EPIPHANY ✁ newt

19 , the rescue?

I crouched next to Newt, hair blowing in the breeze as I tried to get a better look at the train tracks in front of us. I cursed lightly, pulling a rubberband off my wrist and quickly throwing my hair into a ponytail. Newt looked over my way, laughing softly as I sighed. The boy had warned me to tie my hair up before we left, as there was a chance it could give us away due to its bright red colour in the sun, but of course I'd forgotten.

"They're late." I said simply, looking back at Newt, who quickly glanced at his watch, a frown on his face.

"Yeah... they are - but don't worry. They'll be here soon..." Something in the tone of his voice made me think he was trying to assure himself as well. But before either of us could say anything else, the faint rumble of an engine suddenly made itself known - causing my heart to start racing. It was now or never. This was it. What we had been planning for months on end, our only chance to get our friends back.

I loaded my gun within seconds and readjusted my legs slightly in preparation to be able to spring up whenever I needed to. Thankfully, today seemed to be one of my good days, and I could move around without feeling like I was going to collapse. I saw the blonde rearranging his bag out of the corner of my eye, and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, you've done that at least four times since this morning - let up. It's perfectly organised. Relax, Newtie." I smiled at the annoyed look Newt gave me at the nickname I had started using on him, knowing it would take his mind off stressing even if it were only for a few seconds. A minute or so later, a loud explosion in front of us causing both Newt and I to duck down until we knew it was safe, hearing a shill whistle call out.

We stood up to see the train had indeed stopped - well, the latter half at least, the front bit had gone on a bit further but was coming to a stop as we ran towards where Thomas and Vince were calling we from. Mark and Lewis following behind.

"Newt, Sephora! Come up, hurry. We've got to get moving." Vince yelled as we picked up pace - reaching the train within another few seconds. Newt and I ran around the front of it, seeing Thomas screaming for Minho on the other side as people shouted back to us from inside. I felt horrible for everyone we were going to have to leave behind, but that had been the only way to go about this. At least we were getting some out, we'd come back for the others. I tried convincing myself.

Thomas paused outside one of the compartments, then turned to Newt and I, banging on the side of it. "This one! Come on, come on." The blonde grabbed hold of me as we ran to where Thomas had told, and I kneeled down next to Newt's backpack on the ground, handing him whatever he ordered as the boy started working on getting the huge box open.

Once he was done with his pack, I picked it up, turned to see where Vince and Thomas were. They stood staring at the other half of the train, it having come to a full stop a bit away. With a sinking heart I noticed a dozen or so guards dismounting the train - running towards us with guns ready.

Thomas had climbed onto the compartment a few seconds later, looking over the edge to where Newt stood. "How's it going?" he called down, making the blonde look up at him through his dark goggles and face mask.

"Don't rush me." Newt declared, making me walk over to him and gently patting his shoulder, making sure not to get in the way of his work. A sudden bullet ricocheted off of the train - causing me to immediately drop to the ground, cover the blonde as he worked. I took down one or two of the WICKED guards, but it was impossible to get a decent aim while staying hidden.

"Newt! Sephora, get up here!" Thomas yelled from the top of the compartment, flattening down before he got hit.