Blonde and Brunette

Please Tommy, Please

Thomas POV

"Thomas, let us help you.." Ava said, standing in front of me, as I pushed Newt and Minho behind me.
"Oh no, fuck off Ava." I said, turning and racing down another hallway away from her. Guards were closing in on us since we stopped.
I tried to open a locked gate, as Newt set Minho down behind me. "Fuck, I can't get it open... Newt we have to.." I whirled around to see Newt coughing, his back turned to me, while Minho held him upright.
My stomach plummeted to the ground as the worst came to my mind. "Newt..?"
"I'm okay..." He said through raspy breaths. "I'm okay, let's keep moving."
Minho ribbed circles on his back, and my eyes drifted down, only to find in horror as Newt coughed up blood.
This can't be happening.. It's happening to fast, he had more time...
"Newt.. we have to go." I said, kneeling in front of him, helping him back up. Shooing Minho off to find a working door, I rolled up his sleeve. The walnut in my throat grew three times its size, seeing the veins already crawling up his arm. I glanced at my watch, it says 10 hours.. His time must he jumped..
  "I got it!" Minho yelled, as he pried the door open. I took Newt's hand and the three of us ran off, only to be cornered by guards.
  "In here!" Newt said, letting go of my hand and racing into another room. A glance at Minho and he nodded, following Newt inside. I did as well, bolting the door shut with some kind of metal contraption and a table. The guards banged on the door and yelled through it, as Janson caught up and started screaming. Looking around I knew we were trapped. There was no other door or hallway in sight.
  "Any ideas?" Minho asked, as Newt walked to the edge.
  "Maybe.." I muttered.
  "We're gonna die." Minho muttered, keeping his balance by leaning against a door.
  The three of us grabbed another metal table and busted the window with it.
  Janson screamed every curse word in the book, while something was ramming the door at full force, along with a razor, cutting through the metal locks. Newt and Minho stood by my side, looking down at the black water below us. Thankfully we were only a few stories up. We hopefully won't die on contact.
   "It's duable.. we just need a running start.." I said, looking at my boyfriend and best friend.
   "You sure about this?" Minho asked, looking at me.
   "Not really.." I admitted.
   "Nice pep talk." Minho said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
  "Great.. we're all bloody inspired." Newt muttered, quoting himself. No more could Newt get the words out of his mouth when the door slammed open.
  "Shit.. go!" I yelled, racing ahead and flinging myself out the window, both of them by my side.
  The next few seconds were a blur of yelling, water, and pain. I hit the water hard, the impact making me dizzy as I struggled to the surface. I felt myself hit the floor of the fountain, harder then I wanted to. My lungs screamed for air, as I forced myself to open my eyes and search for light. It took every bit of willpower to propel myself up, my head finally breaking the water with a loud gasp for air. Frantically I looked around, seeing only Minho to my right. Within seconds, another head popped up to my left. I breathed a sigh of relief, as us three swam to the sides of it. I looked up up to the window, to see Janson hanging halfway out of it, and I slung my hand out of the water, giving him the biggest middle finger fuck you I could. Newt snorted behind me, crawling out of the fountain and coughing again. I turned away from Janson and climbed out, only for a gun to be aimed at my head.
  "Get up."
  The blood drained from my face as I held my hands up. Glancing around me, I realized we were surrounded by guards, and they already had guns at Newt and Minho's heads. We all stood up, our hands raised in surrender.
  "If your gonna kill us, do it now." Newt said, nearly growling at them.
  I opened my mouth to object, but one drew it's gun and shot down the others. Within seconds, it was us and a rogue guard.
  "Oh now we're really gonna die." Minho muttered, only to gasp in shock as the guard removed his helmet to reveal that it was Gally.
  "Sup shank?"
  Minho lowered his hands and stared at him. "How?"
  "Long story," Newt said, cutting them off by coughing again. "C'mon we have to go, Brenda and Jorge should be here soon."
  I looked worriedly at Newt, and wrapped an arm around his waist as he nearly fell over.
  "What's wrong with him?" Minho asked again, but I waved a hand to shut him up.
  "Let's just go, they said they'd be a few buildings over with a helipad." I said quickly, walking with the group, as Gally put his helmet back on and followed behind.
His time is jumping again, fast, he's stressed and tired, we need that vile soon.. And I don't know how much more he can take..
  "Newt, baby it'll be okay.." I said more to myself as I helped him along, Minho casting worried glances in our direction every few minutes. "Where's the vile..? Newt?"
  He looked over at me, and my heart sunk once again as the veins were already crawling up his neck.
  "Minho, Gally, stop." I said, laying Newt down by a wall.
  "I g-gave it to Brenda.. I thought I had more time.." Newt mumbled, closing his eyes and leaning against the wall.
