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Silence. Silence bounced off every corner and wall deafening me. Every tree and stone stopped moving. No more gunshots, no more explosions. Even my eyes stopped moving; they were pinned to the back of him. To the back of his head. To his dirty, blond hair. The hair I had run my fingers through when I soothed him like a baby only nights before. He was still wearing that stupid WCKD uniform we had stolen from a guard for what seemed like years but only a few hours ago. What snapped me out of my trance was his head turning slowly towards me.
I stepped back as I saw his face. His veins were filled with a black liquid I could only describe as pure evil. His mouth hung open, dripping with the same black goop. I looked at his lips, which had been stained black. The same lips that had caressed mine only hours before.
All noises and feelings are flooding back to me as Newt (if I could call him that) puts one foot in front of the other, sprinting towards me. I stepped to the side while he pounced at me like I was the mouse and he was the cat.
He leaped at me again, catching me off guard and landing on top of me. I held my arms out in front of me, resisting the urge to allow him to kill me. Instead, I fought back.
“Tommy, kill me,” he said between shaky breaths. I threw him gently off me, cautious not to hurt him. My head was throbbing as it hit the ground; due to this, I didn't notice ‘Newt’ jump towards me. I tumbled backward onto the ground. I had a gun attached to my outer thigh. Newt grabbed it and pointed it directly at his temple. I flicked the safety on just in time. He jumped off me and stumbled back. He whipped out a small knife he carried and charged towards me. I lose all feeling in my legs. I cannot move. I'm paralysed. There's nothing for me if Newt's not here.
He sprang in my direction. I put my arms in front of me to shield me from him at instinct. He tried to plunge the knife into my chest, but my arms stopped him. I wish he did. Newt kept leaning more and more weight on me. Eventually, the cold, sharp tip of the blade touched my warm skin, sending electric shocks pulsing through me. It nipped me, barely, but I could still see my blood glistening on the tip of his blade.
He staggered back, releasing what he had just done. He stood there flabbergasted.
Suddenly, he pulled me in. I closed my eyes, preparing myself for the cold blade. Nothing. I opened one eye, scanning Newt.
The knife was lodged deep in his chest. He collapsed in my arms, coughing and spluttering. “Tommy… I’m sorry…” He manages before his body goes limp.
I watch as the light leaves his eyes.
He is gone. Newt is gone…
I stand up, staggering back. I looked around Brenda, and Minho came running. Their eyes filled with fear and agony.
I don't know what to do except run.
I stumble backward. I turn and start sprinting, not knowing where I'm going. Feelings flood my mind; I'm angry with WCKD, and heartbroken about Newt, but most of all, I'm cross with myself. I’m cross with myself for not noticing sooner and letting this happen.
The automatic lights pull me from my musings and back into reality. I look around. I don't know where I am; I look up. Looming over me and consuming everything with its shadow, it’s the WICKED tower. Suddenly remembering who I am and where I am, I spot a rather large plant pot. I crouch down behind it; my eyes are still locked on the tower.
I look around me, unsure of what to do next. I peek my head around from the side of the plant pot, making sure the cost is clear. As soon as I get the chance, I run. Run like my life depended on it, because it did...
'Why?' I thought to myself before everything went dark.
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