The Other Side - A Newt Fanfiction

Chapter Thirty Three: Home

{WARNING: The following content may be considered triggering to sensitive audience members due to a minor underlying suicidal theme. Proceed with caution.}

Newt was dead! I- I watched him die! How is this possible?!
Come on, think, (y/n). Think!
I had found Thomas and Newt fighting. Newt attempted to strangle Thomas, but he broke through just in time to stop himself. Newt tried to shoot himself in the head; Thomas hit the gun, which triggered Newt into a monstrous frenzy.
I picked the pistol up, unloading it and throwing the clip.
Newt tackled me to the ground. He kept beating me against the concrete. He bit me.
Thomas threw him off.
While I bled out, I slipped from consciousness...
I slipped from consciousness?
I gasp, turning my head to look up at the sky with wide eyes.
When Newt had gotten ahold of me, and he was slamming me against the cement with his inhuman power, I had blacked out, but, when I thought I had resurfaced to consciousness, I must not have done so. That means that Newt's death didn't happen.
"Night terrors..." I whisper in disbelief as it fully registers. "Night terrors!" I repeat, managing to laugh as my face lights up, although I'm bleeding out on the concrete. I never thought I would be happy to have them. "It was just a nightmare..." I mumble with a massive sigh of relief amidst my heavy pants; however, as I hear myself say that, my smile fades. "Wait..." I mutter, facial expression morphing into that of frustration as subtle aggravation sparks within me. "It was all just a mother-shucking nightmare?!"
"Newt, stop, man! This isn't you!"
Thomas's shouts bring me back to reality, and I look over at the two boys as Thomas rises to his feet, Newt scrambling off of the ground with the knife in his hand.
No, that wasn't just a nightmare. That was a warning.
Struggling for breaths of clear air, I force myself to roll onto my stomach, squeezing my eyes shut and hissing through my clenched teeth in pain. Pressing my left hand against the concrete, my right clasping over my bleeding shoulder, I drag my knees forward on the cement, pushing myself up onto my hands and knees; I am immediately reminded of the little strength I have left as I struggle to hold my torso up, my body feeling as if it is made of lead.
"Newt, stop! It's me! It's Thomas!" The brunette screams as Newt charges at him with the knife.
I have to act now, but what do I do?
Panting heavily, chest heaving, I frantically dart my eyes around my surroundings for an answer, catching a glimpse of a black object a few yards away from me: the pistol.
That's it!
However, my face drops just as quickly as it had lit up when a horrific, inhuman roar causes me to dart my eyes in its direction: Newt, straddling Thomas, holds the knife up in the air with both of his hands, shrieking as he swings the blade down at Thomas; however, the brunette grasps onto Newt's wrists just in time, pushing against the Crank's weight to keep the knife away.
Body shaking as my muscles struggle to hold my torso up, I shift my attention back to the weapon and crawl towards the gun as quickly as my worn body will allow. I reach my blood-covered, trembling hand out to the pistol, the tips of my fingers brushing against the cold steel.
Thomas let's out a scream of tortuous agony, catching my attention for a split second to see Newt managing to press the tip of the dagger into the brunette's chest.
Grunting, I scrunch up my face, pushing through the pain as I push myself forward just a little more, wrapping my fingers around the weapon so tightly that my knuckles turn white, fist trembling.
Struggling to sit upright as my head spins rapidly, placing my gunless hand on the cement to support me, I shift my eyes to the fight to see Thomas punch Newt in the face, shoving the ill boy off of him and scrambling to his feet.
Taking a deep, stuttered breath, I force myself to push off of the ground, crying out as I slowly rise to my wobbly feet.
Newt and Thomas are both upright now, and the Crank begins to swiftly swipe the knife left to right in the air, charging at Thomas.
"(y/n), stay back!" Thomas calls as he backs away from Newt quickly, Newt roaring and swinging the blade back and forth with swift whooshing sounds as he runs after his friend, gaining on Thomas.
