The Death Cure - Gally oc

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Finley's POV.

"Newt?" Without warning he growls and charges Thomas, I hold my breath and watch as he just dodged the attack. I sprint back towards them. "Newt? Newt, it's me. It's me!" He charges again, this time getting on top of Thomas.

I get there the moment after and tackle Newt off of him. We roll together, he ends up on top, wrapping his hands around my neck, pushing down hard. Unable to think straight I claw at his hands.

"Newt!" Thomas shouts, "Newt stop!" His voice seems to snap him back to reality for a second.

His grip loosens, but I stay frozen, not knowing what to do, the serum was so close. "Tommy," Newt chokes out, "kill me!"

"Newt, I'm here." He tries, sounding distraught. Newt growls again, pushing off me and tackling Thomas to the ground.

I cough, black spot dancing across my vision.

"Newt please!" I hear Thomas shout over Newts inhuman growling. I roll to my side to find Newt straddling Thomas, breathing heavily.

His attack slows and stops, a moment of clarity. "I'm sorry Tommy."

"It's ok, it's ok." Thomas answers but I know this is the calm before the storm. I scramble to my feet just as Newt grabs the handgun from Thomas' leg holster and presses it to his temple. "No!"

"Newt!" I cry with a hoarse voice, watching Thomas knock the gun out of his hand. Making another inhuman sound he goes to attack Thomas again but I tear him off. Throwing him a few feet to the side I end up between them.

Newt reaches behind him slowly on his hands and knees. Before I can react he's lunged and swung a knife at me, stabbing deep bellow my rib cage. I scream in pain as he pulls back going for another blow. I grab his knife wielding arm to hold him back before he can swing again.

Thomas' hands apear on his shoulders and he roughly pulls him back. I watch in horror as Newt chases him swinging violently over and over again until thud.

I hold my breath. Newt slowly draws back from Thomas, revealing the shiny knife handle protruding from his chest.

"No. No, no, no! Newt!" Thomas cries as Newt falls limply to the ground.

"No." I say softly. I stare at Newt and let the tears pool in my eyes. We were so close, I let myself hope again. How could I be so stupid.

The adrenaline keeping me going was disappearing fast, the pain growing more and more unbearable every second. I put my hand over the wound and feel blood continue to pour over my fingers. Shit.

I hear footsteps approaching behind me that come to a sudden stop at the sight of Newt.

Gally's POV.

Sprinting full speed after Brenda we make it to where Newt should be with Thomas and Fin. Only to find an empty courtyard and Newt, lying dead with a knife in his chest.

I take a sharp intake of breath feeling tears sting the back on my eyes. Newt deserved to live.

With Thomas no where to be found, Minho and Frypan numbly approach Newt.

I find Finley off to the side, also facing Newt. "Fin." My voice comes out shaky. Fin turns her head, looking lost. She's alarmingly paler than usual, as she goes to step towards me she stumbles. "Fin?" She turns and my breath catches in my throat, I hear Brenda gasp too. She's clutching her stomach, hands covered in blood. "Finley!" I run forward terrified as her knees give out.

I reach her as she falls and carry her to the ground, my hands shaking. "Gally?" I can barely hear her small raspy voice, her eyes glazed and unfocused.

"I'm here, I'm here." I kneel next to her, trying not break.

I lift up her shirt to reveal a deep stab would at the base of her left rib cage, bleeding profusely. I press my hands down on top of it in a feeble attempt to stop the bleeding and she gasps in pain. "Help her!" I shout to the others.

Brenda, who'd been standing frozen somewhere between Newt and Finley, snaps back to the present and rushes over. I barely process it as she takes off her sweater and presses it to Finley's stomach.

"Hey, Fin?" I frantically try to reach her as she coughs. "Fin breathe, come on, you're gonna be fine." I hold her face with one hand, ignoring the red on it. Her eyes roll back into her head, her breathes grow into shallow gasps. "No, no, no, Fin! Stay with me! Come on please stay with me!" I can barely see her blurry form through my own tears.

"We need to get her to the berg." Frypan says standing above her, his face is streaked with tears but his voice comes out determined. "Now."

I clench my jaw and nod, she was making it to the safe haven with us, no matter what. Trying my best to control my shaking limbs I gently scoop her up. She makes a noise, clearly in pain. "I'm taking you home." I whisper, just for her.