THOMAS POV
I helped Newt to his feet. He struggled as if he were walking for the very first time. Strange groans came out of his mouth. I tried best to hold back my tears, but seeing Newt like this was like a bullet to the chest.
NEWT POV
I was loosing myself. Poor Tommy tried to help me, but all I could think about was killing him. Tearing his limbs apart. The virus was altering my thoughts, but deep inside me, I was still there. I knew what had to be done. I tore myself away from Thomas' grip, slamming into the floor. "Newt." I could see the pain in his eyes. That is when I lost control.
THOMAS POV
Newt flung himself on me like a wild animal. "It's me! It's me," I yelled. I tried to hold him back, but he was so strong. "Tommy! Kill me!" Hearing these words was like a knife to the stomach. Suddenly he stopped. "I'm sorry Tommy, I'm sorry," he said as he pulled a gun out of his back pocket and aimed it at his head. He heart dropped into my stomach. In that moment, I did the only thing I could think of. I grabbed his shirt and kissed him.
NEWT POV
Something happened in that moment when our lips touched. I closed my eyes. I could feel my heart beat begin to ease. I could feel my blood begin to cool. I released the grip on the gun and it dropped to the floor. I grabbed Tommy, pulling him closer. When we pulled away, there was black fluid covering his face. Tommy had just kissed a crank. He must really love me, I thought.
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i'm sorry, tommy
FanfictionThe story of The Death Cure, but told from Thomas and Newt's perspectives. Find out how they really feel about each other and experience an alternative ending :) (part 4 coming soon!)
