SHE DIDN'T EVEN HAVE TIME to agree with the plan before he ran off, using various upturned boxes as cover. Instead, Eden slowly moved to a better vantage point where she could see the goings on clearer while still keeping herself hidden. Once situated, she turned and looked through a gap between two panels that she was currently hiding behind. Her mouth ran dry at the sight before her. Her mind went completely still as her heart hammered in her chest, her entire focus dedicated to him. In the distance stood Janson. He had a gun trained on Newt's head, directly placed on the little crease between his brows. "Where is she!" Janson screamed, the entire camp rendering silent as they all waited for Newt's response. It was obvious he was becoming inpatient, his finger was awfully close to the trigger.
Newt looked stern, focused. Not at all scared for his life. Not at all worried. "She's miles away by now." There was no shake to his voice, no hint of emotion. Nothing that would show the slightest amount of vulnerability.
Suddenly, the gun was moved from Newt's head as Janson turned around. "Thomas," he grinned moments before punching him in the torso, causing Thomas to buckle. "Get him in line."
All Eden could do was watch and move out of the way of lights that still searched for her. Another aircraft landed in front of where all the campers had been crowded and thankfully all the guards moved to the middle, no longer looking for people that could have been left behind. However one guard must have heard something as he started to approach her hiding space. Eden instantly moved, hiding in the shadows, as she relocated herself to someplace that she could not be seen. She was no longer close enough to hear the chatter around the aircraft in the centre of the campsite.
By the time she felt safe enough to look back at the crowd, the situation had changed greatly. People were beginning to be loaded into the previously landed aircraft and now Ava Paige had arrived on the scene, standing directly in front of Thomas. Eden watched a confrontation between her Mother and Ava, still unable to hear a word that they were saying nor read an expression between them. Her palms were slick with sweat, heart rate going so fast that she could hear her blood sloshing in her ears. A gunshot rang out as she looked down to wipe her hands on her trousers, a shot that she could physically feel in her core. After checking her own stomach for blood, she looked back up and watched as her mother collapsed to the ground.
The tears just went then. Thick tears that she could not stop. It felt rather odd to cry for someone who she hadn't known that well yet she was still her mother. Any hope for that relationship that she had clung onto for those days in the glade was swiped away as she watched her mother's last fighting breaths. Eden forced herself to take deeper breaths to compose herself as she forcefully wiped her face with her hands. She just couldn't stop the tears from falling, no matter how hard she tried. So she ignored them, looking back to Thomas who was now standing with the weapon in hand.
Her heartbeat quickened as Thomas' hand slowly rose into the sky, the signal that they had talked about. She wiped her face again and filled her lungs with air but just as she was about to slip out of her hiding space, the beeping of a horn shocked her back into the dark. A vehicle was approaching.
She heard Jorge's psychotic laugh from a mile away.
Battle amongst the Right Arm and Wicked ensued again. Eden popped out and, planning to run to Newt, did not bother to hide herself from the shooting guards any longer. She was sick of it. Just as she was about to reach for a discouraged gun to protect herself, she ran into Minho. Literally. The two nearly both fell to the ground but managed to steady themselves. Minho took one look at who he had run into and sighed out of relief, knowing it was someone who wasn't going to kill him. From then on, they ran together.
About a minute into their run, which included the both of them ducking bullets and weaving amongst crowds of people. Eden felt two hands grab onto her torso, just above her hips. Two gloved hands that yanked her off her feet and out of the path she had been running. Minho turned and instantly attacked the guard who attempted to drag her away. Eden fought against the guard too, kicking and twisting her own body as Minho punched and often kicked the guard himself. The masked guard must have sent out some sort of signal as three more guards began to encroach on them. The guard's grip on Eden's waist eventually faulted and she managed to get out and onto her feet, moments before the others got close enough to catch her.
"Run E!" Minho yelled, forcefully pushing her out of the way before he and another member of the Right arm went on to fight the guards. It was a losing battle.
"Minho!" she yelled as the guard instantly collided with some sort of weapon with the side of his face. Eden was not going to listen whatsoever. She frantically looked around for a gun or another weapon to defend herself with as one of the guards fell with two shots in his back.
However, Fry just happened to be in her path once again. He did not waste a second in dragging her away from the deadly situation once more but she instantly fought against it. "Go!" Minho shouted back, voice pained. Frypan practically threw her over his shoulder, running away from the situation. She watched in horror as the guards won against Minho and the member of the right arm, taking them both to the aircraft.
"Fry, we have to save him!" Frypan did not listen, knowing that there was nothing they could do for Minho now. Not a single thing. Instead he persisted and kept heading towards where the others had confragated, hidden on top of the mountains.
Frypan was forced to change direction at the sight of two more guards, both approaching in the direction that he had planned to go. All the while Eden was screaming that they needed to go back for Minho, to help him escape. She was ignored, despite the ache of pained guilt that it sent through Frypan's heart. They stopped as the guards all suddenly disappeared, filing onto the helicopter. Everything was silent and everyone watched as the helicopter flew away, filled with dozens of their own. Fry put Eden down then, knowing that she could not do the one thing she so greatly wished to do. She simply just stood next to her, eyes becoming enveloped in darkness of the night as the lights from all the aircraft got further and further in the distance.
She did not know what to feel. There were far too many emotions circling in her mind. A type of grief for her mother, hatred towards Janson and Ava which were all accompanied by a massive swooping guilt for Minho. It should have been her, not him, on that aircraft. The silence remained for a good ten minutes, not a word being muttered by anyone. Then slowly, people began to shuffle about in the darkness. Eden and Fry however both chose to head into the mountains where the others were, wanting to know if anyone else had been swept away or hurt.
The trek felt as if it went on for miles. They stumbled over things underfoot but managed to avoid actively walking into anything due to the light a random fire was giving off. Eventually, the two of them reached the hill they were to walk up and suddenly the group came into light. They were all stood, holding various torches, while looking onto the camp to spot the people they were missing. Eden quickly surveyed all she could see as she and Fry climbed the hill. It didn't look like they were missing anyone but Minho and Aris. When her eyes locked with Newts, she was suddenly reminded of the sight of his near death. Her legs could not go fast enough.
She ran straight to Newt, weaving past Thomas before she leapt into a hug, wrapping herself as close to him as physically possible. His hand flew to the back of her head as she nestled her head in the crook of his neck, breathing deeply as relief flooded through the part of her brain that had thought he had died in the chaos. His other arm wrapped around her back, holding her just as close as she did him. Both had been so frightened for the other's life that it took over most thoughts for their own. Both would die to protect the other. "I thought they were going to shoot you," she whispered softly, making sure no one else would hear. It was easy due to their close proximity.
"You saw that?" he asked softly, instantly getting flashbacks to the situation.
She loosened her arms around his back ever so slightly, shuffling them to somewhere more comfortable, "Don't you ever do that again."
He went to shake his head, "Pepper-"
"No. Don't even think about it, I can't have what happened to Minho happening to anyone else.... Especially you."
"Okay love," he whispered back, hand still placed on the back of her head and nestled within her hair. He never promised a thing.
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Little lies - NEWT
Fanfiction❝ I just wish you could see the way that I feel about you.❞ ❝ Show me.❞ - EDEN had spent the whole of her life, that she remembered, trying to find something within the chemicals that she was given every month. She had not found anything until a cer...