Growling through pained breaths, I switch the gun to my left hand, cocking it with my right. "Stay back? Yeah, sure, I'll shucking stay back..." I grumble under my breath through clenched teeth before placing my right hand over my bite and pressing against the wound tightly in attempt to slow the bleeding. Snarling through the overwhelming pain, I lift the gun in my left hand to the side of my head. "NEWT!" I snap, nearly stumbling over as I fight to keep balanced.
The Crank suddenly halts in his tracks as Thomas stumbles back to the ground, and, his demeanor shifting as he slowly turns around, Newt's eyes clear and his face falls in upmost horror when his abyss-black eyes fall onto me. The real Newt. "(y/n)?" He stutters.
"Put the knife down!" I shout, wheezing heavily.
"(y/n)..." he repeats in a weak voice, putting his free veiny hand out to me as an implication for me to stop, "Don't-"
"I said put the shucking knife down, Newt!" I repeat, enraged.
He struggles to steady his breathing, his pants gurgled with blood building up. He shakes his head subtly. "I- I... C-Can't..." he growls, the look in his eyes slowly shifting to a crazed expression. Snarling through his blood-stained teeth, Newt squeezes his eyes shut, beginning to shake his head back and forth violently in failed attempt to clear his virus-consumed mind.
I'm losing him. I've got to fight harder. Force Newt to break through.
"I'LL DO IT!" I exclaim, roughly pressing the end of the pistol against the side of my head, struggling to stand upright. "I'LL SHUCKING DO IT!"
That snaps Newt back to full control, but only for a moment. "(y/n)..." he breathes out in a trembling, weak voice, flushed with panic. "D-Don't... Please... Don't do it-" Suddenly, he doubles over, coughing up dark, stringy blood.
As my eyes widen, hopelessness attempts to get the best of me while I watch him suffer, unable to help him.
He eventually raises his head to look at me with a beastly snarl, letting out a sickly roar before spinning around with the blade and swinging at Thomas, who rolls along the ground to dodge the blow.
I need something stronger, but what?!
Wheezing frantically, I struggle to conjure up something to bring Newt back, and, without thinking, I burst with upmost desperation. "NEWT, I LOVE YOU!" I cry in a panic.
Stumbling to a stop, the real Newt quickly turns back to me, his eyes wide, black-stained mouth falling open. "Wh-What?"
I've got him.
Tears swelling in my eyes, I force a weak smile although I'm filled with utter terror. "I- I love you, Newt!" I repeat, managing to laugh pathetically between my choked sobs.
He stares at me with a shocked expression, yet I can see his black eyes getting glossy. However, he does not release the knife.
He's not going to let go of it. I have to buy time.
"Newt, I love you so much... I- I've loved you since I laid eyes on you at the cafeteria." I explain, head spinning as my blood continues to ooze down my body from my wounds. "I am completely, hopelessly, utterly in love with you. Back when you held me in the ruins at the mall to when you helped me through night terrors in the Scorch, from dancing at the Crank party to fighting to survive for the past six months, I have loved you every step of the way."
Tears rolling down his veiny cheeks, Newt utters weakly, "(y/n)... I... I love you, too..." He pants, his voice cracking. "But... I can't..." his voice trails off as he hesitantly raises the dagger, shifting his shark-like eyes to the shining blade. "I can't risk hurting Tommy... and I can't risk h-hurting you..." Closing his eyes and tilting his head back slightly, Newt slowly reaches his arm out, shakily turning the end of the blade towards his chest as it heaves with heavy breaths.
My heart stops. He's still going to kill himself!
"I WAS AWAKE!" I suddenly shriek in a shrill, frantic voice, not even thinking.
This causes Newt to freeze, opening his pure black, glossy eyes and lowering his head to look straight at me, slowly drawing his brows together in confusion.
Darting my eyes to Thomas, I lock them onto his before flickering my eyes to Newt's knife, indicating that Thomas needs to take the weapon when the time is right.
Breathing heavily, the brunette nods subtly, shifting his eyes to the back of the Crank.
