Run With Me ➵ Newt [2]

THE END | that's a promise

"What happened?" Thomas said as he rushed to my side. He spotted the blood seeping through my shirt at my side and his eyes widened. "Oh. Oh shit."

I gritted my teeth. "I'm fine. We need to go find the others."

Before he could protest I heaved myself up and nearly passed out from the pain. Black spots danced drukenly in my eyes as I swayed. The pain was so blinding that I blacked out for a second, my side feeling as if it was being poked with a hot iron rod.

"Whoa, whoa, you are not fine!" Thomas said, steadying me as I wobbled dangerously. "You need to rest-"

"We have no time for that, we need to go find the others!" I protested weakly.

"Wait... I think I see them!"

He pointed to something behind me and I struggled to turn around. Our friends were running away from a swarm of WICKED guards a few metres away, dodging bullets and projectiles.

Thomas and I made our way towards them, him supporting my weight as I tried my best to ignore the excrutiating pain in my side. Each step sent up a jolt of pain and I had to clenched my teeth to stop from crying out. Hot tears pricked at my eyes and bubbled up in my vision, making it pretty much impossible to see anything.

Minho spotted us and waved us over hurriedly, gun in hand.

"Get outta here, go!" He said. "Take this!"

He tossed us a spare gun and I snatched it out of the air before Thomas could.

"Go!" I shouted at him.

Before he could protest, I pushed him away towards our friends and turned around. I started shooting at the guards running towards us with Minho, the two of us retreating back to our friends together as we fired. The guards shot their projectiles at us and we tried our best to dodge them. One of them aimed directly at me and before I could react, he pulled the trigger.

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion at once: I watched helplessly as the projectile flew straight at me - I couldn't move, I couldn't defend myself. My mind was already too hazy from the pain, and my reflexes were too slow.

Then someone hurtled themself in front of me and shoved me back hard.

I flew through the air and crashed on the ground a few metres away from where I'd stood. Pain unlike anything I had ever felt before burst through my injured side, but I couldn't scream for all the wind had been knocked out of my lungs.

I must have blacked out for a few moments because when I came to, I couldn't recognize where I was. Someone had their arms under my shoulders and was dragging me backwards, my boots scratching at the rough ground.

I blinked, and when the realization hit me that it was a WICKED guard who had gotten hold of me, I struggled, though the pain in my side rendered me weak and powerless. I couldn't anything except watch helplessly as my friends ran out of the smoke towards me, shouting furiously.

I watched as Newt hefted his gun and shot in my direction - I thought the bullet was about to hit me when I felt a sharp whizz by my ear and the guard dragging me let loose a cry. His grip on me slackened and I collasped to the ground, the energy leaking from my limbs. Darkness crawled at the corners of my eyes as I struggled to get a grip on consciousness.

As my friends pulled me back into the safety of the smoke and darkness, I spotted a sleek white Berg at the side of the battle, its spotlights blinding in the night air. The WICKED guards were carrying an unconscious but very familiar figure between them, and my eyes widened in horror when I realized who it was.