together - tmr newt

Goodbye

NEWT POV

"Gally? What are you doing here? Put that gun down." I ordered.

He only smirked. "I don't take orders from you anymore. WICKED is the only one who can control me now. Now, Teresa and Roxelle. Come. It's time for your mission." He tossed the girls a gun each. Why would they need a gun? "And Clarice as well. Give the knives to Thomas and Newt." That hideous grin remained plastered on his face.

"Roxelle. Shoot Newt. Teresa. Shoot Thomas." What? Her hands trembled as she placed her finger on the trigger. I knew I was supposed to die. And I couldn't let her suffer with the guilt that she killed me forever. So before Gally could say more, I turned the blade around so that the tip pointed at my stomach.

Her expression turned to terror. Pure terror. "Newt. What are you doing? Stop!" I slowly pushed it in, and bloody hell, it hurt. I watched as a red stain spread across my clothes, and everything swirling in my vision...I collapsed, Minho caught me. Shock. Terror. Worry. All kinds of expressions on their faces. "WHY! Newt...why. You didn't have to." Roxelle literally was crying. I reached out to stroke her hair, and said,"I was going to die anyways. Goodbye sweetie." Then I used my last breath, turned to Tommy and Minho, "Lead them to escape guys. Good luck. Goodbye...." And then my eyes glazed over, and I was gone.

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ROXELLE POV

My heart. Just. Broke. He smiled until the very end, but why? Why...I had my finger poised over the trigger...and that moment, I finally realised my feelings for that boy. He who greeted me when I first turned up. That kiss, it was our first, but I never thought it would be the last. I held him until the end, until his body became cold.

Then there was a bang. All the Gladers turned. Clarice had shot Thomas. And Teresa...where was she? Minho tapped me on the shoulders, pointing at the floor, Teresa lay there, blood still pouring from her bullet wound. Apparently Clarice shot her as well. That means....I'm next. Sure enough, she shot me, but her aim was little low, and it struck my leg.

I fell, ripped a piece of cloth from my shirt and wrapped it around my wound to stop the bleeding. Minho had already hit Clarice with his spear. But it was bleeding fast. It seeped through the cloth, and soon my leg lay in a pool of my own blood. "Minho...get out now. They are going to come and get you. You are immune to the Flare, so you will be safe out there. Good luck taking them out. Get them out. For us." I passed out, but I didn't die.

I woke to the sound of beeping. Heart monitor. Bandage around my leg. Somehow I made it out alive. A man entered the room. I had to hold ny laughter in. His resemblence to a rat was remarkable. "Where are they? My friends." I blurted out. "Hold your questions, girl, they are safe." "I need to see them. Now." And before he can reply, I open the door and walk out.

I start bursting through all the rooms, when I hear Rat Man's voice again. "You won't find them like that. They're in a completely different building." "Bring them to me." I growl.

"Tomorrow." He walks off with that word.

I walk back to the room in disappointment. The next few hours were torture. I just put myself to sleep and waited desperately for tomorrow, when I would be together with Newt.

Memories come back to me again.

"Jen?" "Thomas!" I see Newt running towards me, from about a few meters away. He grabs my shoulders and shakes me hard. "Jen, there's no time. You have to go. Now. Before it all blows up. Don't worry about me, I was fated to die anyways." Then, he lets go of me, runs into the neighbouring building, and after a few minutes, I can only watch as the building explodes.