The Boat On The Beach

Chapter Twenty: Restraint

"Newt, stop putting up this tough act with me. This is simple." Janson knelt opposite Newt. "You tell me where your safe haven is, bring me Thomas, and I'll let you go. Leave you in peace. Isn't that what you want?" He asked sincerely.

"Go to hell Ratman" The boy growled. Janson let out a bored sigh, and stood up, with, Thomas noted, a lot of effort. Brenda was right, again. This was all so Janson could get to Thomas, could get to the thing keeping him alive. The man brought a knee up to Newt's chin with a crack, and the brit couldn't help but cry out in pain. Thomas was moving before he even realised, but was quickly pulled back down by Minho, who gave him a stern look, telling him to wait. Newt began to fall forwards, but Janson grabbed the poor boys broken jaw and pulled him upright again. The blond panted in pure effort to stay conscious.

"Tell me Newt, have you been feeling..cranky since you got the cure?" Thomas could hear the smirk in Janson's voice.

"No, what the shuck are you talking about?" Newt spat back hoarsely as blood trickled from his lips.

"A craving..for anything?" Janson asked. "Blood perhaps."

"No" 

"Thomas's blood?" Janson met Newts wide-eyed gaze, confirming the mans suspicions. "You see Newt, we all have this. Bodies get sick they go in search for the cure. Crave medicine. It's completely normal, I wouldn't worry." Janson knelt down again. "All of us cranks get urges to rip off Thomas's arms, take biigg bites from his legs. Drink all the salvageable blood we can find." It disturbed Thomas how Janson was talking about him as if he was a meal.

"Shut  up." Newt muttered, his head hung low.

"Long gulps of the stuff. Urges to kill him. Use him. Eat him." Janson kept pushing.

"I SAID SHUT UP" Newt yelled. Janson seemed satisfied with the blonds reaction, and stood up.

 "Your still a crank in there Newt. You can't even control yourself. Your urges must be controlled if you want to be around that 'Tommy' of yours. Wouldn't want anything bad happening to him." Newt's captor chuckled. The boy twitched in anger and restraint at the monster inside of him, clawing to be released. Thomas didn't understand why Newt was having his outbursts, like how he did when he had the flare. It was impossible.

"I would never hurt Thomas." Newt hissed, glaring at the floor.

"No' Janson scoffed, "you wouldn't. Everyone knows how much you care for your Tommy. Everyone knows how much he cares for you. I took you for a reason. Newt. You're valuable to him, he'd surely give me his blood in return for your safety. So I'm going to ask you again. If you tell me where the safe haven is, I'll leave you alone, maybe even let you have some of Tommy's blood too." 

"You lay a finger on him and I'll skin you." Newt threatened. Thomas's heart skipped a beat. Had Newt always been that protective over him?

"What, when you're like this?" Janson shoved his heel into the brits injured cheek, forcing his head down onto the floor. "Don't get too big for your boots Newtie. I could eat Thomas infront of you and you wouldn't be able to do anything." he scoffed. Newt growled and opened his mouth, but was quickly cut off by a heavy boot meeting his stomach. The boy let out a pained wheeze as he was winded. Thomas grit his teeth as his grip tightened around his gun

"Am I going to have to ask you again?"

"You know, when the others get here, your dead meat Rat." Newt laughed lowly, almost to himself. "Thomas'll show you why you don't mess with us maze kids." he sounded threatening, but Thomas would be a fool not to notice that hint of hopefulness in the blonds voice. Thomas felt himself being drawn towards the vulnerable blond. He was willing Thomas to come and save him, and he would. He couldn't listen to this anymore.

"Will he now? Well, I'd like to see him try to find us. Your going to take me to him. Sorry Newt, but he doesn't know where you are. Im sorry sweetie, did I hit your head too hard? I'll try to be gentler next time." he said sincerely. Newt laughed quietly and sighed.

"He's coming. Just you wait."

"I think I did hit you too hard." Janson laughed maliciously, dragging Newt's face close to his own before yelling into the boys face, "HE'S NOT COMING"

"That's where your wrong Janson." The man whipped around to see the small group, all eyes blazing with fury, and two very large guns pointed at his face. The mans grip loosened on Newt and the boy sunk to the floor, gazing up at his friends with relief. Thomas met his Newt's gaze, and something seemed to jumpstart. He felt a tiny shock to the system as the boy gave him a wonky grin. Minho stepped forward but Thomas put his hand out to stop the boy from advancing on the man. "This ones on me." Thomas was going to have a lot of fun with this.