(sorry i had to republish it, technical problems)
A/N: I'm so very sorry for such a late update. This chapter literally spent me one month editing! God damn school!:( Feel free to comment, I would appreciate it a lot!
Thomas opened his eyes as the light of daybreak had decided to intrude on him. Remanets of his dreams quickly drifted away, like a drain plug being pulled up. As if someone did not want him to recollect his memories. Thomas sighed and gazed up to the sky. He did know what a pleasant morning was like, and the dawns of this place had to be one of the worst in human's history. The heavens were grey and plain as programmed. No rosy clouds or glowing ball of orange. Sunlight never bothered to knit patterns through the leaves, the ground was a canvas which the sun abandoned. Birds did not chirp, and the air was dry. All components of the physical environment were for the sake of pragmatism, and beauty was least of the creators' concerns. Oxygen concentration was closely calculated and monitored, while the sky was to shield them from whatever catastrophes there were outside. Perhaps being trapped here was the less evil to their fates, Thomas thought.
In this not-so-pleasant morning, his mind floated to somewhere just as nerve-racking. Thomas put a hand on his hair mindlessly and pulled and messed up the strands in despair. How can I possibly tell him? Hey Newt you know what I may have a big crush on you?
"What crush? Who is the lucky guy to win over our Griever-slayer's heart? " Chuck piped in and chimed.
Thomas blushed at his own's slip of the tongue. "I'm not gay, Chuck… " Thomas retorted in a futile attempt, which sounded more like a question to himself.
"Yup, only gay for Newt,"
Thomas looked at his friend, mortified.
"Come on Thomas, that's like, very obvious. At least it is to me and Minho,"
"You two have talked about my sexuality and love interests??"
"So it's trueee, you like him!!!" Chuck said it in a sing-song tone.
"Keep your voice down dammit," Thomas hissed under his breath.
"Hm, who does my Tommy have a crush on?" Newt said, appearing seemingly out of nowhere and placed one hand on Thomas' shoulder, causing Thomas to jump slightly.
"Newt! Good morning," Chuck said, and elbowed Thomas mischievously.
"Hey you too, you too," Newt turned to face Thomas, "Mornin' sunshine, your hair's all messed up," Newt with his slender fingers flattened Thomas' hair and patiently tucked the disarrayed strands back to their positions one by one.
"There, back to Mr. Handsome," Newt said and winked.
Thomas uptightly stood there, his face all red and hot, while his young friend wore a smug expression . "I'll leave you two lovebirds to it," The chubby boy turned and beamed away to the grassland. Thomas could just feel Chuck stealthily laughing at him. Newt, on the other hand, didn't seem to mind at all but wiggled his eyebrows at Thomas. "Lovebirds huh?" He said. Thomas laughed weakly.
"Excuse me I gotta go t…to the Gates, " Thomas avoided eye-contact with the blonde, "Thanks by the way,"
"Oh no you are not leaving me Tommy,"
"What?" Thomas said breathlessly, as a beautiful shade of scarlett secretly crept its way onto his cheeks.
"You may be recommended as a bloody Runner, but you are still the greenie and your tour isn't nearly done yet, so today you're with me,"
"Oh…right, where we going today?" He added with a frown on his lips, sadly it wasn't what he'd thought it was.
"We're gonna pay a visit t'the Slicers, and literally get our hands dirty,"
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Thomas was surely not a big fan of the Slicers and the Bloodhouse. Even the animals in the hedges appeared grief-stricken, as if they had looked into the crystal ball of their future. In this no-way-out scenario, these creatures were locked away from the freedom the Glade had left, with only a flick of their tails on occasion to indicate a sign of life.
Suddenly a blood-curdling screech echoed from the Bloodhouse. Some big poor animal had got its throat slashed. The following blunt knife sounds symboled that it was chopped proficiently into parts.
"Oh God," Thomas felt apprehensive to the afternoon in front of him.
As if he saw through Thomas' mind, the blonde gave Thomas a squeeze on the shoulder and said," Hey, it's gonna be fine, don't you worry,"
Newt led and pushed open the wooden door with a squeak. The coppery smell of blood filled their nostrils immediately. Thomas could see detached parts of the animals lying on the tables, immersed in pools of red, slickish liquid.
