Subject B3 (newt x reader)

Chapter 45

Warning: this chapter contains mention of suicide. please proceed with caution.

"Newt, it's me!" Thomas shouts as the Crank lets out an inhuman wail, before charging towards the brunette boy. Thomas grabs Newt's shoulders just as he latches onto his waist in an attempt to tackle him, but instead Thomas shoves the Crank past him, causing him to topple onto the concrete.

I watch in utter horror as the scene plays out in front of me. Newt scrambles to his feet again and charges at Thomas, this time managing to tackle him to the ground. Thomas yells out as they hit the concrete with a loud thud, attempting to shove the Crank off of him as he claws at the brunette boy's throat.

"Newt, stop!" I shout out, immediately regretting it once the words leave my mouth. Both boys immediately snap their heads to look at me, and Thomas's eyes widen with fear.

"Stay put, Y/N!" The brunette shouts just as Newt rolls off of him and hurls up more blood onto the concrete.

"Tommy!" He manages to choke out, trembling as he looks at his friend. "Kill me!"

My heart plummets at those two words, and I instantly shift my eyes to Thomas, who's already looking at me.

"Don't do it." I say, shaking my head rapidly.

"Newt, I'm not going to kill you." Thomas says shakily.

Newt snaps his head up to look at Thomas before suddenly letting out a roar, scrambling to his feet and tackling Thomas to the ground. This time the Crank manages to overpower Thomas, pinning him down and wrapping his hands tightly around the boy's throat. I watch with horror as Thomas gasps desperately for air, clawing at Newt's hand in an attempt to try and pry them off.

"Newt!" I scream, sprinting over to the boys before I can stop myself.

"Y/N, no!" Thomas chokes, squirming under Newt's grip. I ignore him and grab Newt by the shoulders, trying to yank him away from Thomas.

"Newt, let go of him!" I shout, pulling desperately at his jacket. But he doesn't budge, he doesn't even turn to look at me.

"NEWT, IT'S Y/N!" I yell, giving one last pull to try and get him off Thomas.

Newt loosens his grip on Thomas slightly, causing the brunette to suck in a big breath. I stumble back as Newt slowly turns to look at me, still pinning down Thomas.

"Y/N?" He whispers, his veiny, sweat covered face slowly morphing into recognition at the sight of me.

"Newt, it's me." I say, "it's Y/N, alright? I'm here." I'm surprised at how calmly my voice comes out considering the rate of my heartbeat right now.

Newt stares at me for a couple of moments, before turning to look back at Thomas, who's still on the ground, gently rubbing his throat.

"I'm sorry." The Crank says quietly, "I'm sorry, Tommy."

"It's alright." Thomas says, reaching up and patting his friend's shoulder. "It's okay."

I hesitantly take another step forward just as Newt's breathing picks up again as he growls through clenched teeth.

The virus is taking over him again.

And suddenly, in a movement so quick I don't even process it, Newt bends down and snatches the gun out of Thomas's holster and cocks it, bringing it up to his temple.

My heart leaps up to my throat as I cry out "NO!" just as Thomas smacks the gun out of the Crank's hand, sending it flying across the courtyard towards me.

The virus completely devours Newt once again, and he roars in Thomas's face, sending strings of black blood flying from his mouth. But Thomas manages to kick the boy off of his body, sending him flying across the concrete.