Newt's POV
I tried to keep it together, but the face of those creatures still haunted me. The memory of my changing was unbearable.
Behind me, Thomas was breathing heavily his hands clasping his knees for support.
"You ok?" I asked
"Yea, I couldn't find Teresa anywhere"
"Oh" was all I could muster
With a blink of an eye, we've arrived back at the forest next to their cabins.
As Thomas got out from the back, I noticed a figure standing a little to my left. I squinted trying to analyze who it was, Muscular, Lean, The shape of a previous runner. Minho.
He stood there with his arms crossed and angry expression stuck onto his face. I watched as he strided towards Thomas and I.
"Look who decided to come back from their honeymoon."
Thomas appeared to have not heard Minho at all, he continued his walk towards the cabins. But this only triggered Minho even more.
"Hey!" Minho spoke, grabbing Thomas by his arm.
For a split second Minho looked at me, I took this chance to try and explain with my eyes that he needed to let Thomas go. Apparently, he understood me, the moment Minho let go Thomas started off into the woods again.
Minho looked at me accusingly,
"What happened?"
I sighed, explaining briefly what happened in the city of Denver.
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What If (Newtmas Fanfiction)
FanfictionWhat if Thomas could have stopped the blade going into Newts chest for just a little longer ? What if he held Newt down long enough for Brenda to arrive with the cure ? What if Newt made it to the safe haven together with the rest of his friends...
