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Ongoing, First published May 02, 2015
Newts POV

"Please Tommy please." I said as I grasped that thin thread that separated life from death. As i looked into Thomas's eyes I saw him pull the trigger. Time seemed to slow down and I flinched to,the side at the loud noise of the gun. I felt the impact of the bullet but bot where I had expected it. Instead he felt the sharp piece of metal hit him directly in the eye. Before Newt even had the  chance to scream he passed out from the pain. In his daze Newt heard Thomas running away. He tried to say something, anything, but nothing came out. He wanted to let Thomas know he was alive, but soon he was left alone and in the dark.

-time skip- 3 hours later

Newt woke up with a splitting headache. Then his eye started stinging and burning like the fires of the underworld we're ablaze right there in his eye. "Thomas" he muttered under his breath. Newt held his hands to his right eye and was horrified at what he felt. His eye was bleeding and wet, as if he was crying but felt no tears. It felt almost as if his eye had been sliced in half. He could touch it and didn't feel it. All he felt was pain. Pain was good, it meant he was alive and human. He had figured out it was a terrible idea to,ask his best friend to kill him. He couldn't do that to Thomas. But now, Thomas thought he was dead and who knows when he would see Thomas sagain, if ever.
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