Averting my eyes to Newt again, I lick my lips anxiously, still holding the gun to my head. "I- I was awake...back when you and Fry were sneaking out to catch Thomas..." I mumble weakly. "I heard everything you said about promising to protect me... About how I fight for what I care about..." I admit, struggling to catch my breath as the world spins. "I was awake when you kissed me..."
Panting, Newt stumbles over his words. "You were...?" He whispers in disbelief, the pale beams of lights from the surrounding buildings exposing the watery shine of his dark eyes.
I nod, wheezing heavily. "That's the main reason that I followed you guys... Newt," I pause, choking up, "when you had kissed me, a single word crossed my mind... Do you know what that word was?"
Wheezing gurgled breaths, Newt shakes his head.
"'Home.'" I choke out, managing to laugh weakly as the tears roll out of my eyes. "'Home', Newt. Why would I think that? We don't even remember our homes before the Maze, and we've never had one since." I laugh a little more, smiling weakly as my lip quivers. "At first, I didn't understand why that was, why 'home' came to mind, but...now I do. Now I understand."
Newt stares at me questioningly, longing for an answer.
"Home isn't a place, Newt. It's the people who we care about." I explain, wiping my eyes with the back of my right hand. "The reason the word 'home' came to mind when you had kissed me is because...you are my home..." I confess, breaking a sob over the relief of getting that off my chest, smiling through the tears. "You're my home, Newt, and, without you, I'd be completely lost." My vision is blurred with a curtain of tears as I continue. "That's why I followed you...because I'd be aimlessly wandering the world, homeless, without you by my side."
The cracks in the mosaic begin to fade, as if they were never there in the first place.
I can see the dark veil slowly fading from over Newt's mind as he stares at me with utter yearning, struggling to conjure up a proper response.
"In fact," I begin, clearing my throat as I stumble in place dizzily, "all of us would be completely lost without you. Completely broken... There's a reason WICKED labelled you 'The Glue', and that reason is because," I pause, taking in a deep, forceful breath, "because you're the glue that holds us together, Newt. You keep our group intact, and you've mended each and every life you have touched... You've mended me together."
Newt, staring at me with longing, coal-black eyes, lets his hand with the knife fall to his side. "(y/n)..." He whispers between heavy wheezes, unable to find the correct words.
Darting my eyes to Thomas, I nod slightly.
Without a moment of hesitation, the brunette suddenly dives at Newt from behind, slapping the knife out of the Crank's hand and sending the blade flying in the air, and the weapon plummets to the cement several yards away.
This causes the virus to fully consume Newt, once again, and, shrieking ravenously, the Crank snaps it's head in Thomas's direction, tackling him to the ground.
Gasping in a deep breath, I begin sprinting towards the boys without any wait.
Roaring and growling in Thomas's face, Newt crawls on top of the boy, pinning him down by his wrists, digging his nails into Thomas's skin, causing the brunette to let out an agonized cry.
"LET NEWT'S MIND GO, YOU SHUCKING PARASITE!" I scream at the Crank, running to the boys and lifting the pistol in the air,  slamming the butt of the gun against the side of Newt's head and sending the Crank toppling off of Thomas.
Rolling onto his back, the creature snarls at me, propping himself up on his elbows as he lets out a horrific screech.
Scrunching up my face in disgust, I swing the back of the pistol against the Crank's head again, knocking the creature back onto the ground. "LET. HIM. GO!" I shout in complete rage, slamming the gun against his head over and over and over again. His black blood begins to break through his skin, building up on the butt of the gun and stretching in sticky, black strings each time I pull back the weapon to ram it against his skull again.
Shriveling up in pain on the concrete with an inhuman cry, the Crank clasps it's veiny hands on its bleeding head, curling up on the ground.
Panting heavily as I struggle to regain my breath, I slowly lower the pistol as blood drips from it to the concrete, staring at the body of the virus-consumed Newt.
The real Newt manages to break through, whimpering in pain and uncovering his head to look up at me with pleading, tear-swelling eyes. "(y/n)...?"
