My secret- Newtmas

18

"THOMAS WHY THE FUCK DID YOU COME!?" I heard Newt yell and I found myself unable to speak

"THOMAS, DAMN!" Newt seemed panicked. My eyes had started to get watery by the moment ..

"Y-you..." I managed to choke out. My throat felt like it was being squeezed and it was difficult to form any type of words... "...you were about to..-"

"Get crushed? Well, guess what. Maybe I wanted to" he spoke in a bitter voice and my eyes became even more watery than before. Why would Newt want to....

My thoughts were stopped by the sound of a loud machine squeaking. My eyes widened and I looked at Newt who remained perfectly still and calm

Hell, a griever was coming and he wasn't even moving! ...does he really want to die...?

As the noise became louder, I decided that I didn't care. I didn't care if he wanted to die... Call me selfish, but I didn't want to lose Newt...not like this..

I grabbed his hand forcefully and started running...

"Thomas! Fucking let me go!"

"Shut up Newt. I'm not letting you get eaten by a griever"

He didn't reply. But I could easily sense his uneasiness with me holding his hand... I still didn't know why, but as far as I can remember, Newt always hated to be touched and always said 'don't touch me'... Now that I think about it, there's so much I don't know about Newt... For example... now, why doesn't he want me to save him?

....

........

The huge noise came back to my ears. Damn! I lost focus and that thing is getting closer to us... I pushed my thoughts to the back of my head and continued running...

By the moment, I had started panting. I can't do this all night.. But if I stop, I'm completely sure Newt won't continue running... Shit. What do I do...? Actually, what can I do?

I turned my head slightly behind and I gasped. I had never seen a griever that close. It was terrifying. It looked like a giant bedbug with robot legs and a scorpion tail

Suddenly, I heard a voice whispering "I-I can't. My leg.." And disappear felt upon me. What he hell do I do!? I had almost forgotten that Newt had a small limp on his leg..

I turned behind a corner and tried to seize my heavy panting but then I heard another griever running towards us along with the first one...

"W-where...where should I go!? ...Isn't there any safe place in this damn hell!?" I managed to stammer out from my immense panting

"I'm...I'm not sure...I think the-" Newt was cut off by a third griever who jumped right in front of us.

I pulled Newt away with all of my strength and started running towards somewhere else in an inhuman pace. We had almost built up a fair distance away from he grievers, when I realized that the hand I was holding Newt was now free. My eyes widened in a way that one would think they would fall out of their sockets and panic rushed through my whole body. I turned around to be met with the image of Newt collapsed on the floor. His eyes were open and he was still breathing heavily-proof he was still alive. I slid my arm bellow his arms, helping him up, before glancing slightly behind me to see that the grievers were right behind us

I got Newt up as fast as I could and started running, yet again...

I was dreading that any minute now, my legs would gradually give up on me which meant that both Newt and I would get eaten. Wait, Newt was about to tell me something...right?

I slowly looked at Newt who's eyes were struggling to stay open "tell me...N-Newt"

He looked up at me for a brief second before opening his mouth to speak "t-turn around that corner.." He said in a weak voice

"A-and then what!?" I asked but there was no reply. His eyes were closed and for a moment I thought I couldn't hear him breathing anymore

"Newt! T-then what!?"

Still, not a reply

No.no.no.no.no. this couldn't be happening! This couldn't be...-

I felt something in my foot which made me panic. Suddenly, I was being raised off the ground and my grip on Newt left, which resulted on him crushing on the ground. I tilted my head and terror overwhelmed me. One of the Grievers had grabbed me by my foot while another one was heading towards Newt who looked unconscious.

I started screaming and yelling at Newt to get up and run but he remained on the ground with his eyes closed. I saw the Griever lift Newt towards his mouth "NO!" I yelled before I felt something sharp digging inside my leg. My eyes were watery and my vision was becoming blurry. I clenched my eyes shut...I was no longer able to hear the loud noise of machine clinching...

...Could this be the end?

Think, Thomas! ...Think!

..I tried as hard as I could, to open my eyes but no matter what I did, the pain I felt would always made them close again

shit! C'mon Thomas! C'mon..! You must do this..! For Newt at least...

I managed to open my eyes and even though my vision was blurry, I saw that I was headed directly into the Griever's mouth.

Do something! Now!

And so I did. Before the Griever could bite me, I kicked it's lower machine-like teeth. I didn't know if I would succeed anything by doing this, but I continued kicking them anyways.

Suddenly, it's mouth started closing so I pressed my hand onto it's upper teeth in an attempt to keep it open. It's teeth started digging far inside my hand and arm and I moaned in pain as blood started leaking out of it

C'mon Thomas!

I clenched my eyes shut once again and pressed it's mouth open as hard as I could. I knew this wouldn't kill it, but it could give me the time to break free and save Newt

When I opened my eyes again, I released my hands from it's teeth and looked at the direction the Griever and Newt were. To my surprise, Newt was still lying on the floor. I guess the Griever from before was just trying to see if he was still alive or something...

Wait.

What?

...that does't mean that he is...

NO! Shut up, Thomas!

I felt my eyes burning as I started running towards him.

"N-newt..?" My throat felt dry. He didn't reply.

"Newt?!" I started panicking. He couldn't be....

My breathing stopped as I saw him weakly open his eyes "Newt...?" Happiness started to overwhelm me, but then I remembered that the Griever would still come after us so I gave him a reassuring smile and picked him up on my back before I started running again

"..left.." He said, not loud enough to be even a whisper. But, surprisingly, I heard it

"...turn...left..." He added in an even weaker voice. I surpassed the intense pain I felt in my leg and hands and continued running towards where Newt instructed me to...

A couple of minutes passed by with me running. We were eventually met with the sight of two small doors closing and I got it. I got why Newt told me to come here... It looked like he was trying to explain it to me but he couldn't so he looked at me in despair. I shook my head as if telling him that he didn't have to and took a deep breath before running as fast as I could towards the-now almost closed-doors

I heard the familiar sound of them colliding together and when I turned around, I saw a smashed Griever on the floor. I sighed heavily and sat down

I felt something wet on my left hand. It was...blood?

Oh yeah, I was bleeding...

But wait. I though I was bleeding on my right arm...then why is there blood on my left one..?

My eyes turned wide

...Newt