The Only One (Newt || fanfiction)

Chapter 15

It started in complete darkness. I didn't know where I was, or why I was here. But I felt safe and comfortable. I was fine, lying here in the darkness. I felt the chair I was laying back in. Plastic covered it. Almost like an operating chair.

Then a small light flicked on above my head. A hand with a latex glove over it was the one who turned it on. Yet, I was still comfortable. Was I drugged? Then all of a sudden a sharp pain hit the side of my neck, like a needle. I felt hot fluid start to course through my veins and I knew someone injected something into me.

I woke up again, this time in a bright room, strapped to a metal chair. I was sitting straight up, facing some kind of big window, or screen, I couldn't really tell.

Right as my eyes started to adjust, a light behind the glass in front of me came on and someone walked in. It was definitely a window to another room.

I tried to get out of the chair, but utterly failed. What's going on?

"Hello," the woman on the other side of the window says in a calm voice.

I try to ask her where I am, but there is tight fabric around my mouth. I groan and struggle, trying to show her that I need help. I try to tip my chair over, but it is bolted to the ground.

The woman laughs. Laughs! I widen my eyes at her and she smiles at me.

"There is no use in doing that, Eve. You see, you are only dreaming. But this is WICKED's way of telling you how to send yourself back to us."

Okay only a dream. And I'm figuring out how to go back so I guess that's good. Alright, fine, whatever. Only a dream.

"So, what you need to do is come back through the box. We know your friend told you that wasn't a possibility, but like you said, this is an exception. We will send the box up in two weeks. It will be at midnight after the supplies come up for that week. If you decide against coming back, you will suffer the consequences. These consequences will be presented now."

The light goes out behind the window and the woman is no longer visible. It is just dark for about 5 seconds, until the window turns into some sort of screen.

It displays an image of Minho. Minho?

Wait, no. A video. He is strapped in a chair too, looking at the ground. When he looks up, I see something I'd never think I'd see. He's crying.

But what I then witness is something I'd hoped I'd never see. A gun is sharply pulled up to the side of his head, and I have to look into his eyes when the trigger is pulled. The gunshot makes me flinch, but I couldn't look away.

The scene quickly changes to Chuck, sleeping in a white bed. Looking even younger than usual while asleep.

Wait... no! No! Don't touch him!

The fabric tied around my mouth muffles my screams as I violently squirm in my chair.

I hear Chuck scream, and I quickly come to a stop and look at the screen. I stay completely still when I see Chuck being held up against a wall by his neck, slowly loosing breath. When his eyes roll back into his head and his face goes white, his body drops to the ground.

"No..." I whisper. Tears stream down my face, my eyes starting to burn.

But then they do the unthinkable, they display Newt on the screen. His hands are in ropes, tied to a post sticking up out of the ground. He is on his knees, forehead leaning against the wooden post. Why doesn't he have on a shirt?

I scream as loud as I can through tears and try to rip out of these stupid leather straps.

Tears stream down my face, neck, and chest as Newt is whipped on the screen. Red, bloody marks form on his back. He is whipped and whipped again. His strong arms tense and he groans.

He is whipped until he is unconscious. I scream and scream as loud as possible, tears poring down my face. My eyes, throat, and cheeks burning.

Those videos were real. How else would they get them? They were real! Chuck is dead! Minho, dead!

And Newt... Newt is being tortured! Almost dead too!

I have to help them! I need to wake up! Wake UP!!!!!!

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I dart up, panting. My body is shaking and drenched with sweat.

I hear someone repeating something but I can't really make it out with all these thoughts running through my head.

Where are they?! I have to help them!

I scream as loud as I can and start bawling my eyes out.

"Eve!...Eve!" The repeating sounds are finally clear. I spin around to see Newt. He's scared and worried. Looking at me as if someone just stabbed me.

You're okay. You're alive.

I gasp when I see that he is perfectly fine. Even more tears pour out, this time happy ones.

I can't control myself when I jump on top of him. I knock him to the ground on his back and wrap my arms around him.

I've never been so happy to see someone in my life. My grip is as tight as possible, my head laying on his chest, tears soaking his shirt.

This is all still so surreal, it happened so fast.

"Eve... what's wro-" he starts but is cut off when I get up.

I have a leg on either side of his waist, an elbow on either side of his head, and both hands entangled in his hair. I'm looking at him straight in the face.

"You... you were dead... So were Chuck and Minho," the tears never stop.

Newt's eyes soften. I plant my lips on his forehead. I don't know what I'm doing, but I can't stop. I kiss him on his forehead, both cheeks and then his forehead again.

He puts his arms around my waist and pulls me down to lie next to him. We both turn toward each other and my face is in his chest again.

"What was that for?" he whispers.

"I'm never losing you. Ever."

A/N: Now that's a lot to take in. Deep breaths! Hahaha