A deep ache pierces my heart, but I force myself to suck in a deep breath. "I'm sorry, Newt..." I whisper, lifting the gun in the air and ramming the pistol against his head once more, knocking the ill boy unconscious, his body slumping back onto the cement. He lies unmoving on the cold, hard ground.
Chest rapidly rising and falling as I stumble in place, I shift my tired eyes to Thomas, panting weakly.
Breathing heavily, Thomas scrambles to his feet, eyes wide as he stares at Newt's unconscious body on the concrete. "H-Holy klunk!" He exclaims, darting his eyes to me. "You- You were going to shoot yourself!" He shouts in disbelief, voice cracking.
I manage to smirk weakly, holding up the gun. "I unloaded it..." I mumble weakly before shifting my eyes to the small patch of blood on his chest. "Besides, you got stabbed a little bit, so don't lecture me..."
Flickering his eyes to his chest and then to the weapon in my hand as he catches his breath, Thomas fumbles over his words in shock, speechless. Averting his eyes back to me, he chuckles in disbelief.
Laughing lightly, too, I drop the empty gun to the concrete, placing my right hand back over my bite wound on my shoulder. "You've got to go..."
Face falling, he creases his brows together, shaking his head. "What? Why?"
"To get the shucking cure, you slinthead..." I chuckle weakly, eyelids growing heavy. "Now, go..."
"But-"
"Thomas," I say sternly, "just go... I'll be fine." I add reassuringly.
Pursing his lips together, he eyes Newt and I anxiously before slowly backing away. Turning on his heels, Thomas picks up Newt's dagger before running off towards the glass doors of the nearby building.
Taking quick, shallow breaths, I avert my eyes back to the unconscious boy, nearly stumbling over my own feet as my head spins, growing more and more nauseas from the loss of blood.
Rapid footsteps faintly rise from the road, and, just as I look over my shoulder, Fry, Minho, Gally, and Brenda come sprinting around the corner. They stop in their tracks as soon as they see Newt on the ground, flushed with panic.
"He's alive..." I call reassuringly. "He's... He's alive..." I mumble before collapsing to my knees.
"(y/n)!" They shout in unison, Minho and Fry sprinting to my aid.
"I'm fine." I cough between sputtered breaths, putting my bloodied hands on the cement to support myself whilst I struggle to sit upright. "I'm fine..."
Minho and Frypan slow to a stop, eyeing me in concern before exchanging nervous glances.
Brenda's brown eyes widen as they trail to the left crook of my neck. "Newt...bit you?" She asks as she slowly walks closer to me.
Panting heavily, squeezing my eyes shut in pain, I nod. "Y-Yeah... He did..."
Gally, standing a little taller, clears his throat. "You're bleeding out, (y/n). We need to get you to the Berg. ASAP." He shifts his eyes to Brenda, Frypan, and Minho as he orders, "Minho, Fry, you two carry Newt; Brenda, take (y/n)."
"N-No," I protest, shaking my head, "hold on..."
"There's no time. We've got to go now."
I cough between heavy wheezes. "Just wait a minute-"
"We don't have time-"
"No, listen to me." I say, raising my voice slightly as I pant heavily, grasping my bitten shoulder tightly. "We can't go until we've-"
"(y/n), we have to lea-"
"JUST SHUCKING LISTEN TO ME!" I suddenly snap with all of the strength I have, causing the others to jolt with a start and widen their eyes as I nearly fall onto my back on the ground. "Just listen! Alright?!" Grunting in pain, I force myself to push off of the ground and rise to my wobbling feet, taking on an authoritative stance even though I feel unfathomably weak. I suck in a deep breath before I continue. "I am sick and tired of people telling me what to do! I ran things around a Maze of girls for three shucking years! I think I've got some kind of brains to take control, and, in this situation, I'm definitely the most shucking knowledgeable!" I shout with newfound strength, throwing my free hand in the air. "You have no idea what things I have seen in the past ten minutes!"
Fry and Brenda exchange anxious glances while Minho shifts his eyes to Gally, who stares at me, taken aback.
