, holding out the transparent shields threateningly. Minho's eyes went wide, instinctively staggering backwards. Newt stuck out his arm protectively, sending harsh glares towards them.

The soldiers raised their guns.

"Run, Run! Go, go, go!"

Thomas hastily urged his friends, the trios instantly picking up a pace. Thomas was in the front like always, repeatedly checking if his friends were following safely. A bullet missed his shoulder by an inch, burying itself in the concrete wall. The trios raced down the hallway, grunting and shouting as bullets pierced through the air towards them.

"In there! Come on come on come on!"

Minho hauled the metallic door open, hurriedly beckoning his friends to enter. Newt dashed in and Thomas threw himself in, dodging the electric grenade. Minho too swiftly threw himself before the grenade fried him to death, closing the door shut. After rotating a handle into a firm lock, Minho swivelled his head, scanning the area they had just jumped in.

"Newt, help me with this!" Minho called out, Newt instantly by his side. Thomas watched vaguely as the two heaved the metallic try and threw it against the door, not looking secure but better than before.

"What do we do now?" Minho nervously asked particularly to no one, hearing the bangs against the door. They heard irritated shouts of Rat Man, more loud bangs, then silence.

No one answered, as expected. Minho was scratching back of his head while Newt just furrowed his brows, thinking of a achievable plan. Thomas then noticed something strange going on with Newt, locking his eyes at him.

Thomas saw veins sticking out from his friend's skin, mixture of blue and purple. They were slithering their way to his lower cheek, already infected his neck and chin like a poisonous snake. Around his eyes were deep dark circles, his eyelids red and puffy. His eyes were half closed, staring into nothing. Why hadn't he noticed it earlier? Thomas wanted to punch himself in the face for not caring his infected friend, guilt scrunching his heart. Minho must have seen the veins on the opposite side, as he frowned and rised his eyebrows at Thomas. Newt felt his friends' attention on him and he frowned, looking at them back and forth.

"Is my shuck face too ugly for ya?" He snorted, making Minho chuckled quietly. Thomas let out a nervous laugh, still fixing his sight on Newt's infections. Newt seemed to be noticing the problem and shrugged his shoulders, turning away. "Let's just fix our bloody eyes on that door, yeah? They seem to be tryin' to break their way in."

Thomas and Minho switched their focus to the door, now being banged again, then the sparks began to fly up. Fierce sparks erupted from the gap of the door, dancing its way into the room. They were going to cut the lock in half. Panic once again settling in, the three searched for an idea, a savior, for anything. Rat Man's filthy voice was getting louder and louder by the second, impatiently barking orders.

Come on...think of something!

Thomas hopelessly looked around the room, then, found a perfect object. A gas tank.

"One, two...three!"

The gas tank was hurled towards the glass windows, shattering the glass instantly. It went souring in the air just before dropping in a blink of an eye, disappearing into the surface of the pool, hundreds feet down. The trios looked down, unblinking, frozen on their feet.

"You sure about this?" Minho shouted, sending an suspicious gaze to Thomas.

"Maybe." Thomas replied simply, making an eye contact with him. Minho's suspicious glance turned into an unconvinced look. He snickered, rolling his eyes in frustration.

"Well, nice pep talk." Minho snorted, stretching his legs ready to jump down.

"Yeah, we're all bloody inspired." Newt stated sarcastically, grabbing Thomas's trembling fingers. Thomas, surprised, turned his glance at Newt, who silently just tightened his grip then let go. Then Thomas realized how cold his friend's was.

Bang!

"There they are!"

The Rat Man rushed in along with his soldiers, his index finger of a trigger. An ear piercing screech of the door forcibly being opened were enough for the three to run, run towards the cliff, towards the fatal night gust. They dived straight down, just before the evil man shot numerous bullets at them, cursing. Thomas felt his body flail helplessly, felt raging air parting underneath him, engulfing in the breeze. It only lasted for a couple of seconds before the pain overwhelmed his body.

Splash! Splash! Splash!

Thomas felt nothing but sharp pain at first. Then icy cold water devouring his senses.

It was cold, cold, cold. Freezing enough to immobilize his functions. Horrifying enough to make him scream underwater. His body felt numb, and every time he tried to kick out cold grips restrained him. His arms felt like it's been grasped by strong invisible hands. He struggled against them, breath slowly running out. Inhaling deeply, he finally broke through the surface and filled his fatigued lungs with air. Huffing, he searched for signs of Minho and Newt, spotting them shortly.

Newt was coughing harshly as Minho paddled towards him, concern filling his eyes. Snorting that he was fine and just drank this shuck water by mistake, Newt paddled towards the edge of the pool, his blonde bangs falling on his eye. Thomas quickly paddled towards them, giving Minho a worried look. Only Thomas saw Newt's muscles stiffen, him wincing slightly. Minho tried not to ask Newt what was exactly wrong about him, not willing to offend his friend.

"Hold on, we'll pull you out." Thomas jumped on the land, his energy decreasing but he knew he had to push himself to the limit. He had rescued Minho, succeeded to run away from the Rat Man, now all he had to do was to meet Gally and get over the wall. His heart wrenched as he thought of Newt becoming one of them, the Cranks. No, he would not let that happen.

Newt grabbed the smooth edge pulled himself out, grunting in process. Thomas clutched his arm and supported him, helping him to erect himself fully. Newt brushed his hands off, giving him a wary look. Minho literally jumped out of the water, shaking his body like a wet dog. We were panting, especially Newt, whose lips were parted and breath laboured. Minho was eyeing at Newt cautiously, his arms slightly extended in order to protect his friend. The three were grinning and having a quiet celebration when the spotlight shone them suddenly.

"Shuck, now what." Minho swore harshly, glaring madly at the guards raising their guns at them.

Thomas totally panicked when four guards creeped out from the bus and aimed them, threatening to put their hands up and kneel down. His stomach twisted and churned - they had failed. All the guns they had picked up were drowning in the water, and their bulletproof suit had been torn and broken. Just as they were about to give up and kneel down, one of the guards shot the other three, paralyzing them completely. Thomas smirked - it was Gally.

Gally lowered his gun approached passionately, and took of his helmet. That was when Minho shouted - "Gally's alive? How - what? I put a spear through your - what? How come?"

Newt snickered at Minho's helpless expression and Gally snorted, giving him a aw-little-baby's-so-curious look. Minho, clearly irritated for being the only one who was clueless, demanded for answers, when Thomas noticed the soldiers running out of the building.

"We'll tell you. Later. Right now we need to get moving." Thomas said firmly, glaring at the soldiers jumping on the police car and reeling away. They hadn't spotted them - yet. If they didn't get moving, soon the WICKED would find them and send all the troops after them. Then there would be no chance lasting.

Minho reluctantly nodded, eyeing Gally in disbelief. They all soon broke into a jog, sneaking in the dark street, still fighting for their lives.

No one saw Newt's veins slithering up onto his cheeks.

Hope you all enjoyed! My English/writing is horrible, I know. But I do love them! :) Newt, supposedly being my favourite character, will go through lots and lots and lots of pain. (mwhahahahaha) So please stay tuned!