Newt helped WICKED????

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"I can't even begin to explain how delighted I am to have you here, Newt." Newt slumped back into the black office chair. He licked his dry lips before speaking " what do you want from me this time?" With a slight temper. He had about had it with W I CK ED' s klunk " We need your help."

Everything that had happened to me since the Glade- it was their fault. Now they wanted my help? Who do they think they are? Newt thought to himself, even more annoyed. " we began to notice The feelings and adore you and Thomas have for one another." Explained RatMan.

NEWTS POV

... In love with me? I couldn't control the heat that rushed to my face as I thought of him. My face flushed the color of Scarlet, and I was overcome with joy. Snap out of it! I told myself. You were obviously brought here for a reason and they better's tell why and tell it fast.

I was normally a calmb person, who didn't get a huge temper. But when it involves my Tommy, I had more raging fire than 20 Minhos combined." We need to convince him that you have the flare. I have to record his reaction after it is over. Almost like say... A mini trial."

I was fuming. I stood up and threw my chair to the ground impounded my fists against the wall with my back facing RatMan. "Newt, I understand that-" I immediately cut him off. " no! You don't understand! You act like you care but you're just a bunch of heartless bastards!" Tears flowed down my cheeks now, and Ratman was taken aback.

He continued, half expecting me to cut him off again. " none of this will be real, but I need you to... Well... I need you to 'die'. WHAT?! I try to control myself this time letting him finish. " it will be announced that you have the flare to your group. You will then give Thomas a note asking him to do you a favor, and put you out of your 'misery'. Do you understand?"

I understood all right. I just didn't know what to say. I wanted to say " come here. Let my hands give you a friendly hug around the neck!" But I didn't what was I going to do? He then handed me a note and demanded that I read it aloud. Staring at it in disbelief I started reading. " kill me. If you've ever been my friend kill me. I can't do this RatM- Jansen!" I sat there motionless in disbelief.

I tried to speak but my lips just couldn't find the words. " there's nothing to worry about I can assure you." He tried to act comforting, but I was not convince this was a good idea. " based on his previous responses to other situations, we have staged an entire... Performance, I guess you could say. Since we know what he will do and everything will hopefully run smooth, he is almost like an actor on our little show. The gun he will shoot you with will be a prop. It will seem real but it has fake bullets." He explained.

I couldn't even look at his face. I couldn't make sense of it. I had a mix of feelings. Was I'm more mad at WICKED? Or was I afraid for my Tommy? " all we need is to record how he deals with his agony at the end. But... If you don't follow through with the plan... Your beloved Tommy will have to die "