"I watched Newt lose himself to the Flare! I watched him pin Thomas to the ground and try to plunge a knife in his chest! I had to sit back and witness Newt gravel on the ground in pain as he choked on his own blood while I could not do anything to stop it!" I wheeze. "He was begging to die seconds before he tackled me to the cement, his eyes resembling those of a shucking abyss, scowling at me without a hint- without a flicker- of remembrance before attempting to tear my shucking throat out with his teeth!" I exclaim, pointing at Newt's body on the ground. "I've seen the other side of things, things I cannot bear to even speak of! So, from here on out, it's you that's going to take orders from me, got it?!"
Gaping, the group stares back at me, completely speechless.
Staring at Gally with narrow eyes, I repeat, "Got it?!" Screaming those two words causes my head to whirl all-the-more intensely.
Frowning slightly as he exhales deeply, his shoulders sinking, Gally nods.
Pursing my lips tightly together as I stand a little taller, I nod. "Good that. Now, here's what we're gonna do-" My spinning head gets so overwhelmingly dizzying that I stumble back and collapse to the ground, falling onto my back, hitting the concrete with a smack.
"Woah, (y/n)!" Fry exclaims, rushing to my aid.
Shakily propping myself up on my elbows with a groan, I shake my head. "I'm fine... I'm alright..." I say, pushing myself to sit upright with Frypan's help. "Okay, so this is what we're going to do," I begin, coughing weakly, "as I had said, Newt tried to kill himself, so, Gally and Minho, since we know for sure that you're Immunes, I need you two to remove every weapon from his uniform. If he could kill himself with it, even if it's a shucking piece of rope, take it from him." I order, and the two immediately rush to Newt's unconscious body, opening his jacket even more and fumbling through his uniform. "Fry," I mumble, looking to him. "I need you to take Gally's Launcher... You've been fine, I know, but I don't want to risk Newt waking and biting you, too, and finding out whether or not you're Immune the hard way... For now, just keep defense..."
Staring at me with concern as he rubs my blood covered back, he hesitantly nods, rising to his feet and striding to Gally.
"Brenda, I need your help..." I whisper, waving her over weakly.
She quickly rushes to my side, crouching down next to me and putting a hand on my back to help keep my upright. "What do you need me to do?" She asks worriedly.
"Do you have some kind of wrapping?" I ask. "Anything that could be used as such?"
She draws her brows together in thought, reaching into her pocket to check.
While she searches herself, I reach into my own pocket with my right hand, shakily pulling Newt's bandanna out. Clenching my jaw as I brace myself for pain, I reach over to the left crook of my neck, and I shove the bandanna into the open wound, grimacing from the gushing sound and hissing in pain through my teeth as I squeeze my eyes shut, the gaping wound throbbing with stinging pain. "Sh-Shuck..."
"I've got nothing..." Brenda mutters before shifting her eyes to me and widening them. "What are you doing?"
"Slowing down the bleeding..." I mumble.
She frowns, pondering over a plan to make wrapping. She gasps as it clicks. "Hold on, I know just what to do." Sliding off her jacket as quickly as she can, she drops it to the cement. Reaching for the upper part of the right sleeve to her white long sleeved shirt with her left hand, she scrunches up her face as she tears the sleeve off. Setting it down, she switches arms and tears off the other sleeve.
I furrow my brows together in confusion. "What are you doing?"
"Making wrapping." She says, tying the ends of the sleeves together. "Alright, this is probably going to hurt to bandage."
I nod, bracing myself.
Reaching over to me, she carefully wraps the binding of sleeves over my wounded shoulder, stretching it across my chest, under my right arm, up my back, and back to the left shoulder, tying it up in a tight knot.
Biting my lip, I wince in pain.
"There." She says gently, patting my back. She sighs softly, frowning at my state. "Here," she says, grasping her jacket and handing it to me, "take this."
I give her a puzzled look. "Are you sure?"
She nods, smiling warmly. "I'm positive. Here."
I take the jacket from her, and, with her help, I put it on. "Thanks..."
"No problem."
"Alright, (y/n), what now?" Minho calls.
