{crepitus - a violent shattering or blowing apart of something, as is caused by a bomb.}
THREE DAYS, NINE HOURS AND FOUR MINUTES EARLIER
y/n's pov:
"Hold on, what does that have to do with us? You know we wouldn't steal from the armoury."
I sigh. "I'm not accusing you, I'm just stating a fact. Weapons have gone missing, and therefore, I need your keys."
Newt watched my movements closely, desperate to read my expression. I ignored him, looking back at Gally.
"What if we need something from the armoury?"
"You won't."
He stammers, bewildered. "You just expect us to give you our keys when our lives could be in danger?"
My tone did not waver. "Yes."
The others before me scoffed. "Y/n you can't be serious..."
"I'm serious, B. I wouldn't be asking otherwise."
Thomas, Gally, Brenda and Newt all looked at me with the same expression: utter confusion.
Newt leans forward slowly, his features soft. "Y/n... I don't know if this is the best course of action... we're the only ones in camp with keys, what if someone needs something?"
My response was less kind. "It wasn't a request."
I look over at the four, meeting each of their eyes. "Hand me your keys. I will not be asking again."
Slowly, and with a great deal of hesitation, each of them reached into their pockets, and handed over their key for the armoury cupboard.
I take them from the table, and pocket all four.
"If any of you try to open the armoury, you will die."
I watched as they tried desperately to comprehend what I had said, but by that time I had already turned, and headed to the door.
Newt called after me, but I was already far from reach, and on my way to the shooting range.
I could hear his footsteps behind mine before he reached out to grab my hand.
He pulls me back, turning me around so we're facing each other. "Y/n, talk to me."
"I'm pretty sure I just did."
His laugh is not humorous. "Don't be facetious with me," He says, clearly not in the mood. "What's going on? Talk to me."
I go to wrench myself away, but he holds on tight.
"There's something you're not telling me."
I wasn't expecting him to be so suddenly perceptive. "I told you. I need the keys-"
"Because someone stole from the armoury, yes you said. But that isn't true, is it?"
How on earth would he know that?
I take a step closer to him now, my voice quieter. "Are you saying I'm lying?"
We're all but touching, and I wondered if he'd just close the distance between us, and envelop me in a hug.
He didn't.
"No, but I can tell there's something else going on. Something you aren't telling me."
I stare up at him, enamoured. "And what makes you think that?"
He scoffs, taking a step back. "Because you just threatened to kill your closest friends!"
