Eternal (A Newt Fanfic)

Chapter 11

"Chose." Kayleigh repeats again. "Chose now. Or they both die." I can't chose. I know. I can't. But if I don't they'll both die. I have to chose. Before I can even speak, she tuts. Oh, can't choose can you? That's a shame. She gets a more firm grip on the knife and almost looks sane for a moment when she thinks. "I think I'll choose the pretty boy." She says. It takes me a second to work out who she means. Newt. She's going to kill Newt right in front of me.

Newt is tied up so he can't do anything to stop his fate. I can see in his eyes something which must also be showing in mine. Fear. Pure fear.

She holds the knife lightly. "Before I kill you, I might want to destroy them pretty looks of yours." She raises the knife to his cheek and begins to drag it down the side of his face. He's trying to not scream out but he's struggling. I can't imagine the pain he's going through right now.

When she's finished, she steps back to admire her handy work. Newt now has a large scar down the left side of his face. Before she can get back into his face and give him another scar, there's a noise in the distance. A sort of blaring siren noise. Kayleighs smile fades. "I don't have enough time." She mutters to herself. She turns around to face us all. "You think you may have survived, but, I'll be back! And next I'm kill you all!" And with that, she threw something on the ground.

It exploded in a puff of red smoke. And when it cleared, Kayleigh was no where to be seen.

I was almost relieved for a sec when 6 cars pulled up next to the shack. A man in an identical lab coat to the woman we met outside the glade steps out. He begins to talk into a walkie talkie. "Group A has broken out. Should I eliminate or continue the trials?" The voice on the other side sounds muffled and I can't quite make out what he was saying.

The man shakes his head and reaches into the car. The doors of the shack begin to close and as we are all tied up, there's not much we can do. Just before the door closed completely, I remember seeing the scientist give me a sad look as if to say I'm sorry.

I take this as a sorry that you're going to die so I close my eyes and wait for death. But it never comes.

After a second of sitting like this, I open my eyes and see Minho fiddling with his boot. I suddenly remember. All us runners, we kept knives in our boots. I can't do much since my arms are tied behind my back to a chair but the best I can do is scream, "Runners, did you forget you have a knife?" The remaining 10 or so runners immediately catch on and begin to cut open to ropes that were holding them together. When everyone was untied, Minho came over to me and in a quick move, sliced the rope off of my wrists though I have a feeling that wasn't all he sliced off. When I finally get my arms in front of me, I see that I was right. My sleeve is now ripped, right up to the elbow.

I am just about to have a go at him when I see something the black on my arm. Its a tattoo. On it are two simple sentences.

"Subject A4
The brains

The brains? What does that mean? I mean, I'm not overly smart? But then again, how did someone tattoo me while I was sleeping? That's not possible. "Minho, Newt, Thomas? Can you come here please?" I say, my voice trembling.

They walk over looking confused and worried. "What?" They ask. "Roll up your right sleeve." I say. They all do and there it is right on there arm in the same place as mine. They all say something different.

Minho's says,
"Subject A7
The leader."

Newt's says,
"Subject A5
The glue."

And Thomas's, well his scary. A death omen. Thomas's says,
"Subject A2,
To be killed by group B"

Okay, so I moved the location of the tattoos from the neck to the arm because I wanted to. Also 300 reads is CRAZY. Updating soon!