Dreams // Newtmas

Prologue

Newt lunged at him, black spittle flying from his lips with each jarring step forward. Thomas stumbled back barely avoiding the knife Newt was swinging at him. Brenda needed to get there and fast, Thomas couldn't keep up with the pace Newt was coming at him. He could feel the pain where the knife had almost gone into his heart already and the part of Newt that was keeping him from being killed was fading quickly. Soon there would be nothing left but the crank that looked like his best friend.

Then Newt was too close to escape and the knife came swinging in with no way to escape it. Thomas closed his eyes and waited for the pain to come, for his life to slowly drift away. But it never did.

"Tommy?" Thomas looked up as Newt stepped back, the knife buried into his chest. There was a moment of silence as Thomas stared at him, watching the last remnants of Newts life fade out of his eyes. Then Newt was collapsing to the ground and Thomas was scrambling after him to try and slow his fall.

"No no no" Thomas whispered but it was too late, Newt was gone. Thomas held onto him, tears running down his face as he looked at the face of the only person he ever really cared for. He didn't even know if Minho and Gally had made it to the others. They could be lying dead amongst the rubble of the city that was coming crashing to the ground all around them. Thomas didn't see the point in living in a world where everyone he loved died or worse.

Picking up the pistol that lay a few feet to his right, Thomas looked down at Newt as he raised the gun to his head. It was at that moment Brenda came into view the serum in her hand. She stopped when she saw Newt's body laying on the ground and Thomas holding the gun. There was pain in her voice when she called in his name like she new it wouldn't work.

"Thomas!" 

"I'm sorry" Thomas whispered.

With his heart falling into the black abyss, Thomas pulled the trigger.