'Instinct is something which transcends knowledge. We have, undoubtedly, certain finer fibers that enable us to perceive truths when logical deduction, or any other willful effort of the brain, is futile.'
{Nikola Tesla}
Nicole is known as the brain...
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Fear is a reaction Courage is a decision
——————————————————— Third Persons POV:
"Nick!" Newt screamed when he watched Nicole stumble forward as a rocket struck a pile of crates a few feet away from her. The explosion was close enough to knock her slightly forward.
"Come on!" Newt yelled, grabbing the brunette by the arm. Nicole grabbed tightly on to Newt as she tried to limp alongside him.
Another missile went off near the two as they ran. The earth was kicked up into their eyes causing both of their hands to whip over their faces. "Nick!" Newt screamed when he lost sight of the brunette for a second.
"I'm here." Nicole responded, taking his hand in hers. Newt drew an arm around Nicole as he pushed them both lower to the ground, making sure to cover Nicole's head as they ran for shelter. The blonde dragged them both behind a pile of barrels as the sound of screams mixed into the the sounds of explosions and the crackling of fire.
"You okay?" Nicole and Newt asked each other in unison. Both of them looked each other over to make sure nothing was bruised, broken, or bleeding.
"Guess we really can't get a break, huh?" Nicole joked weakly as she flashed Newt as small smile. The inventor let out a pathetic laugh just as another missile went off over their heads.
The two peeked over the barrels to witness as men in black suits propelled down from the carrier. As soon as the soldiers hit the ground they began to shoot. Men and women were falling down here and there while more and more soldiers came down.
"Holy shit." Nicole breathed out as she pressed her body closer to Newt. "What the hell are we going to do?" The accented voice of Newt whispered.
Nicole was known as the brain in her maze. She was always looked to for answers to a problem. But for once, Nicole had no idea how to answer a question.
A strong pair of hands wrapped around the maze kids shoulders. Both of them flinched back, making fists ready to fight in a second. Each of their bodies also tensed up as Nicole and Newt were both prepared to jump in front of the other.
"Woah!" Minho yelled, holding up his hands to protect himself. "Not the face! Not the face!" The boy said as he jumped slightly behind Frypan.
Newt immediately let out a sigh of relief, bigger than the one Nicole gave out when Frypan and Minho squatted down next to them.
"Oh, would you look at that. Minho didn't get shot." Nicole joked nonchalantly.
"Oh, would you look at that. Nicole's about to get shoved in front of a machine gun." Minho said back, preparing to shove the brunette into the path of a bullet.
