Time doesn't slow down.
It shatters.
He moves like a predator, eyes wild and glassy, limbs jerking like a puppet yanked by unseen strings. Luckily Thomas is much more light on his feet. More controlled. More alive.
Thomas narrowly dodges out of the way of Newt's snarling wrath. Causing him to roll onto the ground before steadying himself on his hands, panting as blood as thick as tar leaks from his lips.
"Thomas", Newt heaves, a sliver of humanity trickling through "kill me", it's a desperate plea. As if death would be much sweeter than having to be tortures by his own mind, but Thomas is unable to grant him his wish-Newt realizes this in the storm of his mind because he lunges right back towards Thomas.
Tackling successfully to the ground and straddling him, snapping at Thomas with feral teeth.
In the chaos, in the mess of limbs and violence-Newt stops.
His body stiffens. His wild eyes flicker with a sliver of something-recognition? Control? Just for a moment.
His gaze finds Thomas's horrified expression. The state he's in.
He looks at himself... Then back at Thomas.
And I see the flicker of horror bloom across his face.
"No..." Newt whispers, barely audible. A broken, trembling sound that is all him. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry, Tommy"
Thomas relaxes a little-assuming the haze has finally released him "it's okay, Newt".
Without warning, Newt unsheathes a knife from his belt, aiming it towards himself "NO!", Thomas is able to disarm him-the knife cluttering across the floor. Causing Newt to roar angrily at him before Thomas is able to shove him off.
As Newt rolls off to the side, he manages to retrieve the weapon.
The knife gleams in his hand-our Newt, our sweet, stubborn Newt, consumed by something monstrous. I scream his name, but it barely leaves my throat before he's on Thomas.
The boys crash to the ground with a thud that cracks through the quiet, a desperate scuffle ensuing as Thomas fights to subdue him without hurting him, without killing him.
"Newt!" Thomas chokes, his voice breaking as he tries to grab Newt's wrists. "Please-it's me!".
But Newt is gone.
A wild, anguished growl tears from his throat as he tackles Thomas again, straddling his waist as he aims the knife for Thomas.
I scream as I push myself up, dragging my ruined leg across the debris-littered ground. The agony doesn't matter anymore. Nothing does except getting to them-stopping this.
Thomas lets out a pained yell as the blade slowly sinks into the plate of his chest. A small pool of blood rises, his face twisting in pain as it stains the fabric of his shirt.
"THOMAS!" I cry, crawling the final few feet just as Thomas manages to twist his body, kicking Newt in an attempt to get him off.
Weakly scrambling to his feet to deliver a punch in defense.
Then, everything changes.
The two rise to their feet. Thomas barely regaining his footing and Newt lunging mercilessly forward.
Time does stop now.
"NO!" I cry, voice shattering like glass. But the knife doesn't find Thomas. It embeds itself into Newt's chest just as the two collide into each other.
For a moment. The world doesn't move.
Thomas steps back to reveal the knife sticking out of Newt's chest, barely able to register what happened as Newt slumps to the floor. The pain in my leg is forgotten as I rush towards Newt, my trembling hands pressing over the blood on his chest, but there's so much of it.
Too much.
"Newt... No, please", I whisper, but my voice is barely a breath.
Thomas is pale, bloodied and frantic beside me. All his attention-all of him-is on the boy bleeding out in our arms.
Newt coughs, the sound wet and rasping. Blood dribbles from the corner of his mouth, his eyes flickering open.
And they see me.
"Rose..." He rasps softly.
I press a trembling hand to his cheek, my body shaking so violently I can barely stay upright. "I'm here. I'm here, Newt-please don't-please stay with us. Just hold on-"
His cold hand clutches weakly at mine. His eyes, once hazel with warmth and wit, are dulled now, the sickness having stolen too much. But for a moment-for this moment-he's Newt again.
He smiles.
Faint. Barely there. But it's his smile. And then-
"I love you" he whispers, voice cracking, almost inaudible.
I forget how to breathe.
The words crash into me with the weight of the sky. I love you.
He's never said it before.
"Newt-" I try to say it, I try, but my throat locks, strangled with grief beyond words. "I-"
But he's already slipping.
His eyes dim.
His hand grows still in mine.
And his chest...
It doesn't rise again.
Silence swallows the world.
I can't scream. I can't sob. I can't even move. My hand stays over his still heart, waiting for something that never comes.
A beat.
A breath.
A miracle.
But there's nothing.
Just the cold.
Just the blood.
Just the silence.
Thomas leans over him, his face crumpling with a pain I feel deep in my soul. Tears run freely down his cheeks, mixing with the blood and sweat. He doesn't speak. He doesn't have to. The expression on his face is one I'll never forget.
The sound around us is muted now. Like the world is mourning with us.
And in the echo of that terrible silence, I feel it.
The moment Newt's soul leaves us. Leaves the world.
Gone.
Too soon.
Forever.
I press my forehead to his, my lips trembling. My voice fails. My breath is hollow.
I never said it back.
And now I never can.
Tears fall soundlessly onto his bloodied shirt, the only proof I'm still breathing at all. The weight of that truth crushes me.
And in the place where Newt used to be-
There's only silence.
Author's info- Hello, reader! BOOM! Another amazing chapter! So. Thoughts? I have been procrastinating this chapter for a long time now. Mostly because I wasn't sure how I wanted this to go. But I have finally decided. It was inevitable really. If you haven't noticed I changed my writing style. Over the months I have not updated I have grown as a writer and as a person. I have perfected a style of writing that is much more organized and clean than the one I used to have. I hope you guys like this one. I really feel like I have grown from where I was the last time I updated my story. Now I know you guys didn't want me to kill him off. But I honestly has to in order to fill out the plans I have for my future book. I hope you fuys understand, it was a tough decision on my end as well. I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Things are gonna get heated after this. See you next chapter. Later reader.
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