Newt's eyes were dark. nothing but voids of darkness. he stared at Thomas and Elsie for a moment, black liquid dripping from his mouth like drool. "Newt??" Thomas whispered. Newt roared, lunging forward at Thomas who quickly dodged him. Newt went flying to the floor, Elsie screaming as she fell to her knees beside him. "Newt, Newt! it's me, Elsie! it's your little sister Elsie!" she cried. but it wasn't Newt anymore. He let out a harsh, guttural roar lunging at Elsie.
Elsie screamed, struggling beneath Newt as he loomed over her, roaring and growling in her face. She sobbed in fear, trying to push him off. Thomas ran over, pushing Newt off of her. Elsie quickly backed away, watching in horror as Newt rolled across the floor, getting onto his knees and staring down at the floor. "Tommy, Kill me!" he cried. Elsie felt a pain so strong she wanted to scream in agony. There was still a little part of Newt within him, fighting against the Virus taking over his body.
She watched helplessly as Newt ran at Thomas, her heart hammering so fast she could hear it in her ears. "Thomas!" she screamed, watching as he and Newt rolled around on the floor, struggling. Newt lay over him, Thomas struggling to push him back as Newt tried to bite him. "Newt, please!" he yelled. Newt stopped for a split moment, breathing heavily. "I'm sorry Tommy" he whispered, shaking. "it's okay, it's okay" Thomas whispered, not noticing Newt slipping a shotgun out of his pocket, lifting it to his head.
"No!" Elsie screamed, running at Newt and flying right into him, causing the two to tumble to the ground, the gun skidding across the floor. Newt roared in anger, pulling a knife out from his holster. Elsie cried out in fear, rolling away from him as he tried to stab her with it. that wasn't her brother. her dear Newt. never would he attack his friends, attack his Elsie. She screamed in pain as she felt the blade dig into her thigh.
"Newt! No!" Thomas yelled, tackling Newt to the ground. Newt quickly arose, running at Thomas and slashing the knife at him. Elsie cried in fear, hoping and praying that Minho would get there with the serum as soon as possible. she didn't know how long they had until Newt fully turned, until Thomas couldn't hold him off anymore. Elsie whimpered as she clutched her thigh, the deep gash oozing with blood and stinging with pain.
Thomas and Newt tackled each other to the ground, rolling around in a mess of punches and kicks. Thomas yelled in pain as Newt stabbed the knife into his shoulder, quickly pulling it out and throwing it in the other direction. he grabbed Newt by the head, slamming it into the ground and making an awful noise. "Newt!" Elsie cried. she ran forward to where Newt lay on the ground, unconscious.
"it's okay, he's just passed out" Thomas whispered, catching his breath. "but he needs the serum now, before its too late"
Elsie cried, gently pulling Newt's head onto her lap, her body wracking with sobs as she stroked his hair gently. she knew those dark pools were still there beneath his closed eye lids, clouding over his warm brown eyes, and she hated that. she never thought she could hate anything more. she knew this moment of peace wouldn't last long. he would soon be conscious again, trying to attack and kill his loved ones.
and though she didn't want to believe it, it might be her only chance to say goodbye.
She sniffled, watching as her tears fell upon him like rain drops. she cradled him in her arms, crying as she thought back to all their times together. she thought back to when they first met, when he had carried her in his arms. she thought back to all their chats, when they would spend every minute together in the glade, laying together beneath the shade of their tree. she thought back to every time he had protected her. every reassuring whisper. every hug, every time he had held her hand discreetly so she wouldn't feel embarrassed.
she thought about his smile. his laugh. the warmth of his brown eyes and how just a second in his presence could make her feel better no matter what. the thought of that virus taking it all away from her filled her with rage. she tilted her head back and screamed in agony. the scream shook Thomas's heart. it was so raw, so filled with rage and grief. he had never heard anything like it. Elsie broke down in tears, her lungs raw and burning as she dropped her head onto Newt's chest, crying silently. Thomas took a slow step over to Elsie, crouching down beside her and wrapping an arm around her.
The two sat together in silence, Elsie crying softly over Newt's body. Thomas slowly lifted the knife, ready to plunge it into Newt's heart. ready to kill him. please tommy. please, kill me.
"Thomas! Thomas!"
Elsie lifted her head at the sound of running footsteps towards them. Brenda. Elsie Froze, choking back a sob. "Thomas, I've got it! I've got it!" Brenda yelled. Thomas grabbed Elsie by the shoulders pulling her back. Elsie stood still, watching as Brenda fell to her knees beside Newt, aided by Thomas, and plunged the needle into his arm.
Elsie still didn't move. she didn't even utter a word. Not even when Katie rushed to her side, shaking her by the shoulders. she didn't move, not even when Frypan, Minho and Jorge lifted up Newt and began carrying him away to the aircraft. She just watched. she didn't move, when Katie ran over to Thomas, pulling on his arm and begging him to stay with her. Katie had to be restrained as Thomas ran off into the streets with his shotgun, Katie screaming for him to come back. Elsie knew what he was doing. he was going to kill Ava Paige.
Elsie still didn't say a word as Brenda wrapped an arm around her shoulder, leading her to the aircraft. She sat down in silence, staring at Newt who lay down resting on the seats across from her. he wasn't going to wake up, not for another little while. The dark veins started slowly disappearing from his face. the black liquid had been wiped away, and he looked like he was sleeping peacefully.
Elsie was traumatized. she had gone through so much all in one night. she had gone through so much her whole life. She had survived the maze trials, watched her best friend and her other friends get killed. she had survived the scorch, lost more friends and been betrayed by the girl she considered her older sister. She had survived many attacks from WICKED, gotten involved in dangerous missions and attacks. she had gotten shot at, kidnapped, hurt. and she had watched her brother, the person dearest to her, get his mind and his body taken over by a dangerous Virus, driving him completely insane, so completely out of his mind that he attacked her. he stabbed her. and it wasn't even his fault.
she fiddled with the bandage wrapped around the gash in her thigh, sitting cross legged on her seat as everyone sat waiting for Thomas. She blocked out the loud noises of all the immunes they had rescued chatting amongst each other. when Frypan attempted to talk to her, she didn't respond. she just sat there, silent.
she didn't know what to say. she couldn't form words. she didn't want to speak, so she locked her mouth shut and threw away the key.
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