TMR/TBS Imagines

Newt // I Could Never Forget You (Pt.2)

Newt's POV

I woke up the first one awake in the boys room. I couldn't get the kiss she gave me out of my head. It had been three years of us being best friends but I wanted more. I wanted to kiss her, hold her hand, sleep next to her again, comfort her, and make her feel just as loved as she was.

I climbed down from my bunk and slipped my shoes on and left the room. I was a little taken back when the room looked different. The couches and tables were missing except for one wooden table in the corner. How odd.

I went to the girls room in hopes to wake (Y/N) and finally tell her the pent up feelings I've had for years now. Only when I walked in, the room was empty. (Y/N) and Teresa's beds were empty and made neatly as if they were never there. I ran to the door and noticed a small poster hanging off it. It read:

Teresa Agnes. Property of Wicked. Subject A1. The Betrayer.

(Y/N). Property of Wicked. Subject A4. The Manipulated.

The Manipulated? What does that mean? But more importantly, where were they?

I ran back to the room and started hitting all the boys awake. They all groaned and turned over but i was persistent and angry.

"Get the bloody hell up. Someone moved us while we slept. We're somewhere different," I called making a few boys sit up curious.

"What do you mean?" Minho asked.

I pointed to the door. "Go see for yourself." I stood there worrying about (Y/N). Where was she? Was she okay? Did she know we were missing? Did she miss me?

"Who the hell are you?" Minho yelled making the awake boys run into the room. A man was sitting at the desk with his finger drifting over the wood.

The man stayed silent as the rest of the boys filled the room. Thomas muttered "Teresa" and took off into the room.

"Who are you?" He then yelled making us run into the other room like we had just done to this one.

"Our names are Aris and Nelson," a boy said coming out of the girl's bathroom.

"What have you done to Teresa?" Thomas asked. I rolled my eyes. Of course that shank wouldn't mention (Y/N), he's only known her for a week, but that's who I was caring about. I could care less where that girl had gone as long as (Y/N) was safe.

"Who? I don't know man. A group of guys woke us up last night and brought us here, said this was our new room. They never mentioned a girl," the taller boy explained.

"But their names are on the-" I stopped myself when I looked at the words written on the door. They now said:

Aris. Property of Wicked. Subject B1. The Partner.

Nelson. Property of Wicked. Subject B3. The Victim.

"She's gone. She's gone. She was right here and now she's gone," I mumbled and found it hard to breath. I sucked in a huge breath and gripped the small boys shirt and lifted him off the ground. "Where is she? I know you did something to her! Where is she?"

The boys grabbed my shirt and shoulders and pulled me off a cowering Aris. Nelson grabbed his shoulders and pushed him behind himself.

"Newt, calm down. We'll find her," Minho explained trying to calm me down.

"No! These shanks did something to her! I have no idea where she is and I might not ever see her ever again or tell her how I feel. Bloody hell why couldn't I just tell her I loved her!" I screamed and kicked the corner of a bed.