{fortiter - strong and assertive; vigorous and powerful.}
newt's pov:
If someone had asked me a few years ago where I saw myself at this point in my life, I probably wouldn't have said this.
I think naively I had assumed that once y/n and I had reunited, everything would just be better. We'd have no more problems around us that needed fixing, and we'd live out the rest of our days peacefully, surrounded by our friends.
Until now, I'd say our biggest concerns were the kitchen rebuild, and Vince's unfortunate and sudden deterioration.
My mind lingers to him and what he'd say about this; how he would spiral into panic if he knew y/n was missing. He surely doesn't know of our current situation.
He will soon, and there's nothing that I can do about that now.
Swarms of soldiers flooded the shore, terrifying passing camp residents that we had failed to clear from the beach in time.
By the time they had herded us into small intimidation clusters, an additional hoard had finally broken through the gates, and surrounded the camp entirely.
The soldiers shot down a number of our watchers, and gracefully accepted any weapons from the surrendering party.
I could feel my arms being yanked behind my back; zip ties tightening to keep them in place. But yet, none of it felt tangible.
I was so out of it, so oblivious to whatever was going on around me that it took Gally pretty much yelling in my face for me to actually look up.
"Newt! Are you seeing this?"
The man dressed in a hideous Wicked uniform shouted at Gally, aiming his large machine gun between the boy's eyes.
I watched the two, shocked, but in the process, saw what he was referencing in the distance.
The only person I had been begging to see for hours had finally reappeared, hands tied behind her back, gun to her head.
The only thing more surprising than that was the person stood beside her, holding the gun.
I moved away from the two, only for the soldier to roughly yank me backwards.
"Rainer?"
I turn to Gally. "What the fuck?"
His face looked exactly how I envisioned mine did: angry and really fucking confused.
But then Rainer opened his mouth and made it worse.
"She's one of us!"
He yanks down her sleeve, revealing the one thing she's most ashamed of.
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y/n's pov:
Seeing his face was easily the worst part.
The way he froze when he saw me, and how his frown deepened as Rainer yelled across the camp.
They made me stand and watch over my people as they were forced to surrender their weapons and belongings. Rainer kept his gun drawn the entire time, even with my hands tied.
I knew he didn't trust me.
He would periodically whisper into my ear, reminding me of our deal.
As if I could forget.
"Not too much longer now." He would coo, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand. "I need the key for the armoury, remember."
Begrudgingly, I nodded, and slipped a finger into my back pocket.