Turning to them, I watch Gally put the remainder of weapons into his pack before zipping it up and tossing it over his shoulder.
"Now, we go..." I mumble as Brenda stands and offers me her hand. She pulls me to my feet, and I stumble slightly, but she grasps my arm to keep me balanced. "Gally, you take the lead with the Launcher. I'll take the back with Newt."
"What about the rest of us?" Minho chimes in.
Shifting my eyes to him, I say simply, "You all follow Gally."
"What? But you're in no condition to carry Newt, let alone carry yourself." He says, folding his arms.
"I can," I say, stepping away from Brenda and shakily holding myself upright, "and I will."
"Why won't you let anyone help?" Fry asks in concern.
"Because, if Newt comes to, I don't want anyone getting hurt." I mumble, walking towards Newt's body.
"But (y/n)-"
"Just trust me." I order between pants, crouching down beside Newt and pulling him to sit upright, draping his left arm over my shoulders and pulling him up with me as I stand with a grunt. "And, no matter what happens, if Newt wakes, do not look him in the eyes..."
"What?" Brenda asks. "Why?"
"Because," I wheeze, wrapping my right arm around his waist as he slumps against me, "Newt won't be staring back, and nothing hurts more than having someone you care about look at you without any familiarity in their eyes..."
I can visibly see Frypan shudder at the thought.
"Well?" I mumble, shifting my eyes to Gally. "Lead the way."
Taking his Launcher from Frypan, Gally nods, readying his weapon. "We've only got a few blocks. We'll go through the buildings that have not fallen to bits yet. Let's go!" With that, he turns on his heels, sprinting out to the road.
The others follow behind, hesitantly glancing back at Newt and I as they run after Gally.
Scrunching up my face in concentration, I rush after the others, dragging Newt's body alongside me, leaning to the left just enough to have all of his weight on me.
The five- well, six- of us make our way into the nearest building, running through the lobby of an old hotel as quickly as we can, our pants overpowering the roaring sounds of the battle in the distance, and the ground shakes every few moments with explosions that are growing nearer and nearer by the minute, making it harder for me to support Newt and stay upright.
We run back out into the streets, crossing the road and running into a little cafe.
As I follow behind the others through the glass doors, I feel Newt's weight lighten up slightly. Furrowing my brows together, I look to Newt, stopping in my tracks as I see his eyes fluttering open.
Gasping slightly in the midst of my wheezes, I whisper, "N-Newt?"
He opens his eyes completely, turning his head towards me. His black eyes stare at me blankly.
A cold shudder rushes down my spine, causing me to gulp. "New-"
He suddenly stands upright on his own, shoving me against the wall with a screech and causing the others to immediately look back at us.
"(Y/N)!" Fry calls in a panic.
"STAY BACK!" I order them through my pained cry, gripping tightly to the Crank's wrists as he reaches for my throat. Grunting in pain and anger, I kick his stomach, causing Newt to stumble back into a little table behind him, toppling to the ground and bringing the table and the condiments on it down with him.
He quickly sits upright, snarling at me as the blood drips from his mouth before scrambling to his feet and charging at me.
I brace myself, trying to push Newt past, but, as he dives to the ground, he grasps onto my right arm and yanks me down to the chestnut-colored tile floor with him.
As I cry out in pain, Newt throws me onto my back before crawling on top of me.
"(Y/N)!" The others call as Newt reaches for my throat and I repetitively shove his hands away.
I can see them slowly stepping closer in my peripherals. "I SAID STAY BACK!" I scream at them.
Roaring in my face and flinging his dark, blood-mixed saliva on my face, Newt manages to shove my hands away, and, with such swift movement that it is a blur, he clasps both of his hands tightly around my throat.
Letting out a choked cry, I feel as if my neck is getting ringed out like a cloth, my airway completely cut off. Frantically clawing at Newt's arms as my eyes widen in utter terror, struggling desperately beneath the boy, my mind races for a way out of this. I look out of the right corner of my eyes, spotting a saltshaker that was on the table Newt fell into. It's just outside of arm's reach from me. Letting out choked grunts, I swing my right arm to the floor beside me, frantically flailing for the shaker. The glass brushes against the tips of my fingers.
