TMR/TBS Imagines

Newt // Immune

"Okay (Y/N), you have only minutes to get Newt and bring him out," Thomas explained with his hand on the handle of the door. This was a rescue mission for Newt. He had ran off to the crank city because he thinks he's sick. Thomas came with me to take him back with me and fix him. This was the hard part.

"You have only ten minutes when he opens that door honey," the driver said.

"That's plenty. Trust me, Tommy," I said tying my hair to the side.

"Good luck," he smiled before opening the door. I took a deep breath before climbing out of the van. The door immediately slammed behind me causing me to jump and look back. How was I gonna find one boy in a city of sick people?

I started walking through the people, some eying me and some not noticing I was there. As I passed by a bowling alley, I noticed a blonde boy poking through the window. Well it didn't hurt to try.

I ran towards the building with high hopes even though most likely they would be crushed in a second. I ran through the doors and turned to my left. The blonde haired boy was standing beside a window with his hands in his pockets.

"Newt," I whispered. His head jerked towards me. His face was stern and angry but loosened when he looked at me. A small smile creeped onto his face as his eyes filled with happiness. Seconds later, he shook his head and looked back up. The smile left and his eyes were a black color surrounded by bloodshot rims.

"You shouldn't be here," he said sternly.

"Newt, hey it's me. I came to get you," I said taking steps forward.

"You think I'm leaving with you? You stupid girl! I'm sick! I said I was never gonna see you again so why did you come here?" He was yelling now with spit flying from his mouth.

"But Newt you're not sick. I know you think you are but you aren't. You're still the same Newt I met three years a-"

"Shut up! Just shut up! I told Thomas to kill me but he couldn't!" He was screaming now and drawing attention from the cranks in the room. "I'm going crazy (Y/N)! I have no control over anything anymore! I'm not Newt anymore, I'm a full blown bloody crank! Now get out!"

"No I'm not leaving without you. You're immune too-"

"Of you don't leave right now, I'll kill you!" He screamed with black eyes. Not a single ounce of his brown eyes were left.

"You wouldn't. Newt you can fight this. It isn't you it's all in your head. You're not sick, babe," I said inching closer. He wouldn't kill me. I know he thought he was crazy but he wouldn't kill me.

He suddenly lunged forward and grabbed my shoulders. In all the sudden movements, I had no time to fight back and collapsed onto the floor. One of his hands clasped around my neck while the other was pinning my hand down.

"I'm sick! I'm DYING! I'M A CRANK!" He screamed at me. The pressure against my neck was building as I gasped for any air that wasn't reaching my lungs. His eyes were clouded with darkness but I didn't hold anything against him. This wasn't him.

I used my free hand to push against his face to move his hand off my neck. For a split second, his eyes widened. They lost their black color and his hand loosened.

I pushed his body until he laid on the ground and I was straddling him.

"It's a test!" I wheezed gaining my breath. I had one hand next to his head and the other holding my neck. I could feel the bruises forming on my skin but I didn't care. Nothing mattered except saving Newt.

He looked terrified underneath me as he looked at my tear filled eyes. The beautiful brown color regained in his eyes when his lips parted.

"You're not sick. Newt, it's Wicked's test on us. Please just come with me and I'll fix it. Please," I croaked and sat up.