Love Me Till The Limit - Newt x Reader x Thomas

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We're led further into the building, people stared as we passed and I could feel like warmth of the fires they were all surrounded by.

"You've got him curious," She then glanced at Thomas longer than I liked staring him up and down, "And me too. I'm Brenda by the way." I just about choked on my spit, stunned by the guts this girl had. Grimy looking men came up to the back of our group, prohibiting us from making a run for it.

"Why am I starting to get a bad feeling about this place?" Newt rhetorically asks me, at least he wasn't like Thomas who apparently was brain dead for just mindlessly following this chick. I hear one of the men behind Newt and I laugh before I felt a hand firmly grip my ass. I whipped around, wasting no time in reeling my fist back and sending it full force to his nose. Everyone in the near vicinity heard the crack of some type of bone in his nose breaking. Blood spilled from his nostrils and onto my shoes.

"Watch out, dick, you just got my shoes dirty." I snap, pushing him away from me. He was too busy holding his nose to catch himself when he lost balance, he was on the gross floor where he belonged.

"Maybe you should tell your men to not grab girls asses." I hiss at the girl as I turned back around only to be greeted by her judgmental expression. I must of scared her or something because instead of replying she just continued showing us up a ladder which led to a room with only one man inside. This dude must be Jorge, he didn't look as creepy as I thought but his vibes were still off.

"I have 3 questions for you. Where are you going? Where did you come from? And how can I profit?"

"I think you already know the answer, old man." I step forward so he can see who was talking.

"You're a smart one, aren't you?" He inquired as he nodded, indicating I was right. Another set of men appeared and closed in on us.

"You're from WCKED which makes you very valuable." He goes onto saying, giving a hand signal to the men which resulted in something blunt hitting my head and black spots developing in my vision. I was upside down the next time I opened my eyes, looking down to the ceiling I'm hanging by chains that are tied to my feet. I was straightway hit with a wave of nausea.

"Nice going Thomas." Minho remarks. All the blood was rushing to my head making it hard to hear anything else that was said. I was in and out of consciousness, catching a combination of everyone's voice merged into one. I had no idea what was going on until I felt someone push me, I was swinging back and forth for a while but I pair of hands on my waist stabilized me. I wasn't sure how but the next thing I knew I felt the cold ground on my back, everything was the right side up again. I don't get the chance to ask any questions before I feel my guts in my throat, I mostly dry heave since there was very little in my stomach to begin with. By the time I got my nausea at bay everyone had been released from the ropes and on solid ground.

"Are you okay?" Multiple people ask at the same time, and I just bob my head up and down.

"WCKED is here we've got to go, Y/n." I make out my sister saying, maybe they guy had hit me in the head too hard because I seemed to be much more out of it than anyone else was. I finally perked up when I heard someone new ask us what we were doing. It was the guard I hit in the face but this time he had a gun, but little did he know so did I.

"WCKED will take you dead or alive." He aimed his at us and before he even got the chance to put his finger on the trigger I had already pulled mine. For how shaky my arm was my shot was close to perfect, right through the middle of his forehead. The girl from before came up the stairs and stared at me for a minute, waiting to see if I was going to shoot her also.

"Lets get out of here." She declares, I was hesitant to follow her but we didn't really have a chance. It was either her or WCKED. I draw my gun the second I see where she led us, straight back to Jorge.

"I'm on your guys side, let's get you kids to right arm." I couldn't tell if he was telling the truth or playing at an angle but I would go along with anything just to avoid going back to WCKED. Tucking my gun away I'm instructed to zip line on a raggedy piece of cloth.

"Do you have fucking dementia? I'm not doing that shit."

"You don't have much of an option." He retorts and even though he was right I still wanted to beat the living shit out of him. I close my eyes the whole time my feet aren't touching solid ground, to my surprise I didn't plummet to my death and made it to the next building in one piece. I waited for everyone else to come across, and one by one they did but Thomas had yet to make it. Neither had Brenda but she wasn't on my radar, since I honestly didn't care if I never saw her again.

"Where the fuck is he?" I angrily question, my impatience was growing at a dangerous rate. Minutes upon minutes had passed and I was growing sick with worry, my head was spinning unable to decipher my thoughts. The world stopped when there was an explosion that caused the entire building to collapse, a part of me thought that last minute he was going to make his grand escape but only smoke and dust left the demolished building.

My whole body shook as all the air in my lungs left as a scream that soon turned into a strangled sob. I fell down to my knees, all the strength in my body abandoned me. I could somewhat hear, Newt, Cora and Minho trying to calm me down but it was as if I was deep underwater. I couldn't breathe or move, everyones voices were muffled and seemed so far away. My sight was limited to only inches in front of me but even then it was blurry due to the tears collecting in my eyes. Time came to a halt yet moved faster then ever, I blinked and it was already morning. Everything hurt, I couldn't pinpoint where I felt the most pain. The same nauseousness grew in my stomach, and yet again nothing came up. I don't even remember the last time I ate.

"Love, are you puking again." Newts questions, I must have woken him up. Last night I begged him to never bring up Thomas again, he wouldn't comply at first but ended up giving in based on how broken down I was. I mentally thanked him for keeping his word and not talking about it. If I could pretend it didn't happen then I wouldn't have to face the reality of the situation. Newt claimed denial was the first step of grief but I just simply ignored him.

"It's not puking if nothing comes up." I state, I felt emotionally numb. Everything seemed so pointless now, was anything really worth it if we all died in the end.

"Before you started throwing up did feel fine?"

"Ya, just some on and off migraines and faint dizziness nothing to severe." I shrug, not sure why he was so interested in my health all of a sudden. There was a flash of realization in his eyes followed by a slight glance at my stomach. He rushed to the bathroom of the run down apartment we were staying in, I ran after him to see what had got him in such a hurry. He goes through each and every drawer, basically throwing everything around the bathroom.

"Take this." He holds up a pregnancy test, my jaw nearly hitting the ground in shock. He thought I was pregnant?

"No, because theres no reason to. I know I'm not." Truth was it made sense and I understand how he got to his conclusion but I refused all the facts. I didn't even want kids, let alone at this age. My throat got dry as I took the test from his hands, he showed himself out and gave me the privacy I needed. There was no telling this thing was even going to work, it had sat untouched for years. I put the cap on and set it on the counter after I was finished doing my part, 3 minutes was all I had to wait until I could get possible news that was life changing. I call Newt back in the bathroom, not wanting to be alone for the results. I had counted to 180 in my head, and before I knew it I reach the last number.

"Can you look?" I ask, Newt picks up the stick in response his face held a neutral stare.

"Positive." He confirmed, showing me the symbol to prove it.

a/n
yes i know people hate when babies and kids are added into things. trust me I feel you and absolutely despise the sticky gremlins but i couldn't resist. it'll make things so much more complicated and challenging i couldn't pass up the chance. plus i love drama...