Love Me Till The Limit - Newt x Reader x Thomas

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I threw his limp body to the ground, I have never felt true satisfaction until that moment. I wasn't completely sure if he was dead or just passed out but either way he didn't have the unbearable smirk on his face anymore. Everyone stared some in shock and some in horror, they didn't understand. They would see it was justified if they were there that night. My sister was the only one who appeared to be unbothered, happy almost. My adrenaline high was ruined due to the face of Ably emerging through the crowd, I was in deep shit according to his body language. They wouldn't give me a very harsh punishment, right? I just beat a guy bloody of course they weren't going to be easy on me, but I also had a good reason too. My mind was overcompensating and I felt like my heart was going to just give up and fail me. 

I guess I mentally checked out for a second because all of a sudden I was in Ably's hut as he shouted at me until his face turned red due to lack of oxygen. Thomas and Newt stood behind him, both faintly smiling almost as if they were telling me 'good job.' 

"Can I be honest for a second?" I ask, continuing even after Ably said no. "I don't think I did anything wrong. Yes, I might have killed him and yes I have zero guilt about doing it but he with no doubt deserved what he got if not more. Things happened and would have gone even further if Thomas didn't show up." Ably didn't seem mad or happy, he just appeared to be neutral. 

"One night in the pit and no food, end of discussion." Relief flooded my body, letting myself finally release the breath I didn't know I was holding onto. I willingly followed him to the pit, everyones eyes on me as I passed by. From the corner of my eye I faintly saw Derek lifting himself to his knees, meaning he unfortunately wasn't dead. Ably explained he would be back in the morning to release me from the bars I was now confined by. Time inched by, nobody was allowed to visited me which made my boredom growing by 10% each minute that passed. The glade was just barely beginning to creep with the darkness of night when a small whisper said my name. In an instant I knew whom had broken Ably's rules to come see me.

"Hows my favorite criminal doing?" His British accent held playfulness but followed by a hint of seriousness, truly wanting to know if I was all right. I had hit rock bottom and there was no other way to go but up, it might take me a while to be fine but I'll get there eventually and that's exactly what I told Newt. Whilst taking a seat in the dirt outside my 'cage' he nodded in understanding. Mentally I wished I could walk through walls at this moment and just snuggle up next to him, physical contact from Newt would solve my insomnia that was bound to come later tonight. 

"Thomas and Minho are going to the griever for sure tomorrow since they didn't get the chance today." Newt informs me as I remember back the the conversation Thomas and I had at lunch before everything happened. 

"Is Lizzy going?" I carefully ask, hoping my tone sounded casual or at least unemotional. 

"Unfortunately, Thomas repeatedly told her she can't come but apparently she over heard him at lunch the other day and wont let off it. She's been following him around like a lost puppy since you've been locked up in here." Was the universe trying to make me hate life? At least he was trying to get her not to go but that didn't change he wanted her to go in the first place. Minho would be with them so he would stop them if anything happened, right? 

"What are you thinking about, love?" There was that word again, love.

"How'd you know?" 

"You get this cute look on your face, you do it quite often." Did I really? Had he noticed every single time I was in deep thought, he probably thought I was crazy. I was so stuck inside my own head I almost totally skipped over the fact he called the face I make cute. He didn't mean anything behind it though, friends call each other cute all the time, right?