Newt Imagines

Recognition

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TIME SKIP

I thought I'd finally get to see them when they arrived at the compound... but again I was separated. Whatever WICKED had planned for them, I couldn't take it. Of course, I didn't let Janson know that. I used the only advantage I had: solitude at night. 

My bare feet make little sound on the cold floor of the compound halls as I sprint towards their 'quarters'. I only have a few minutes until they notice the loop I played over the surveillance cameras, when they'll come to check on me in the control room. I studied the movement of the guards, and took the only window I had. Now. 

Skidding around the last corner, I finally reach the blocked door to their room. I hear hushed murmurs on the other side, telling me that they're not asleep. The knowledge of that makes me smile: of course they don't trust the place either. They're looking for an escape. 

I tap thrice on the door, quietly enough to avoid attention of the guards but loud enough for the gladers to hear. When the other side of the door falls silent, I pass my note under. 

"It's not safe here. Take the air vents to the exit tomorrow night, surveillance will shut down at 2AM. I will meet you there with a key card to get out."

I fiddle my fingers, anxiously waiting their reply. I find myself wondering who would write it... Thomas? Minho? Newt?

Finally, my patience is rewarded, and their note is slipped below the door. I don't even read it, my breath hitching in my throat just looking at the handwriting. I would recognize that handwriting anywhere... It was the one I looked at every night before I went to sleep, the one on the note that fueled my actions. The one that read I love you.

Of course, this one is much less romantic. "Who are you?"

I can barely contain myself, picking up my pen to write my name. Instinct stops me, just as my pen hits the paper, my heart racing. I can't give them my name. If Janson found this note... that would be the end of it all. Instead, I scribble something else.

"Someone who hates WICKED as much as you do."

The reply came much quicker this time: "See you tomorrow night."

***

TIME SKIP

Sirens blast through the building, sending the guards around me into a frenzy. They've discovered the disappearance of the boys, and possibly the failure of their security cameras. I have little time, but thankfully the commotion has caused a worthy distraction. I'm able to collect a number of weapons, the WICKED key card swinging comfortably around my neck while my anonymous love letter burns a hole in my pocket. 

I run through the halls, guns and tasers swung over my back, until I reach the last corner. I freeze, hearing the sound of Janson's voice trying to lull the gladers back to him. This is it. I take a deep breath, stepping out from my corner and firing my taser straight into Janson's back. He twitches, and I watch the surprised faces of the gladers as he falls to the floor, revealing my form hiding behind him. 

"Sorry I'm late." I announce, trying my hardest not to linger on Newt as I glance over the stunned boys. "Thought we could use a bit of protection." I nod to the guns in my hands, before tossing them to Thomas and Minho, calling out their names as I do so. 

I step forward, swiping my key card to open the door to the outside immediately. I feel the awkward shuffles of the boys behind me, until I hear Minho's voice.