5. Call Me Salamander

We ran until we were in the in the streets. Jorge was looking for Marcus, that much I knew. But I was incredibly worried for Brenda.

For always being so protective and cautious, she did something incredibly stupid.

"They will be alright" Newt reassured beside me.

"She is so stupid sometimes," I mumbled. "She is so worried about the past, she looses focus on the future."

Newt nodded his head, seeming to be deep in thought. "Sometimes the future is scary, so we ignore it and focus on something better."

Newt was right. What the future held for us was scary. It was like an impending doom, waiting for us the first slip up we make. But what from the past is better that made Brenda turn back? And why wasn't I good enough to make her move forward?

I sighed and just focused on the streets.

"You are immune," A voice broke the silence. The girl stood in front of me. Her eyes staring intently at me, like a wolf to a lamb.

"Is it obvious?" I asked, looking away from her gaze uncomfortably.

She glanced at Thomas before she continued talking. "We used to work for WCKD. I remember you. You had a twin brother. Both immune. WCKD caught you both, but one day you disappeared," she stared at me.

"Y-you know George?" my voice shook. There was hope for George. I always figured he had died, like many other kids part of the WCKD trials had, but I always hoped.

"I knew him," she said and pursed her lips.

My heart sunk and my head drooped. "I see," I said holding back tears.

Newt gently placed a hand on my shoulder and glared to the girl.

All hope I had for him gone. We didn't even get to say goodbye.

A tear rolled down my cheek and Newt gently wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. His hand rubbed circles on my arm.

I wouldn't let myself cry right now, but it was taking everything I had not to. WCKD had taken my brother, my twin, and my other half. And all for what? A stupid nonexistent cure.

If I lost Brenda in the explosion I had no one left. I took a shaky breath.

"It's okay," he said comfortingly. He glanced around the group then back to me. Not sure what to do.

He slowly pulled me into a stiff hug.

He smelled slightly of dirt, but in an earthy way. It was grass and hay. But as his smell lingered, there was a hint caramel.

I quickly pulled back when I realized what I was doing. I was letting a stranger hold me, and I was smelling him.

I wasn't going to focus on my knew knowledge of George or worry about Brenda at the moment, so I am going to distract myself.

"What is all your guys names?" I asked trying to pull the attention away from the embarrassing moment.

"Frypan," a dark haired boy said. He had smile lines in his cheeks and I wondered when he could've been so happy to smile all the time.

"I'm Aris," a smaller boy said. His cheeks were sunk and he looked timid.

"Minho," the lightning guy said.

"I'm Teresa," the girl finally said.

"Oh," Newt said. "I believe you called me salamander," he said with a smirk. "Wrong amphibian, but close enough."

I rolled my eyes at him, but continued to speak with them. They all came from a maze that WCKD had created. Aris was from a different one but they all escaped WCKD.

They spoke softly of their experiences, as if they spoke to loud hurtful memories would arise.

We must've been walking for an hour by the time Jorge finally spoke up. "We are here."

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Awwe more Newt and Beth moments...

What should their ship name be?

Bewt or Neth?

Let me know what you think:)