𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖓// 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘵 𝘹 𝘺/𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺

chapter one: your pov

The safety I feel in Newt's arms is unmatched. I can't find it anywhere else, and I don't think I ever will. We have just finished trekking through the scorch, and have found the Right Arm in the mountains. Newt is exhausted, just like the rest of us, and I think he's fallen asleep while we were cuddling. I press my face into his chest, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his breathing as he sleeps. His hand twitches around mine, and he murmurs something I can't quite hear. It's beginning to get dark at the cliff side we're sitting at. The sunset paints the sky stunning oranges and fluorescent yellows, fading into the gradual navy blue of nightfall as the moon begins to ease into the sky. It's beautiful. The dimming sun reflects off of the small, tricking stream by my right as it gets swallowed up by the sky, but it will alway rise again tomorrow. That's the only thing we really can be sure of now. That and the fact Newt will always be by my side. The only way we could ever be separated is through death. Nothing comes between us.

Newt suddenly jolts awake. "Newt, you alright?" He sighs, looking around frantically. "Yeah.. just a bad dream." He pants, stroking my hair to calm himself down. This happens a lot. "Falling?" "Yeah." He admits, his voice quiet. It's always been a sensitive topic. The day he jumped off that wall. When he broke his leg. Now he has to live with it. His limp. The nightmares. Flashbacks. A crippling fear of heights. Ironic for me to say that considering we're at a cliff side. My hand squeezes his. "It's going to be ok, Newt. I promise." I reassure, wrapping my arms around his neck. He smiles down at me, pressing a kiss to the tip of my nose, just a little thing Newt does to remind me that he loves me. Obviously there's other ways, but I think it's Newt and only Newt that kisses my nose like that. "I love you, Newt." I whisper. "I love you, Y/N." He whispers back. I hug him, feeling this bony ribs underneath his shirt. He's always been really skinny, but I've never cared. There's a lot more to a person than their looks.

He falls asleep once more, and I soon follow, dreaming about him, memories being relived. Us in the Glade, cuddling in his hammock, working together in the gardens. Walking through the scorches, being tied upside down beside him (then escaping), him getting really grumpy because he was hungry. He's everything I've ever needed and I love him unconditionally.

"Y/N! Y/N, WAKE UP!" Newt yells, crouching by my side, his hand rubbing my cheek. "Huh...?" I yawn. I hear explosions. "The shuck...?" I groan tiredly. "C'mon, we gotta get up." He says, a little calmer but still urgent. I quickly get to my feet, and WICKED bergs are in the mountains, bombing and gunning down the little resources the Right Arm has. "We gotta run, get to the other side, ok? See over there," he points to somewhere on the distance. "where Thomas and Minho and the others are?" He shouts over the noise of explosions. "Alright." I respond as we begin running, Newt slower than I am because of his leg. I force myself to keep moving, my hand still clutching his. I can tell his leg is starting to give out. He can't run for long. Suddenly, we are both shot by this kind of bullet that slightly resembles a grenade. It causes volts of electricity to break out over our bodies, inducing waves of agony. I pass out before Newt does. 

When I wake up, I'm on my knees, along with the rest of the Right Arm. Newt is beside me, awake. Minho is to my left, and I don't see Thomas. But I do see Teresa. With WICKED. I murmur her name under my breath, a large wave of pain crashing into me. I trusted her. And now she's betrayed us all. I look at Newt, his eyes narrowed in anger. I try to reach for his hand, but they're tied behind my back. I don't even try to struggle. I don't want to draw any attention to myself. Newt moves his head to the side and quickly mutters something in my ear. "I'm going to bust the ropes on your hands, and I want you to free as many people as possible, ok?" Just as he finishes his sentence, he stabs a sharp rock into the rope, slicing a small part of my hand open as the rope severs. My hands sneakily find his, untying his rope with nimble fingers. Once he's free, I work on Minho's and pass the message along, and once enough people are free. The fighting commences once more.

It's all a mess. Hands are thrown, guns are shot. Attempts to shut us down are worthless, we're unstoppable. We all start absolutely sprinting away, desperate for safety and shelter. I embarrassingly trip over several rocks, stumbling down ditches as an army of us head for retreat in a different mountain. Right as we reach a safe place, behind another mountain, I realise two are missing. Newt and Minho. 

Looking off into the horizon, I see them being dragged away onto the Berg. I want to run back and help them, but Thomas holds me back. "Don't, Y/N, there's nothing you can do for them.." Waves of hurt wash over me when I see them hit Newt, but I almost cry when I see them stomp on his leg.