Come on, just a little further!
My chest jolts as my lungs struggle to inhale, unable to get any air into them, suffocating.
"(Y/N!)" Minho exclaims again.
However, just as the boy is about to charge towards Newt and I, Gally throws his arm in front of Minho to stop him. "Trust her. Sh-She's got this." He says, although his voice wavers with worry.
Just as black spots begin to cloud my vision, I manage to get a grip on the salt shaker, and, without a moment of hesitation, I slam the container against the side of Newt's bleeding head, the glass shattering with a burst and Newt rolling off of me with a grunt.
Gasping for air as my pharynx is finally free, I sit upright, darting my eyes to the others. "STAY PUT!" I order.
Newt shrieks, and I immediately snap my head to him as he charges at me and tackles me again.
Using the force from his attack, I roll us over so that I can overpower Newt, scrambling on top of him and pinning him down by his wrists. "Newt, stop! It's me! It's (y/n)!"
He snarls and snaps his teeth at me, growling like a beast.
"Serum..." Minho mumbles before gasping with wide eyes and patting his pockets. "The Serum!" He exclaims. Fumbling around for a few moments, Minho pulls out the glass of blue liquid from his coat pocket. "(Y/N), I GOT THE SERUM!"
"THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN SHUCKING HELPFUL EARLIER!" I snap, using all of my weight to hold Newt down. "WE NEED HIM UNCONSCIOUS FIRST! GALLY!" I call, looking back at him over my shoulder. "YOUR LAUNCHER!"
Nodding rapidly with a stern look, he sprints to my aid, throwing the weapon to me.
As I release Newt to catch the weapon, he takes advantage of my vulnerable state and throws me off of him, the Launcher flying past and sliding along the ground as Newt attempts to crawl on top of me.
"GET OFF, YOU SHANK!" I scream, shoving the Crank off with all of the strength I have.
The Crank lets out a sickly cry, rolling into another set of a table and chairs, the furniture falling on top of his body.
Grunting in pain, I force myself to roll onto my stomach, pushing myself upon my hands and knees and frantically crawling towards the Launcher.
However, Newt roars as he shoves the furniture off of himself, swiftly scrambling after me with unnatural speed. He manages to grasp onto my ankle just as I reach for the weapon, yanking me back to him, my fingers just brushing against the Launcher for a split second. "SHUCK!" I scream, turning to look back at Newt as I am dragged across the cold ground, my blood smearing along the flooring.
Snarling, he yanks my leg up with both of his vein-covered hands, digging his nails into my flesh. Pulling my calf towards his grotesque face, Newt opens his mouth to bite into my leg, but, before he can sink his teeth into my skin, I kick him in the face with my other foot.
The Crank's head snaps back from the blow and he falls back onto the tile, letting out a horrific cry of pain.
Scrunching up my face as I use all of the strength I have left, I crawl back to the Launcher, quickly picking it up and rising to my wobbling feet with the support of a nearby chair.
"(Y/N), LOOK OUT!" Brenda shouts.
I turn around to see Newt charging at me; however, before he can tackle me to the ground again, I cry out at I use all of the energy I have, slamming the back of the weapon against Newt's head, sending him topping to the floor and into the already disarrayed furniture, making a loud, clattering sound. His body lies in a twisted, unsettling manner, unconscious.
Panting heavily as I look back at the others, I sink to my knees, growing unbearably nauseous from the immense loss of blood.
"(y/n)!" Minho shouts as the four of them run to my aid.
"Get the Serum...in his...system..." I order. Chest heaving as I struggle for air, I slump back onto the tile, the world spinning.
As my vision begin to blur in and out, I see the four of them leaning over my body.
"Minho, get the Serum in his body. Now." Gally orders, anxiety rising in his voice. "Fry, Brenda, you two take (y/n)." He shifts his eyes to me before concluding, "We've got to go."