After the Crank (TMR Fanfic) [Completed]

Chapter 20

August 30, 2018

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I come back! Hope you enjoy this chapter, Shank.

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The first look happened a few months ago. Newt didn’t like Clarisse at the first time they met. He’d never thought they would get to know each other, much less became friends. In his mind, she was Teresa. He didn’t know Teresa as much as Thomas did. He didn’t have any memories about Teresa before the Maze trial either—if he had, the memories might be faded away. The only thing he knew, what happened at the Scorch was enough for him to decide he didn’t like Teresa. He ignored all of the wise thoughts that Teresa might do such that bad thing for some reasons. He didn’t want to care about. Teresa was a traitor. That was all he knew.

Teresa and Clarisse were absolutely identical twins. If Teresa had cut her hair off, they were almost indistinguishable. The other similarity amongst them were they were tough and brave enough. Newt needed time to figure out the differences between them. And time gave him an answer.

His bad condition in result of the mutated Flare virus made by WICKED in his body forced him to be close to Clarisse for longer. Clarisse took him to a doctor right after she made him unconscious. Hans, he was the doctor. He had the serum that could save Newt from that virus. Fortunately, Hans gladly wanted to help.

Newt spent day by day at the medical room at Hans’s house. He could only lay down at the bad during his recovery. Hans worked at the hospital. He wasn’t at home for about ten hours. He neither have a wife nor children, he told they were killed when Cranks attacked the city. That was the problem. Clarisse was the only one who kept him accompany. She was always by his side, taking care of him and giving him so many questions in order not to make him bored.

Newt had never answer Clarisse’s questions. Anyway, mostly he didn’t have any clues for the answers. The thing was different when Clarisse mentioned Thomas. The situation changed. Newt become the one who attacked Clarisse with some questions. He thought he was stupid. Clarisse would ignore him just like the way he treated her. In fact, he was wrong. She told all of the information she got. That was the good thing. The bad thing was the news was terrible.

There were some explosions at WICKED’s headquarter. His friends were missing. No information about his little sister, Sonya. Newt got messed up. Sometimes, it drove him insane. He thought he shouldn’t let Hans help him and planned to end all of the horrible things, end his useless life by doing suicide.

Newt did it once at the Maze, no wonder he would like to do the same when he was vulnerable and fragile. He aimed the gun to his head. Before he pulled the trigger, the gun lost from his hand. Clarisse came from nowhere, grabbing that gun and throwing it away. Newt gave her the dead look as the respond. He was furious. But, Clarisse looked scarier than him.

“This is yourself, Newton? The real you? A coward who couldn’t bear a little suffer from loss?”

Newt opened his mouth, not releasing a word. He couldn’t build a sentence to compete with her statement or questions. Clarisse got the point. Her description about himself was undoubtedly true. He took several steps back until his back hit the wall. He let his back slide down an he sat on the floor.

“Then, why if I’m a buggin’ coward, Clare? Why should you care about it?” Newt folded his legs, hands on knees. He rested his head on his hands.

Newt hated himself for being weak. He hated the situation more. WICKED destroyed his life. They’ve been destroying his life since they’d taken him. He hated every single day in his life. He couldn’t accept another horrible thing. No more. Those already got him overwhelmed. Those were too much, beyond his limit. And he wanted to end it. It was meaningless living without urge, but hatred, rage, and fear. No body cared about his life though.