Koev Halev (Newt x Reader)

It's Not Technically A Plan

"It's not," Thomas immediately blared out, making all the crazies eye him with suspicion. "I mean, her? Really? You think WICKED is after her?"

"Well, how're we supposed to know?" The Crank thew his arms in the air. "Don't matter if she's the one they really want or not, ya'll both belong to 'em anyways. Stupid of 'em to mark the back of your necks like that."

No one said anything, but the main Crank just stepped closer to Thomas. "Maybe if we're lucky, you'll catch us each some bliss, yeah?"

"Doubt it," Brenda intervened. "He's worth even less than her. Worth nothing but dirt to WICKED."

"Ha," The man cackled, some kind of animal seemingly rising in his throat. "Or you're just sayin' this crap to make us think you ain't worth nuthin'."

None of the kids spoke. "I mean you kids sure look like crap, but that don't mean your insides aren't still worth a butt load." The man traced a finger around Y/N's temple and snickered. "Sit tight while I go make some plans. Might I offer advice, don't try to escape."

Just as he was about to head up the stairs after his other fellow crazies, he looked back to the kids with furrowed brows. "Try to leave and it'll be easy to make you wish you'd never left WICKED in the first stinkin' place."

Hollow laughter followed him up the stairs but resonated in the kids chests like a heavy burden. They truly were in trouble. Luckily though, they all ended up here together.

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"Newt! Can't you do something?! Like use that voodoo stuff you and Y/N got?!" Minho cried. He, just like everyone else knew they were short on time. They needed to find Y/N as soon as possible, but Jorge managed to lose track of where he was heading and now they were just hoping to stumble across the crazies hideout.

"It doesn't work like bloody tracking device, Minho!" Newt snapped back, searching the streets alongside his friends. All of this was a real shot in the dark because no one aside from Jorge actually knew what the place looked like. The blonde boy was getting frustrated, his friends were getting tired, but they all knew they had no choice but to keep looking. Maybe, just maybe, if they got lucky they'd run into Thomas and Brenda on the way as well. That'd sure make things the tiniest bit better. At least, for the others. Newt wanted Y/N back above all else.

"Okay! What about you, Teresa? Can't you and Thomas talk or whatever? Can't he just tell you where they are? Maybe if we find them, they can help too." Minho exclaimed desperately. One might think that somehow through all of this weird experimentation WICKED did on these kids, there would be some way to resolve this issue.

Teresa sighed, scanning the sides of the streets. "We could, but unless Thomas is totally focused, I can't reach him. And, as you can guess, his brain is in shambles since he's lost somewhere with Brenda!"

"OKay, woman! Chill out!" Minho cried. "Just trying to make sure everyone makes it out of this stupid city alive."

"Watch your mouth, boy." Jorge warned. "Keep talking like that and the crazies will think you're one of their own."

Something in Minho's mind clicked. "That could work!"

"What are you talking about?" Frypan whined.

"We could trick them. Once we find the place, wouldn't it be easier to get in, pretending to be a crank, and then attack from the inside? When they're not expecting it?" Minho had a sudden burst of energy shoot though him with the idea. "I know it's technically a plan, but that's not something they'd expect."

Jorge stopped and looked to Minho with raised brows. The runner wasn't able to tell if that was a good expression or a bad one. "It's worth a shot. Besides, I'm pretty sure we're almost there."

"Really?" Teresa shifted anxiously. It was as if up until hearing that the crazed hideout was just ahead, it wasn't a big deal. But now, it was real. They'd have to fight against these monsters in order to get Y/N back. No one was fond of that idea and really wished Y/N would come running down the street right about now, having escaped on her own.

"Yeah," Jorge stepped forwards slowly. He too, in a way, was hesitant to barge into this place and probably set it afire on accident. It was like walking into a hornets nest. There was no way to go about it that would make the situation any less dangerous. "So, before we get there, you guys make Minho look even worse than he already does. Screw up his hair, rip some of his clothes and muck up his face."

"Really? My hair?" Minho lamented.

It was only seconds until Frypan happily took the opportunity to mash the quiff of hair on the boys head and scatter it in a million different directions.