Pyscho {Newtmas AU} (on hold)

Chapter 3

He wanted to make him a killer.

Thomas's eyes fluttered open as the sunlight from an open window hit his face. Well, it wasn't really an open window, more of a broken window. He sat up from his makeshift bed if you could call it a bed, he thought, and rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands. He was most definitely unfamiliar with his surroundings, noticing the bedside table and lamp beside him. He scanned the room, which he had no recollection of entering, and observed how tattered the small room he was in was. The paint of the walls was peeling, wood, drywall, and some insulation visible. Everything looked...destroyed.

As Thomas continued criticizing the room he had just appeared in, his eyes fell upon the blonde from the previous night.

Newt.

Thomas instantly jumped out of bed. Was this Newt's home? Was he in Newt's bed? Why is he even here?! So many questions bounced through Thomas's head, and he was about to start panicking again when Newt's eyes fluttered open. He was sitting on a couch with many broken stitches and white fluff peeking from underneath them, neck craned in what seemed to be an uncomfortable position. He groaned as he sat up, stretching to fix the aching muscles from his sleeping position.

Thomas's breath hitched in his throat.

Newt was beyond beautiful. He was breathtaking. His hair was messy from the night before, but still perfectly framed his angelic-like face. His hazel eyes glittered in the morning sunlight, and his skin was so smooth. Of course he had a few cuts and bruises from God knows what, but Thomas only saw them as characteristics of Newt. His lips were a bright shade of pink, and they looked so welcoming that Thomas had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself from running to the blonde an pressing their lips together. In his eyes, Newt was perfect.

Thomas quickly shook his head as Newt gave him a strange look. He had been staring for an alarmingly long amount of time. "Sorry," he mumbled. "I'm just a little confused."

Newt gave Thomas a soft an reassuring smile. "It's okay. I'd be confused too if I had been dragged to a broken-down shed in the middle of the night after I had passed out." He let out a small chuckle after saying this, which caused Thomas's heart to flutter. But then his eyes widened. Had he really passed out? And Newt saw and decided to bring him to his "house"?

"W-wait. Wh-what?" Thomas stuttered, once again cursing himself for being so nervous all the time. Stupid anxiety. His voice also cracked and sounded weak from having been asleep. Rubbing his eyes again, he sat on the bed, awaiting Newt's response. He felt heavy, not in the sense of being tired, more of the sense of being worthless, which was what he was, in his opinion at least. Newt only chuckled again, flashing his dimples when he smiled.

"You don't have to be scared or nervous around me, Tommy. I'm not gonna hurt you, I actually like you."

Thomas perked up a little at this, head raising to make eye contact with Newt. He smiled, earning a grin in return. "Y-You like me?" he asked, gaining a little smidge of confidence. Newt nodded, still grinning, "You're a troubled boy Tommy. Just like me. I see a lot of myself in you..." Newt trailed off as Thomas blushed and looked down at his lap, all his confidence replaced by nervousness. He didn't want to do anything that would cause Newt to hate him, and now that Newt admitting to liking the brunette, he is going to have an even harder time of controlling his anxiety.

"Why did you bring me to your.....your home? And why did you have a gun last night?" Thomas had been waiting to ask that question, it was eating away at the back of his mind, and he let it slip past his lips before he could stop himself. Newt pursed his lips in thought, and Thomas was debating making a run for it. He ultimately decided not to, and Newt finally opened his mouth to speak.

"Well, it's kind of complicated, Tommy. You see, I'm not what most people call normal. I have a few loose screws in my head-" He knocked the side of his skull for emphasis, "-I had that gun because....I'm a psycho killer, and I had recently shot and killed a girl that had used my sister's ex to cheat on. I like to protect my family, and will take any risk to defend them. The cops came tat night to interrogate you because of me. I'm basically a fugitive...and I brought you here to keep you safe from the cold and dangers form out in the open, which sounds bloody ridiculous considering I'm a part of those dangers."

Thomas was stunned to say the least. Newt had just openly admitted his care for Thomas, and he was rendered speechless. Hearing those words about Newt's life made his heart drop, but he didn't think any less of him. He actually felt bad for him in a way. Being so hard on yourself that you resort to killing others to feel at peace again. He knows what it feels like to not fit in or be accepted. He suddenly had a surge of confidence, and much to his and Newt's surprise, he took one of the blonde's hands in his.

"I understand how you feel," he said, gently rubbing his fingers over the blondes knuckles. Newt didn't respond, he only looked at Thomas. He searched the brunette's eyes for any sign of deceit, any tone of his voice showing he was lying, but he found none. Thomas was telling the truth, and Newt couldn't help but smile. They sat there for a while, staring into each other's eyes, getting lost in them. Their breaths were short and even, and the chill of the morning allowed them to be visible as little puffs of smoke. Eventually, the light coming into the room cast a shadow over the two of them, the brightness almost blinding them both.

Thomas finally broke the gaze, clearing his throat and standing up. "I would love to stay and get to know you and your story, Newt, and I really want to, but I have to get back to my parents. They have to know that I'm alive."

Newt's face fell, but he nodded in understanding. "Yeah, yeah of course. I want to get to know you too, Tommy, and I know we'll see each other again. I like you too bloody much not to."

Thomas laughed. "I like you too Newt, and you were right." He started walking toward the exit of the shed, each footstep creaking the wood beneath him. Newt cinched his eyebrows together, puzzled.

"Right about what Tommy?"

Thomas turned and gave a small smile to the other.

"You're a troubled boy. Just like me."

And then he left.
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