  "Fuck.. we have to get it.." I uttered, looking around. Doing so, I realized how much I didn't register before. It was chaos. WICKED guards were shooting all around, people that we managed to break free from the headquarters stormed the streets, finding anything they can find to attack.
  "Go without me.." Newt said, blood starting to drip out of his mouth as he quickly wiped it. "Please, I'm just slowing you down."
I looked overhead to see the berg flying. A sense of relief flooded through me, and I turned to Newt and saw the same look flash across his eyes.
  "That's them, we have to go, c'mon." I said, trying to help Newt sit up.
  "No no no.." He muttered, taking a few seconds to try and calm his breathing.
  "You guys go ahead.." I said, looking at Minho and Gally, who was standing behind. "Get the vile from Brenda, I'll explain everything.. just get back as soon as you can.."
  They both looked at me, "Minho.. go.."
  "He's right." Gally added, as he clutched the gun tighter. "I'll cover."
  Gally went ahead, as Newt gripped Minho's arm. "Thank you.. thank you Minho.."
  "Hey.. Just hang on.. you hear me..?" Minho said, and Newt nodded as Gally grabbed him by the shoulder, the two taking off.
  I kneeled in front of Newt, the look on his face of desperation and pain was like a serrated knife was stabbed into my chest, being twisted and turned deeper and deeper.
  "Newt! We're gonna make it out of here, okay? Now, let's get you up.."
  "No no.." He tried to fight me, his eyes becoming bloodshot in front of me. "Thomas.."
  "C'mon you have to get up."
  "No no your gonna take this!" He yelled, jabbing a chain necklace with a capsule into my hand. "Take it! Please.."
  I looked at it, as I gripped it, realizing it's the same gold chain I gave to him when I first met him in the Glade.
Newt's terrified, sad, hopeless expression hit me like a brick, as I realized the love of my life was dying in front of my own eyes..
  I helped him back up, wrapping his arm over my shoulder and holding him upright by the waist.
"C'mon baby, stay with me.." I said over and over again, tearing up as he fell, ragged breaths forcing their way out.
  "No no Newt.." I blinked some tears away, linking my arms under his, dragging him along into a plaza area. I dragged him for barely a minute until I lost my footing and fell, him landing heavily on top of me. Weakly I wrapped my arms around him, burying my face into his hair, which still was soft as ever.
  "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.."
  "Thomas!" A voice boomed around us, making me set Newt down and jump up. "Tom!"
  It's Teresa..
  "Tom.. I know of a way to get a cure.. I saw his arm, You can save him." She said over the coms, which were all around the plaza.
  I shook my head, looking around me. "Forget it!" I yelled, having no clue if she could hear me or not.
  "Tom please." She said, then the line went dark and it went back to the uneasy silence around us.
  I sighed deeply, and looked back at Newt, to see him standing up, looking at me. But.. his eyes were completely black, his face void of emotions.
  "Newt.. Fight it.. Minho will have the cure.. Please.. stay with me.."
   Before I know what happened, I'm on the ground.
  "Newt stop!" I yelled, fighting him off, but his grip was stronger then ever.
  I peeled my eyes open and looked at him, but it wasn't him, it wasn't my Newt. It was a monster. He yelled out, making my ears hurt, as he grabbed the gun out of his side pocket and holding it to his head.
  "No!" I screamed, punching the gun out of his hand so it flew a few feet away. He glared at me with those hard eyes and got off to me to retrieve it. Instead, I got up and tackled him, accidentally slamming his head into the pavement, making the side of his head bleed. I got off with utter terror and watched him slink away as the fog started to gather around me.
  There was screaming, and gunfire, and it was dark. There was a girls voice ringing out as clear as day, but whatever way I turned, it never grew louder.
  Instantly I was back on the ground, my head pounding. Flipping over, my arms were pinned to my sides.
It's a dream Thomas, it's not real, wake up!
   But he stopped, and looked at me, those black eyes disappearing and those soft chocolate eyes appeared. "I'm sorry Tommy.. I'm sorry.."
  "Hey.. It's okay.." I nodded to show him it was okay, my eyes swelling with tears. Somehow he had grabbed the gun and held it to his head once again. I grabbed it, kicking him off and out of habit, aiming it at his head. He stood still, his eyes once again black as night. With a heavy heart, I cocked the gun.
  "I promised you I'd protect you.." I said quietly, blinking away tears. "And look what happened.. Your one of them.."
  "Kill me."
  "W-what..?" I stuttered out, my hand shaking while my finger curled around the trigger.
  "Kill me Tommy, Please.."
  "I c-can't.. I won't.."
It's a dream Thomas!
  "Do it!" He yelled, stepping closer to me. "Put me out of my misery! I don't want to be one of them!"
  I jumped, stepping back from him, the gun shook in my hand.
I looked at him, and Newt's eyes cleared, as if he gained one last trembling grasp of sanity, and his deep voice softened. "Please.. Tommy... Please."
It's not a dream..