surrender to the sound

I wouldnt put it past ya.

The Last City - Newt

"No!" A voice yelled. Minho.

Someone was crying. Minho? Brenda? Frypan?

Thomas?

A wave of black flashed over his mind. Thomas.

Where is Tommy?

***

Newt could feel sunlight hitting his face, but not the kind of sunlight that he could feel hitting his face when he had slept too late in the scorch. This was different.

He slowly opened his eyes to see a person- a woman- maybe, hunched over, picking through things in the corner of the room. There was a window directly shining light into his face. It was day.

He surveyed the room around him. It had burnt walls, and was dingy and dirty. He looked down to see that he was lying on a make shift bed of sorts, made by blankets and old pillows.

He looked back up at the woman in the corner, still picking through things. He couldn't recognize her, but she felt familiar. It wasn't a kind of familiar that was comforting, but rather horrifying.

She had short cut brown hair, much like Brenda's hair that she had grown out over the past six months, however this woman's hair was curly. He couldn't see her face, but her shirt at rode up at the small of her back, and burn marks trailed all over, and when she extended her arm to reached for something to the side of her, the burn marks continued all over her left arm.

She turned her face to the side, and the burn marks continued on the side of her face, but when she look straight at him, it was only about twenty five percent of her face effected. That's when the realization of who this woman was set it in.

Teresa fucking Agnes.

"Oh. You're awake." She said. She stood up and walked over to him and if it weren't for the searing pain in his chest, he would have backed away and reached for something to hit her with.

"Try not to move so much, you'll pop the stitches. I only have so much thread." She stated.

He looked down and realized then he was shirtless and there was a bandage wrapped around his chest. He felt hot, too hot, despite the lack of clothing, and he wanted to run out of here as soon as possible.

"Where the bloody hell am i?" Newt asked, venom laced in his voice. Teresa slightly flinched, and if it weren't for the fact that he was watching her as if she was going to pick something up and kill him at any moment, he wouldn't have noticed her temporary vulnerability.

"We're in the last city. In an old apartment building. It was on the other side of the city when everything went to flames, so it wasn't completely burned to the ground when the cranks infiltrated." She said, picking up a wet cloth and putting in onto his forehead.

He moved away from her touch, but she took him by the shoulders and pushed him back down, then continued to press the cloth to his head.

"Where's Thomas? And Minho, Or Brenda and Frypan and Gally." He asked. He was being hostile and he knew that, but this was Teresa, hostility was deserved.

"Paradise. I'd assume by now anyway." She said, not taking her eyes off him. Her eyes were different. Less angry and spiteful, and more concerned.

"And ya decided to stay here and play bloody doctor with me?" He said.

"I'm not picking a fight with you."

"Oh you're not? Cause I'm pretty bloody sure torturing my friends and selling us all out to WCKD was picking a fight."

"I'm not doing this with you." She stated, moving the cloth to press it to his cheek.

"What are ya doing then?"

"Listen. I missed the berg. You missed the berg, and the only way we're getting to them is if we work together."

"You just want to use me as a ticket to the Safe Haven." He said.

"Maybe. But I saved your life. So you owe me." She said, her frown etched to her face.

"Why don't we call it even? You torture my friends, you make it up to me, by saving my bloody life." He says.

"I did it for a reason." She says. All he can think about is how she's coming up with another excuse to defend her status with WCKD.

"Would ya care to share, wicked princess?" He says. He knows he's being childish. But with Teresa he can't help it.

Every time he looks at her all he can think about his the shaking, fear ridden Minho, they came across at WCKD's facility. He couldn't stop thinking about how broken down he looked.

All he can see when he looks at her is Sonya and Aris' bruised faces, and Miyoko's shaking form on the train.

He hates her. He hates what she did.

"I wanted to find a cure." She says. "And now that I have, I don't care for WCKD anymore."

"There's a cure?" He questions.

"It's Thomas' blood." She says, and a look of hurt flashes over her face.

"What happened?" He asks. "Shouldn't I be either dead or a fucking cannibal by now?"

"I think I know what happened, but i'm not entirely sure. I think that when you were stabbed, the knife that either you or Thomas or whoever killed you, decided used to kill you, had Thomas' blood on it. I don't know exactly what happened to you, or who stabbed you, but I believe that's how it happened."

He couldn't remember much. The last thing he remembers is jumping off the facility into the water.

"And how exactly are you here?"

"When WCKD fell, I fell with it, only I fell into the water. However the fire did manage to give me something of a scar." She said, motioning towards the burn marks circling all over her.

"So what's your plan now?"

"Find a way to the safe haven. I'm not staying here forever, and you can't get there on your own."

"How do ya know that?"

"You've only got one working leg, and a chest wound that could've killed you. It would be better if stuck together." She says.

"I don't like you." He states.

"I don't care." She stands, taking the cloth off him. He now missed the coolness of it.

"Here's a shirt, I was thinking of leaving tomorrow, that way you can gain some energy back." She threw a shirt in his direction.

He took it in his hands and sat up, slipping the shirt over his head. She handed him half of a candy bar.

"Eat. You'll need the energy."

He ate a couple bites of the candy bar and handed it back to her.

"Hope ya didn't poison me." He grumbled.

"If I was going to poison you, I would have done it by now."

"Well I wouldn't put it past ya." He said. "Don't even wanna think about what ya coulda done whiles I was out cold."

"I didn't do anything to you while you were out." She stated, a hard look on her face.

"Like I said, Reesa, I wouldn't put it past ya." He said.