We All Have Scars

9

(Newt P.O.V)

 The impact knocked Thomas back, spinning him around so that he fell flat on his face, smacking his nose on the ground. The gun fired again and everyone ducked out the way. I ran to Thomas, whilst Minho ran over to the gunman and knocked the gun from his hand. 

 Thomas rolled on his back, hand clasped tight to where he'd been shot; gradually, he removed his hand to look at it. The worry in me grew at his expression, and I barely noticed out of the corner of my eye that the guy had been tackled to the ground. Minho was punching the living crap out of him. 

I finally gazed down at the damage. What I saw made my heart double its pace. A small hole in his shirt revealed a gooey red blob right in the meaty part above his armpit, blood pouring from the wound. It looked like it bloody hurt. A lot. 

"He shot me." He said, still in shock. 

 Someone handed me a shirt, and I pressed it tightly against Thomas's wound. He cried out in pain, making me grimace. 

 "I can get that sucker out of him." Jorge said. "But I'll need a fire."

"We can't do this here." I replied. 

 "Let's get out of this shuck city." Minho suggested. 

 "All right. Help me carry him." Our hands gripped him from underneath, grasping his legs. "On the count of three," I said. "One. Two. Three."He rose towards the sky, then passed out. I just prayed to God that he'd wake up. 

 We carried him through the city, Cranks screaming at us. It was so hot. Everyone was breathing heavy and fast. Feet pounding on the pavement. That is until we reached a shabby hut that was a few miles distant from the city. 

 "Okay set him down." I ordered, and we lowered him down. "Get a fire started." I told Frypan and he did. "Jorge, are you sure you know what you're doing?" 

 "No less than you, hermano." He said, pulling out a knife.

"That's not a bloody well comforting thought." I muttered. 

 The fire licked and spat nearby. And I could feel the heat wafting towards us.

 Jorge said, "You better hold him down. Legs and arms."

 I obliged and held his arms whilst Minho held his legs. A flash of light on silver was in my vision, the fading sun's reflection on the knife. It was glowing red. 

 "This is gonna hurt somethin' awful." Minho cringed. 

I heard the hiss right before it went directly into Tommy's shoulder and he passed out.

 When the "operation" was finished, I sat with Tommy for a while, until Brenda came to sit with him. I left the two alone and rejoined Isobel.

 "Hey." She said whilst I sat down. 

 "Hey." 

"How're you holding up?" She asked. 

 "Better than Tommy right now." 

 "I'm sorry." She whispered. 

 "What for?" I asked. "It's not like you're the one who bloody well shot him." 

"Yeah but... Never mind."

"No. What is it?" 

She sighed. "If you'd never have all waited for me, he might not have been shot. If I wasn't dumb enough to get caught, it never would've happened." 

I considered what she said for a moment. "Only maybe. Besides, it would be my fault if anyone's. I'm the one who went looking for you." 

"Yeah, but it's me you went looking for, and my fault you had to." 

"It's not your fault you were captured. Look, Tommy's going to be okay now. Let's just leave it at that, shall we?" 

 "Okay." She smiled. 

 "Good that." 

We stayed sitting in silence, occasionally speaking and then eating dinner. After finishing our meal, Isobel spoke up again. 

 "Do you really think he'll be okay?" 

"He's gonna be fine." 

"But-" 

"He's gonna be fine. Now get some rest." 

"Okay." She said and settled down next to me to go to sleep, but I knew I couldn't do the same. My best friend had been shot, and could die. That's not something you can just sleep off. 

 (Isobel P.O.V) 

Newt kept on telling me that Thomas would be fine, but I could tell he was worried. I couldn't blame him. I went to sleep anyway, knowing my sleep-deprived self would be of no use to anyone. But I was still worried. 

 The sun woke me up in the morning. The first thing I noticed was that Newt was no longer beside me and I frowned.

 That's when I heard it. I quickly got up. Newt and everyone else were scrambling, searching for the berg, many scanning the sky. 

 "Berg!" Jorge yelled. 

 Then the deep thrumming, heavy thumps sounded. It grew louder, as it assumedly grew closer.

 "There it is!" Minho shouted, pointing north.

 I looked as I walked over to Newt. 

 "What is it?" He yelled over the machinery.

"It's sort of like a helicopter, I guess! But better!" 

"What's it doin' ere?" 

"No clue!" I clutched his hand as the ground started to shake and dust flew as the berg landed. 

 Two people, dressed in the strange outfits, came out. One piece, baggy and dark green - the letters WICKED scrawled across the chest. Some kind of gas mask hid their faces. They looked hideous and alien. They pushed Brenda out of the way and grabbed Thomas by his arms and legs. Thomas screamed. They lifted, and everyone just stood there in shock as they took him away. They got back on the berg, and I just watched as Newt's face crumpled at the sight of seeing his best friend being taken away from him...

 A\N: Hey guys!!! Sorry that took so long and kinda sucked. I've been really busy with school stuff *eye roll* So anyway, let me know if you like a bit of Newt's p.o.v and I'll make sure to add some more in future chapters. Thanks for reading!!!😄