Burned - Newt x Reader - Part II

47. Attack

The ground shook. WICKED soldiers. Helicopters. Fire. Everywhere.

I stared at the flames. How? How did they find us? Why?

"(Y/n)."

A hand grabbed my wrist and I snapped back.

Newt pressed a small gun into my palm, his brown eyes locked straight into mine. Serious.

"Come on, (Y/n). I need you here."

"How the hell did they even..."

"Doesn't matter," Newt said. "Focus."

And then...he smirked. Actually smirked.

"Now show me the soldier you've been braggin' about."

I spent so damn long being scared my friends would reject me if they knew. What I'd done. What I could do.
And now Newt looked at me with full support.
I grinned and loaded the gun with a satisfying click.
"Oh, I will."

Before I could say anything else, he cupped my face and kissed me...fast, desperate, like we both weren't sure either of us would make it out. I kissed him back just as hard.

Another explosion hit the ground.

We broke apart, forehead to forehead for half a second.

"Go," he whispered.

I put the gun into my holster and grabbed my knife, flipping it casually between my fingers.

Smoke. Fire. Screaming. And soldiers everywhere.

I spotted Harriet..hadn't even met her properly..but damn, she held a rifle like she was born with it.

"Harriet!" I shouted over the chaos. She glanced at me, confused. "Cover me!"

She nodded once and I started to run forward into hell.

The first soldier charged at me.
I slid low, slicing behind his knee. He collapsed, yelling. I kicked him in the helmet hard enough to knock him out.

Another one pointed his electric gun at me. I jumped onto a metal barrel, then used the height to launch myself right onto him. We crashed down hard. He punched. I elbowed. But he lost.

Two more came at me from the left.
Harriet's fired, forcing them to duck. Yes!

I sprinted at the first one, slid across the sand again, slammed my boot into his shin, and stabbed. Again and again and again. I guess that was my style.

More started to shoot. I ducked, rolled and hid behind a truck. More soldiers advanced.

One slammed into me from behind and tackled me straight to the ground. His arm locked around my neck.

I slammed my elbow back, again, again until his grip loosened.

I drove my knee up into his stomach, ripped myself free, and kicked him in the throat to finish it.

Another hit caught my cheek. A sharp pain.
Okay. That's gonna bruise later.

I spat blood to the side and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

He lunged. I blocked.
He grabbed my jacket.
I stabbed down. Again and again and again.

Gunfire. Harriet took down a soldier who got too close. She had my back.

I looked over my shoulder again. The truck.
Vince. Minho. Newt. Harriet. Frypan. But where the fuck is Thomas?

For a moment, it looked like we might actually win..

..then an electric bomb hit them all and they collapsed one by one.

"NO!" I screamed.

Captured. All of them.

I sprinted and hid behind a crate. I pressed my back against it, chest heaving.

We lost.

No, no, no, no.
What should I do.. what should I do.. what...
I need to do something...

Thomas' POV

I couldn't leave without them. But I couldn't see (Y/n). Just please don't be dead.. please..don't be dead..

I touched my pocket where Jorge's bomb was hidden. It was all I had.

I started walking toward the soldiers. I didn't know what the hell I was doing. I didn't have a plan.
I was tired. Tired of running. Tired of being betrayed...

Teresa..
Why? Just why..?

After everything we have been through...

Jenson stood in the middle. Around him were the immunes. All on the ground on their knees.
"How many did we get?" He asked.

"Uh... almost everyone, sir. Give or take."

"Give or take what?" Jensen turned, eyes scanning the immunes.

"Where's Thomas?"

I didn't bother hiding. "I'm here."

He turned slowly, and that disgusting smirk spread across his face.

"Thomaass," he said, opening his arms like I was some lost son returning home.

And then he punched me straight in the gut.

I hit the ground hard with a grunt, right beside Minho.
"Now," he said, "where's your sister?"

I looked up at him, and all I felt was rage. And panic. Cause I didn't know what to say.

Think, Thomas. Think.

"She drowned..." I said. "She drowned in that damn river!"

My voice cracked. He had to believe it. And (Y/n) please don't get caught now..

Jensen's smirk vanished..his jaw tightened. His eyes flicked away.

But then he fixed himself and straightened. He walked a few steps toward the battlefield, looking at the fallen soldiers.

Stabbed. Dead. Blood everywhere. The sand was red.

Then he looked back at me.

"Oh... did she really?"

Like he fucking knew she did this. How?