"Thomas right? I've heard so much about you, you are awesome man!" An acne-covered guy, apparently the Keeper of the Slicers greeted the duo and enthusiastically shook Thomas' hands. "I'm Winston, nice to meet you!"
Thomas looked down. He could see the brown dry stains of blood on his hands and on his shirt, he could almost taste the scent of blood on his tongue. He felt dizzy and giddy all of a sudden.
"Oh shuck sorry! Here, take my towel, Tom," Winston apologized.
Thomas began to lose focus on his surroundings.
"Tommy what's happening? Can you hear me??"
Newt's voice is duplicating and fading away.
It's fine Newt I…
He heard a wicked, insane laugh. Bullets firing endlessly and aiming ruthlessly accurate at the people around him. Their lives were ripped out before they had the chance to scream. The continuous firing sounds hurt his ears. Blood. He could see so much blood. Some some of it spilt into his face, his eyes, his mouth…
He started to shake uncontrollably. His axis of balance tumbled down and the world suddenly tilted like a ball spinning out of control, and in the last moment he managed to fall into a pair of strong arms.
Newt half-dragged Thomas along the grass with that limp of his. The blonde sat down by a tree and let Thomas' head rest on his thighs. He fanned Thomas' shirt and soothed him reassuringly. "Breathe, Tommy, breathe,"
"Are you okay Thomas? What's going on? Do I need to get the medjacks? Maybe I can be of help!" Winston said.
"Winston the best you can do is stay away! You're bloody screwin' things up!" Newt sounded exasperated.
"Ok, I'll be off…" the Keeper of the Slicers replied, and he walked away , scratching the back of his head, still confused, leaving the duo under the tree.
"Agh it's so lame, what just happened to me, I'm sorry…" Thomas said, slowly regaining his grip to the reality.
"It's hematophobia,"
"What?" Thomas slanted his head upawards and bore his bewildered eyes into Newt's chocolate brown ones.
"Fear of blood. They are usually triggered and associated with past experiences. And the truth is, everyone got that sort of thing going on, everyone got scared from time to time, and had their own scars… so there's no need to apologize Tommy. It's just what defines being a real human being, and what makes you… you," Newt said in a serious tone, and the tip of his mouth curled upwards when he said, "You will never be lame to me anyway,"
Thomas was in a loss of words. "Wow, that's… very well-said, you must be some great thinker in the world before…"
"Well, I might just be," Their eyes met each other and Thomas gave his protector a hearty smile. He shut his eyes for a while to enjoy the rare, peaceful moment in this hell on earth. Thomas didn't care how the sky looked, or how the air felt anymore, right there next to him was the best thing, and the only thing Thomas would ever need.
"Hey do I look like a pillow to you?" Newt playfully slapped Thomas' cheek and scrunched up his nose, "Get up you bloody shank, or else,"
"Yeah like what?" Thomas raised one eyebrow challengingly.
"You don't wanna know, Thomas,"
"Try me,"
"Or I can't resist the urge of kissing you,"
Thomas heart skipped a beat. "I don't believe you,"
"Ok," Thomas' mouth were shut by Newt's lips on his. At first it was rather unyielding and agonistic, full of uncertainty, but then Newt softened to kiss him more tenderly, holding the back of Thomas' head. Thomas responded softly and the kiss turned warm and romantic. They could feel each other's heartbeats fluttering. Thomas felt as if someone pulled the strings of his heart, something inside him awoke, and that everything made sense, everything was enchanting. The kiss last for about 10 seconds, and they gazed into each other's eyes again, still with Newt looking down and Thomas resting on his lap, but the feeling had changed: It was more than trust and kinship. It was affection, longing, happiness, something that could only be shared and felt in the depths of two souls. No words were exchanged instantly, they both knew that it was just right. It just "clicked" and fitted.
"Took you this long to do this, Newt," Thomas said to the blonde.
"Took me this long to realize," In which his lover replied.
"I love you, you know that? Ever since the first few days, no no no first few hours actually…" Thomas rambled.
Newt just laughed and sealed Thomas' lips with another affectionate kiss.
"I guess I love you too silly,"
Chapter 3 will be on soon! I will try to squeeze out my time and write my very best. I do mean it when I typed this, it's not just to keep you guys sticking around, but I feel it's a serious commitment. Please tell me what you think, every comment of yours is important! x
~08/03/15 20:52 p.m.