* A part two to the Protector imagine was requested a couple times in the comments but the original idea came from mookahlatte
I hope you all like how it turned out!
HAPPY NEWT DAY!! *
Third person POV
The group traveled again the next day right after Thomas woke everyone up to insane yelling. They started along a narrow highway, covered in debris and sand piling up above their heads. When they finally had a good glimpse of where the were headed, the boy Winston got worse, thanks to his spreading infection.
The group made a makeshift stretcher to pull him through the sand until they could get to a doctor to treat his wounds. Only, he gave up.
He begged for gun hidden inside one of the backpacks until Newt ended up giving it him. The boy was in immense pain, and Newt wanted that pain to be over for him. A minute after the group left him, the sound of a gunshot echoed across the sand in all directions.
Thomas had stopped the group a little before nightfall where they camped out with a small fire burning some of the rubble the found. It was clear in the wet cheeks and sad eyes they Frypan was taking Winston's death the hardest.
For the second day in a row, they were woken up by Thomas's screaming, except it was more scratchy today from the lack of water. It was still the middle of the night so the giant outline of lights off in the distance wouldn't have been seen in the daytime. They knew that if there were lights, then there were people.
The kids started running towards the lights once a giant strike of lighting touched ground only a small ways away from them and getting closer. The kids tried their hardest to dodge every bolt striking the ground close to them, but one of them hadn't been so lucky.
Minho was hit, and was dragging into the dark building where CPR was performed to save his life. In the end, he woke up groaning and worrying how his hair looked.
After almost being attacked by a crank in a room filled with them on chains, a girl appeared with the idea of them being saved. They reluctantly followed her past the cranks who had already passed the gone, and through cranks who weren't quite there yet. Either way, Newt made (Y/N) walk directly beside him with his hand brushing up against hers as they walked. He didn't want to lose her in this chaos.
They met a man named Jorge who the girl, who's name was Brenda, introduced to them. He was skeptical on the idea of the kids being able to actually survive the scorch, since so many grown adults hadn't been able to, but when he found they came from Wicked, he was more than happy to let them hang around. Literally.
He had his henchmen tie each of the kids up with ropes around their ankles and suspended them over a deep hole. In all fairness, the kids probably should have not entered the dark building in the first place.
"Can you reach the ties?" Newt asked (Y/N) after they had been dangling for half an hour.
"Of course she can't, shank," Minho piped up in an annoyed voice. "If she could, she would have told us a shucking half hour ago." Newt rolled his eyes but still looked at (Y/N) for an answer.
She curled her head and back upwards to grab onto the rope around her leg, but her hand missed by only a few inches. Plus, if she had untied herself, where was she to go? The only thing that would do would force her to fall down into the hole below her.
"No," she groaned as the pain in her abs from reaching took the breath out of her. "But I think I have an idea."
(Y/N)'s idea worked- they swung Teresa over towards the panel where she lowered herself to ground level and untied her legs. They were able to then swing the rest until everyone was standing on the ground floor. Halfway through their escape however, the loud whirring of a helicopter sounded above them, telling them that Wicked had in fact found them.
"We have to get out of here now," Thomas ordered as he found the door that would take them out of this area of the building. They were stopped when a crank blocked their exit with a gun pointed up at them.
"You're not going anywhere," the crank hissed with a smirk. He took his eyes off the group for a second when he grabbed a radio from his pocket before telling Janson he would bring the group to him.
Thomas bolted forward, and pushed the gun upwards so the barrel wasn't pointed at anyone. The gun went off in the commotion but the crank readjusted himself in seconds.
"You little bastard!" He screamed with rage filling his eyes he pointed the gun back at Thomas's chest, who happened to be a person over from (Y/N).
Newt instinctively placed (Y/N) behind him, using his body as a shield for her. He held one arm out to cover her, where she took his hand and grabbed onto it. Any other time and the two of them would have been blushing messes.
When the sound of a gun went off, every glader jumped, but Newt kept up the tough act to protect (Y/N). Thomas and Minho inspected each of them for where the bullet landed, since it had to have hit somebody.
And it did. Just not from that gun. Brenda stood behind the crank with her smoking gun pointed at the home inside the cranks head. The cranks toppled over and ended up sliding over the edge of the hole, falling into the deep pit.
"Come on, lets go!" Brenda yelled when all of them stared in shock at her. Newt was the first to move, and helped (Y/N) be the first person to leave the room.
They followed her through the building, dodging more bullets the Wicked guards and unhealthy cranks were shooting. None of them really had a specific target, more like just shoot until somebody tells you to stop.
Brenda brought us into a large room with orange stained glass walls where Jorge was. He had been packing a small bag full of valuables and weapons he needed.
"This way!" He announced as he stopped at one of the walls of the building. He pushed on it until the doors swung open outwards, revealing a tall drop to the sandy ground. There was a building yards away from this one with a long zip line wire connecting the two together.
Jorge grabbed a thick piece of cloth tied into a loop that was attached to the wire, and tugged on it with his whole body weight until it zipped down the wire to the other building. The gladers thought he was crazy, but noticed none of the Wicked guards had been on that side or noticed yet that that's where they were going, so it was safe.
"Who's next?" Brenda asked with a hint of a smirk, grabbing the next loop from above.
"You go, love," Newt insisted to (Y/N) but her nerves told her not to go at all. Newt could see in her pleading eyes and shaking hands that she wasn't trusting of this escape plan, but there wasn't any other option left. "You have to go. I'll be right behind you."
"I'll go first (Y/N)," Aris said grabbing the loop from Brenda. He could see the worry in his sister, and wanted somehow to ease her worry. Aris could see the deep bond forming between (Y/N) and Newt but didn't think of it as anymore than a strong bond.
Aris copied the same motions Jorge did until he was flying down the rope towards Jorge. (Y/N) felt a little calmer knowing her brother was ahead of her, and that her... whatever Newt was to her was going after her.
She took the next rope but hesitated at the edge for a second. With a big gulp of air, (Y/N) jumped off the ledge.
When the rope ended and she had made it to the other side, Aris was there to catch her so that she wouldn't fly forward anymore and onto the ground. He helped sturdy her until she was able to catch her balance.
