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This one is more in Newts pov and some scenes are skipped - also their relationship - I've written it so everyone knows they are in love with each other but they've grown so comfortable together that they don't know that they ARE in love with each other. This act and next will be them realising so don't worry about that 😭
Character death, murder and some scenes are skipped
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"You're a killing machine, nothing else. Remember that."
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Janson's voice rang out inside (Y/n)'s head as he quietly gasped awake. It was still dark out, but he could tell it was early morning from the cold air and the sun just peeking over the horizon. The boy rubbed his eyes and tried to control his breathing.
His mind, without wanting to, was piecing together everything that happened at the compound. The dreams. The way WICKED acted around him. Why he wasn't sent to be harvested for this cure.
From the dreams, and the words that his mind would remember when woken up, (Y/n) knew he was important to Ava. To WICKED. He knew he wasn't a relation weakness to either Ava or Janson. And he knew he killed innocent people.
Many innocent people. Maybe that's why they wanted him so badly... cause he was murdering machine.
(Y/n)'s thoughts were interrupted by a shift of someone's body. His eyes snapped beside him. Newt was laying on his back, his head slightly turned to stare. His brown eyes flickered between different features on (Y/n)'s face.
"You've been quiet," The golden blonde spoke, sitting up. (Y/n) noticed that his voice was deeper from his sleep. In which, he reacted by scratching the back of his neck.
"Have I?"
"Yeah, ever since the compound."
The boy had noticed that (Y/n) was more in his head than reality and Newt knew that was a dangerous place. He also noticed that whenever WICKED was mentioned, (Y/n)'s eyes fogged up with thoughts.
Just how they were right now.
Newt bent his knee when he moved closer, the other one stretched out. He was facing (Y/n)'s side as (Y/n) faced the rising sun. Blood stained hands played with his wooden elephant. Running across the groves with his thumb.
"There's nothing to say about how I can feel, so you don't have to worry about me. I can take care of myself just fine."
(Y/n) said quietly, making sure not to wake the others. Newt played with his pant fabric.
