"Complete strangers had sacrificed themselves so that I, the Immune, reach a safe place where my boon could be used to save the humanity. All WICKED wants is to help people survive. So, if we can save millions, shouldn't we? Is it too much to ask?"
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ADELAIDE
“No, there has to be another way.”
Thomas shakes his head and turns back his gaze to the table. His fingers rap on the edge rapidly- a sign of nervousness.
I had come back into the warehouse. Surprisingly undetected by anyone- which I do find really absurd. I had been gone for like three hours, I do expect my friends to notice it- I do expect it from Aislinn, at least. But I am sure that she had noticed my absence and I know that she will be speaking to me about it soon, probably reprimanding for being so careless.
“How? You saw the building, she’s our only way in.” Gally argues exasperatedly.
“If you think that she’s gonna help us, then you are in delusion, buddy.” Fiona points out.
Bea’s eyebrows are drawn in a slant and her face screws up in concentration as she studies a rough sketch of the plan.
“I exactly don’t plan asking for her permission.” Gally shoots back.
Kidnapping Teresa? Doesn’t sound so bad. Maybe after we’re done with her, we can chloroform that bastard and throw her in the lake.
“Am I missing something here?” Brenda raises her eyebrow. “Are we talking about that same girl who backstabbed us? And tried to kill Ally? That same dick?”
“I like you.” Gally points at her with his thumb. Brenda smiles at him.
“What’s going on?” Fiona leans closer to the table, her gaze, fixed on Thomas who still, haven’t answered.
“What? Afraid that your little girlfriend is gonna get hurt, aren’t you? Hmm?” Newt stands up, looking at Thomas, his eyes hardened. “This has never been about rescuing Minho, hasn’t it?”
“Wait, what?” Thomas blinks several times in confusion. “What the hell are you talking about?”
We all tense up. What the hell?
“Teresa,” Newt spits as Thomas walks over to stand in front of him, “She’s the reason why Minho's even been taken in the first place. And now that we finally have the chance of saving him, you just don’t want to. Why? What for? For her? You’re worried about her?”
“Newt,” Aislinn reaches Newt’s wrist, trying to pull him back, but he rips it off her grip, sending her stumbling back.
“Newt.” I warn him.
Newt backs Thomas up, his voice shaking in a kind of anger, I remember having heard in him only twice- once in the Glade, during our major fight over my job and the second time, when he broke our engagement. “Because deep down inside you still care about her, don’t you? Just admit it.” His voice is gravely and low, which sends a chill down my spine.
“Newt, I..”
“DON’T LIE TO ME!” Newt slams Thomas back, against a metal pillar, his shaking fists, gripping Thomas’ collar.
My heart hammers against my chest, a hand over my mouth. Bea’s posture is straight and tensed, her wide eyes flickering between Thomas and Newt.
“Don’t lie to me!”
It is just like Newt suddenly realises what he is doing and for the first time, I see the raw terror in his eyes. He gasp lightly and releases his hold on Thomas. “Sorry.” He whispers, taking a step behind. “Sorry.”
He immediately sprints outside, without spearing a glance at anyone.
I catch the eyes of the person who looks less shocked than anyone else.
Aislinn.
I raise my eyebrows up, silently asking her about it. She shakes her head and motions me to go after Newt.
I exhale lightly and go after the blond boy.
🏹🗡️🏹
I find Newt, outside the building, standing in the middle of the terrace. I approach him slowly, thinking how to talk to him.
I scowl when I realise how much Newt is trembling and swaying slightly. He makes gasping noises as he tries to say something, but is shut off.
“Newt.” I call urgently as I rush to the boy to hold him by his shoulders to keep him upright. His horrified eyes meets mine. “It’s gonna be okay. Thomas is not angry at you.”
Newt just shakes his head, mumbling incoherent words under his staggered breaths. That’s when I realise that the British boy can’t hear a word that I said.
“You’re having a panic attack.” I grab hold of the boy and pull him away from the edge.
“Addie!” Newt stutters as he falls down on his knees. “Ad-Addie!”
“I know, I know. I’m right here.” I coo, ignoring my paining heart. “Remember how you used to help me with my panic attacks? I’m gonna do it right for you.”
I grab his large hand and place it above my heart, just like he’d done for me once. Newt looks at my hand, resting on top of his, and to my eyes, panting all along.
“Breath with me, bab-Newt.” I instruct and demonstrate for him. “In... Out...In and then reverse, like out... In... Out.”
Newt copies my action slowly, keeping his gaze fixated on mine. A thin layer of sweat builds over his pale skin, which I wipe away. He keeps copying my action, and I notice that he is no trembling or gasping.
“Thank you.” He mutters. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, Addie.”
I smile. “I would help you a thousand times over, Newt.”
“But why?” his face crumbles. “A-all I ever do is treat you like a trash; I take you for granted several times and you’re this wonderful woman who always ready to help everyone without a second thought and I’m just this useless asshole wh-”
He is cut off by a pair of lips. At first he doesn’t respond to my kiss, but slowly he relaxes and kiss me with as much passion, angst and frustration that I am putting in.
My hands fall from the sides of his face to his shoulders as I lightly push him away. Newt opens his eyes slowly and licks his lips.
“Wh-wh-why would you do that?” he whispers struggling to find words.
“Because I lo..care about you.” I sigh before accepting the truth. “I love you. As much as I should hate you, as much I should avoid you, I can’t. I just can’t stay away from you.”
“I don’t want you to hate me.” His eyes softens as he weaves his fingers through mine. “I’m sorry for everything. I’m sorry for raising my voice at you. I’m sorry for ...the engagement thing. I’m sorry for everything that I’ve said and done-”
“Don’t worry. Let’s not talk about it.” I cut him, aware of the pain fresh in my heart. No matter what, I am still pains to think about our broken engagement.
“I wasn’t at the right mind and I-I,” his face falls and he says in a much serious tone. “I have to show you something.”
He shrugs off his jacket and pulls up the sleeve of his shirt.
a/n: oookkkaaaaayyyy.. shit has already started then, i guess.
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