EPIPHANY ✁ newt

31 , nothing left

"Any ideas!?" Minho screamed, turning to Thomas, who was still standing near the window. Almost immediately I could tell the boy did, in fact, have an idea.

"Maybe." Thomas replied, and within a second he and Minho had picked up one of the huge cylinders in the room, swinging it at the glass window at the same time - shattering the barrier into a million little pieces that flew everywhere, Newt and I shielding our faces as the other two dropped the cylinder to the ground, moving over to the opening in the wall. "Okay, its doable." Thomas stated, the four of us standing on the windowsill as we stared down, seeing some sort of waterbody right underneath where we stood. "Just need a bit of a running start."

"You sure about this?" Minho asked as we moved back to the door of the room, that was almost fully cut through now.

"Not really." Was Thomas's short reply.

"Nice pep talk." Minho said, causing me to scoff.

"Yeah, we're all bloody inspired now." Newts words managed to get a chuckle out of me, but my smile almost immediately faded as I spotted vials lying on one of the racks in the room on my right. Could one of them be the bliss? Lying right there? So close to us? Before I could even say anything, the door behind us was kicked in, causing Thomas to swear - running towards the window at full speed. "SEPH WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" I heard Newt scream the second he realised I wasn't following the three out of the window, but I couldn't look back as I replied.

"Thomas, just get him out of here! I'll be right behind you guys. Just give me one second!" I could tell that Thomas had listened to me thanks to Newt's cries of pretest vanished as he was pulled out of the shattered opening. Dodging a bullet, I sprinted over to the racks, knowing this was probably the fastest I'd ever moved as I grabbed hold of one of the vials, flinging it at an approaching guard when I read the label, which wasn't what I was looking for.

Even though the tiny bottle didn't do anything other than smash over the mans clothes, it took the WICKED guard by surprise, giving me the time to pull out my own hand gun and shoot him somewhere in the chest as I turned back to the shelves. It took only a few more seconds to confirm what I needed wasn't there. By then Janson was standing in the room, gun pointed straight at my unmasked face.

"Give up, Sephora. There's no point trying to get back to your little lover boy, you can't save him now. It's already too late - haven't you seen?" I knew he was only trying to get in my head, but he was managing. "Grab her." Within seconds, one of the guards had my hands pulled behind by back, and I watched in defeat as Janson walked over, picking up a bright green vial from one of the shelves and inserting a needle into it. "Since you seem so very interested in these, why don't I give you one as a treat?"

I only managed to read the label as Janson lowered himself down to where I was being held, roughly pushing the injection into my arm. Lyther. He was going to make my illness even worse. "I'm sorry, Sephora, but we can't have you trying to escape, can we? This should do the trick for now while we track down Thomas and the others." I could feel everything around me spinning as Janson let go of me, but even worse was what felt like the most excruciating pain I'd ever experienced rushing through my whole body. It felt like I was dying, I probably was dying.

Janson turned to one of the guards nearby, not considering my half dead body lying on a ground a threat as he stood up. But I knew I had to do something, I knew this couldn't be the end. With the arm that hadn't been stabbed, I grabbed hold of my gun which no one had taken from my grasp surprisingly - albeit, the process took a good few seconds, but the pace I was moved at only helped disguise my movements.