SMS \\Newtmas AU

0.23

Not text format and this is sort of a continuation of the last chapter.

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The pounding on the door intensified to kicking,  the yelling only grew in louder and more terrifyingly blood chilling with each passing second.

Thomas sat in a corner hugging a sobbing Chuck to his chest.

"Thomas." It was Minho. The Asian boy nodded to a window. "You and the boy need to leave."

"CHUCK! CHUCKIE!" Gally's voice boomed from outside, sending the class into a murmur of frightened excitement.

In spite of himself, Chuck let out a loud squeak of fear.

The ruckus outside stopped for a few seconds. Thomas and Minho waited with baited breath. Then Gally asked again. "Chuck?"

"Okay. Now go.  Go!"

Before they could move properly,  however.  The loud unmistakable bang of a gun being fired sounded and the class scurried farther away from the door.

Then the door swung open on its hinges. Gally, complete messy oily, disgusting hair and skin and a no doubt psychotic frown, walked in. "Where. Is.  My. Son?" Each word was uttered lowly under the breath but the threat and danger behind them was not missed by all in hearing range.

Gally spotted the brothers by the wall.
He stepped forward. Thomas stood, pushing Chuck behind him.

Gally halted,  meeting yet another obstacle to his goal.

"Thomas." A simple utter stirred Thomas into a kind of rage.

"No." He said,  his voice only trembled slightly and his gaze kept dropping to the gun Gally had clasped in his right fist.

"No?" Gally rose an eyebrow, Thomas could see plainly the madness and lunacy in his eyes.

"No." Thomas said firmly, his hand closed protectively around Chuck's wrist. He shifted to remove the boy from Gally's view.

"I don't want to hurt anyone,  Thomas. Least of all  you. But I will have what I came for."

Thomas swallowed,  his Adam's Apple bobbing.

Gally lifted the gun and aimed it right at his step son's chest.

Thomas did not flinch.

Safety off.

Thomas gasped as a certain blonde boy's image ran through his mind.

Newt...

Thomas' eyes were trained on Gally as his finger moved from the safety to the trigger.

Perhaps if he was conscious of something else, he could have stopped what happened next. He would have seen his little brother move from behind him only slightly then shove himself in front of his big brother.

For years to come, Thomas would always regret his immediate reaction to the situation.

He lay on the ground and sighed a breath of relief as the shot rang out. Then there was a thud directly in front of him.

Thomas watched as his brother's body convulsed in pain. A bullet embedded in his neck.

Thomas scooted over to him,  mouth agape and eyes already stinging with incoming tears.

A few feet away, Minho tackled Gally and held him down,  the gun skidded away across the room.

Chuck stared blindly upwards,  gurgling noises coming from his mouth as blood poured from his wound like water.

"No! NO!  CHUCK!" Thomas couldn't think. All that was registering in his mind was his brother bleeding out in front of him.

"T-thomas." Chuck clutched his shirt. Thomas grabbed his hand in his two. Clasping them together.

"Chuck." Thomas whispered,  his voice hoarse and tired from screaming and throat blocked with upcoming tears.

"I-I."

Thomas pressed his brother's hand to his lips. "I love you,  Chuckie." Tears streamed rivers out his eyes and dripped off his chin to fall upon Chuck's bloodied uniform.

Chuck's eyes watched Thomas,  a silent message hidden within them.

As Thomas watched, the light in his eyes seemed to go out all at once and he went limp.

"NO! CHUCK! NO!! "

The world blurred in and out as Thomas cried.