Thomas Brodie Sangster & Newt Imagines

Gone forever

So much had happened in the past weeks. We escaped the maze, but didn't escape WICKED. We survived the Scorch but not all of us made it. Winston, Stan, Frankie... Our friends we lost on the way to the Safe Haven. We almost lost Minho and Thomas. Minho got struck by lightning and Thomas got shot. But they made it.

We were taken back to WICKED and told if we were immune or not. I was immune. Newt was not. I remember that exact moment when we were told. I remember holding Newts hand and squeezing it tight. I remember when we found out and him giving me a weak smile. My heart froze and I felt like time stopped. I turned and hugged him and refused to let go. I remember my tears staining his shirt and him trying to stay strong. I promised myself I would do whatever it took to protect him. I broke the promise.

When we broke out of WICKED to go to Denver, he seemed fine. He wasn't. If we had actually paid attention to him you could see the faint purple and blue veins on his neck. The dark circles under his eyes. But we didn't notice. We left him in the Burg, thinking he'd be safe when we were trying to find Teresa and the others. I wanted to stay with Newt but Thomas convinced me to go with them. I should've stayed with Newt. After we left he got taken to the crank palace. Where the cranks go before their passed the gone.

Once we found out he was there we tracked him down and tried to get him to come with us. But he wouldn't do it. "Newt please come with us. We can help you." I tried to reason with him. "No. just leave me alone. You're not my friends. I don't need you. Just leave me bloody alone!" He shouted, anger in his eyes. I knew it was just the flare talking but his words stung like a griever sting. "Newt we need you. I need you." I said trying to fight back tears. There was a deafening silence. "Well I don't need you."

Once those words were left hanging in the air there was nothing left to do but leave. I knew he didn't mean it. I knew he was trying to protect me. But I knew he didn't want me to remember him as a crank. He wanted me to remember him as the same handsome British boy I met in the glade. So we left. And every step I took away from him, the more my heart chipped and cracked.

But then, as Thomas and I were riding to WICKED headquarters to plant a device and destroy WICKED, I see him. He is more hair was mangy and pulled out in some parts. He had dirt everywhere and his clothes were torn. His eyes were dark with veins surrounding his face. I immediately made Lawrence stop the car. Thomas jumped out and just as I was about to too, Lawrence locked the car. I pounded on the windows, trying to break them or get Newts attention. Tears were running down my face and my voice screaming at Newt.

Newt Jumped on Thomas and they they wrestled for a bit. "Let me out! PLEASE!" I screamed at Lawrence. He shook his head and looked down. I grabbed the gun next to me and put it to the back of his head. I don't know what was wrong with me. I felt crazy, like I had the flare. "I swear I will kill you if you don't let me out of the damn car this second." I yelled. Lawrence grunted and unlocked the car. I leaped out and ran to Newt, who was screaming at Thomas. "-Climbed halfway up those bloody walls and jumped right off. I hated the place, Tommy." He said, complete fury in his eyes.

"Newt!" I yelled. He looked up and saw me. His body relaxed a bit and I saw his eyes clear. They were back to his beautiful brown eyes. The same eyes I knew and loved. I walked over to him and knelt down in front of him. His eyes stayed trained on me as I lightly touched his hair and his face. He didn't flinch at all. I put the palm of my hand against his cheek and he rested his head there. He closed his eyes and I saw a tear fall. Tears clouded my vision and I wiped them away. I needed to see Newt clearly. I pulled Newt into a soft kiss. His lips were chapped and raw but it didn't bother me. We broke apart and I looked one last time at his face. Even though he was a crank now I could still see a hint of the boy he used to be. I took his hand in mine and squeezed. "We can still save you. Please come with us. I can't live without you." I said with my voice breaking. He closed his eyes and gulped, trying to restrain the flare taking over him.

I felt something grabbing me and saw Lawrence pulling me away. I moved to punch, kick scream but it was no use. As I was pulled away I heard Newts voice. "Please Tommy. Please." His voice echoed in my mind. I looked over at Thomas with a gun in his hand, aiming at the boy I loved. I screamed no just as the shot rang out. The world was left in complete silence. I shut my eyes tight and tried to come up with a excuse for the shot. "Maybe he missed. Maybe it wasn't him. Maybe Newt wasn't dead." I thought in my mind. But no. The love of my life was gone. Forever.  

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Okay let me start off with NO WAY AM I EVER GOING TO BE OKAY EVER AGAIN! I saw the Death Cure yesterday and let me just say I was bawling like a baby. I'm going to miss the cast being together and I'm still coming with the terms that there isn't going to be another book or movie. Newt and Thomas Brodie Sangster have been there for me in ways I can't quite explain and it's so hard for me to let Newt and this series go. Watching him on the big screen get killed was really hard and I could feel all the theater judging me so hard as I sobbed.I could go on and on about how they could have saved him and Teresa but that's a whole other topic. Anyways sorry for writing so much here but thank you guys for reading and I'll be back soon.