verso // control threequel

reveal.

March 15th 1998

7:45 pm

     "We're not going to McDonalds."

     "Why not?"

     "Because we're not."

     "Minho! Please!"

     "Kismet! No!"

     "Fuck you."

     "Fuck you harder."

     "You're fucking gross."

    El rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "Children, our friends are children."

     Thomas stifled a laugh as he nodded at her. "You're not wrong."

     Newt shifted away from the arguing pair and stood really close to Thomas.

     Thomas got his memo and put his hand on his lower back, carefully pulling him closer. It was kinda weird with Newt now, ever since his insane marking incident. That night they slept with their backs facing each other, they did that the next night too. Newt loved to be touched though, even though he never actually said it. He always encouraged Thomas to touch him, but never verbally asked for it. It kinda reminded him of future Newt a bit.

     As Thomas was watching him, he started to feel weird. His head started spinning and he stumbled back a bit which made Newt turn around.

     "Tommy, the fuck is up with you?"

     Thomas saw black spots and he fell backwards onto the ground, his legs seeming to give out on him.

     "Woah woah what's wrong?"

     Thomas looked around the spinning room. "W-where."

     He sat up quickly, scooting back from everyone who was hovering over him. "H-how."

     Thomas looked terrified. "No, no, no this isn't fuck this isn't real."

     Everyone looked so concerned, Thomas felt so panicked.

     The room rippled as if it was water and someone threw a stone into it. He saw flashes of himself laying on the bed in Xavier's room in the future. He saw himself hyperventilating on the table while El tried to hold him down.
He didn't know where he was, he had no fucking idea where he...

     "Tommy."

     Thomas' head snapped around, looking for the voice. "N-no you're not you're...I-I ki-"

     "Tommy I need you to relax."

     "Get away from me!" Thomas screamed as he kept pushing himself backwards. "You're not here!"

     Newt wasn't here. Newt was dead. Minho was dead. Kis was dead. They all were dead.
Thomas could see the black veins running down his arms. The faces in front of him were blurry and out of focus. He raised his hands up, trying to warn them to get back. His hands quickly became encased in the black smoke.

     "Tommy."

     The voice again, it wasn't Newt, Newt was dead. HE killed Newt, Newt was dead because of him.

     Thomas chest was rising and falling at an alarming pace now, his entire abdomen feeling tight and his throat feeling like it was slowly closing. "C-can't breathe."

     Then he could see him, he could see Newt. He was gently pushing his wrists down.

    "Tommy, listen to me okay? You're freaking out."