Remembrance (Newt X Reader)

Chapter 24~ Newt

"No way!" Minho shouted from the front. "You're not taking him anywhere!" Teresa either hadn't heard him or just chose to ignore his outburst altogether. She squinted at Thomas and smiled slightly.

"This isn't some stupid game! I'm going to start counting. Every time I hit a multiple of five, we'll kill one of you with an arrow. We'll do it until Thomas is the only one left, then we'll take him anyway. It's up to you."

You knew for a fact, none of the other girls had agreed to this -- and they probably couldn't shoot someone dead if they wanted to. But you guessed Teresa's glare was convincing enough, not one boy said anything -- or even breathed, for that matter. Everyone stayed completely silent, which was guessed wasn't want Teresa wanted.

"One!" she shouted after a few seconds.

Please, Thomas.

He stepped forward immediately, pushing past Gladers until he reached an open spot and stared Teresa right in the face. Minho and the others yelled protests, but Thomas brushed them off, not taking his hardened gaze away from Teresa, who looked slightly surprised.

"Fine," he said drily. "Take me."

"I only made it to one." 

You could have sworn her voice cracked, just a little. "Yeah. I'm really brave that way."

In that instant, any hint of remorse that had shown on Teresa's face vanished, and she brought her spear down hard on top of his head. Blood spattered onto the sand, and Thomas fell to the ground again, spitting.

"Bring the bag," Teresa ordered. Harriet stepped forward, the burlap sack still tucked under her arm, Sonya following close behind. Thomas pushed himself onto his hands and knees but made no move to stand, probably terrified of getting hit again.

"We're taking him with us!" Teresa yelled to the remaining Gladers. "If anybody follows, I'll hit him again and we'll start shooting you. We won't really bother aiming. Just let the arrows fly any old way they feel like." You shivered, hopelessly praying it wouldn't come to that.

"Teresa!" Minho called, and you suppressed a sigh. Leave it to him to speak up anyway. "You catch the Flare that quickly? Your mind's obviously gone already."

Teresa smacked Thomas again, and he fell onto his stomach. Minho looked instantly guilty, and shot her a hard glare, but didn't say anything else.

"Anything else you wanna say?" she spat, looking from one boy to the next. When no one answered, she nodded and turned back to Harriet. "Didn't think so. Put the bag over him."

Harriet and Sonya grabbed Thomas from either side and pulled him onto his back. Their hands dug into his shoulders and he let out a sudden cry of pain. The girls spun the bag around and held the open end over his head.

"Don't resist," Harriet told him quietly, probably just as sorry as you were. "Or it'll just get worse.

Thomas didn't answer, just stared questioningly from one girl to the next.

"Better to just go along and let us kill you. Doesn't do you any good to have a lot of pain along the way." Harriet muttered. With that, she pulled the bag completely over his head and down to cover his entire body, tying it tightly at his feet with a knotted rope. Then she stood up, the end of the long rope in hand.

"Teresa! Don't do this to me!" Thomas shouted, his voice muffled by the burlap. He squirmed in the bag and Teresa just rolled her eyes and brought the end of her spear down onto his stomach. He moaned and tried to double over, but just ended up falling onto his back again, his legs recoiling up to his chest.

"Since you obviously don't care about yourself," she said sternly, "talk again and we'll start shooting your friends. That sound good to you?" Thomas didn't respond, but you saw him heave and roll over, stifling a sob.