Run With Me ➵ Newt [2]

THE END | that's a promise

"We're with you, Thomas," I said quietly.

Teresa stared at us in horror. "No," she whispered, shaking her head desperately.

"Don't," Ava whispered, shaking her head as well.

"Do it, Thomas," Minho muttered to him, the familiar look of firm determination in his eyes. "We're ready."

"Thomas..." Ava trailed off, her eyes pleading.

But he ignored her and put a finger on the button that would set the bomb off, and we shut our eyes, waiting for it to explode. I grasped Newt's hand and he squeezed it back tightly. Whatever happened, I was glad to have met him, to have spent so much of my miserable life with him. If I had to go down, I'd rather do it with my friends, sacrificing ourselves to end an evil cause.

"Newt... I..." I whispered. My eyes glued were to the ground - I couldn't bring it to myself to meet his eyes - not when this would be our final moments.

"Shh," he whispered back, clasping my hand tighter. "I know."

Thomas was about to press the button when suddenly, we heard a loud honking noise in the distance. All heads snapped towards the intrusion and I spotted an old green truck driving through the camp in the distance, weaving carelessly around fallen tents and idling people. I heard a familiar voice yelling in defiance - and maybe even crazed excitement - as the driver drove the truck directly into a Berg near us, smashing it into pieces. People screamed and ran about, trying to avoid the collision.

The Berg crashed towards us and I jumped out of the way before its broken parts could slice me. When I got up, I realized I had somehow separated myself from my friends.

I whirled around in a panic and spotted Thomas lying on the ground near me, blinking up around him in disorientation. I went over to his side and helped him up, ignoring the throbbing pain in my limbs.

"You okay?" I asked, and he nodded quickly.

"Where're the others?" He asked.

"I-I don't know, I think we got separated from them."

We heard heavy, hurried footsteps and glanced up - a guard was aiming his gun right at us. Thomas pressed the button on his bomb and tossed it in the direction of the guard; it landed at his feet, beeping madly.

"Get down!" Thomas tackled me to the ground and we covered our heads, the bomb exploding behind us. There was the faint ringing and chatters around me. The smoke from the bomb made my eyes tear up and I blinked rapidly, trying to clear my murky vision and thoughts.

Thomas and I tried to get back up on our feet, but then a figure ran out from the smoke and kicked Thomas directly in the face.

"Fuck!" I cursed when I realized it was Janson. "Get off him!"

I tried to tackle him but he elbowed me in the stomach and I fell back, clutching my abdomen in pain. I watched helplessly as Janson pinned Thomas to the ground and reloaded his gun with a crazed light in his eyes.

"What a waste," he sneered.

He was about to shoot when someone fired at his shoulder. I looked round and spotted Brenda a few metres away, gun in hand with a smug smile on her face.

Janson fell off Thomas with a pained yell and I quickly leaped towards him, trying to snatch the gun away from him. We struggled with each other, our fingers trying to grasp around the handle of the gun as we shoved each other around. Finally, he got hold of it and shot at me.

I felt a sudden pain in my side and I fell to my knees, eyes wide with numb shock.

Brenda shot at Janson again, keeping him away from me and he scrambled away and disappeared into the smoke, clutching his injured shoulder.