Thomas Sangster/ Newt Imagines

#17 Page 250 Newtmas Plot Twist

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"KILL ME!" And then Newts eye's cleared, as if he gained one last trembling gasp of sanity and his voice softened

"Please, Tommy, please"

With his heart falling into a black abyss Thomas refused pull the trigger. His gun kept aimed at Newt's head shaking, he couldn't do it, he couldn't kill his friend. Thomas's hand trembled with his finger hovering near the trigger that could end Newts suffering.

"You can't even do one bloody thing for me can you, Tommy?" Newt hissed

A wave of guilt hit Thomas, he wanted to help his friend, wanted to put him out from his suffering, but he couldn't. Newt's scowled at Thomas with his dark sickened pupils

"You're a bloody coward!" Newt spat at his old friend

"I hate you, Tommy ... I hate you so much" Newt says with his voice crackling

Those words spilling from Newt's mouth hit Thomas hard. He doesn't mean it Thomas told himself.

"you don't Newt" Thomas protested softly with hurt lingering

"I should. I should hate you" Newt says on the verge of tears

Thomas watched Newt who had sank down to the ground leaning against a wall behind him in tears. Thomas crotched down to Newts level and places the gun on the ground beside him and Newt. He uses his now empty hand to stroke the length of Newts arm, trying to comfort him, but Newt recoils at his touch. Tears slipped out of Newts broken eyes uncontrollably and Thomas was sure he had never seen someone look so sad.

"please let me jus- just for one second" Thomas said trying to place his hand back onto Newts arm as if he was taming a wild animal

When Thomas touches his arm again, Newt hesitates slightly but doesn't draw back. Shuck It Thomas thought, and with that he lent forward closing the space between him and Newt, his lips passionately kissed Newt's and for a second, Thomas felt Newt kiss back slightly as if they boy with the limp was finding his way back to sanity... until Newt pulls away... whispering something Thomas struggled to hear.

Suddenly, Newt grabs the Thomas's gun and in a split second a ringing sound instantly overtook Thomas's ears. Newt had just shot himself in the head.

By now it had only just become clear to Thomas on what Newt had whispered: "I'm so sorry"

Panic and shock overtook Thomas as he stared at his dead friend, stunned. He collapses on top of Newt squeezing his lifeless corpse by the hem of his shirt sobbing into his chest. Thomas didn't know how long he spent there crying. Seconds. Minutes. Hours maybe. However long it was, it would never be enough to ease the pain.

Thomas gets up refusing to look at Newts corpse again, he knew if he did so, he would break down all over again. Instead, he turned and ran, he ran far away.

Thomas squeezed his eyes shut, he could only imagine on what would become of his friends corpse. Waves of guilt overtook him as he thought of his body rotting away on the scorching streets. His stomach churned further at the thought of cranks coming along and eating his leftovers. He kept his eyes shut. He would never tell Minho. Not ever...