First chapter of my new story Worlds Apart. I know it´s short but I am one of those people who prefer shorter chapters + more freaquent updates to really long chapters + a year long waiting period. Please review :)

Newt stomped away from the cockpit and went straight to the bathroom where he locked the door behind him. His heart was pounding rapidly, his head was throbbing and it took him a good few deep breaths to calm down a bit. Why was he so bloody angry? Stupid question. The Flare eating away his brain was the obvious answer. He pushed himself off the wall by the door, against which he had been leaning, and went over to the sink. He turned the water to cold and splashed some on his face and behind his neck. Didn´t help much, he was still feeling… disturbed. I hate this happening to me… He lifted his head and looked at himself in the mirror over the sink. He studied his eyes which had momentarily only the slightest hint of something unsettling in them. Newt didn´t see himself while having the fits of anger, which had been becoming more and more frequent lately, but the looks on the faces of his friends had him assured it was nothing pretty.

He didn´t hear anything outside. He opened the door slowly and peeked out, not really in the mood to talk to anyone at the moment. Luckily for him his friends seemingly already went to sleep, because he couldn´t see or hear anyone. He decided to get some sleep as well, regardless he didn´t have anything exciting ahead of him except for the long wait in the Berg while the others went to Denver. Well, it was for the best anyway. He found an unoccupied sofa and curled up on it, hoping for some dreamless sleep.

No such luck.

He was in the big common room they shared with the Gladers on the Berg that took them away from the Scorch. Most of his friends were asleep either on the floor in sleeping bags or on the sofas around the room. He himself just came in from the long shower he indulged himself with after their escape from the desert. He looked around the dimly lit room looking for a place to crash for the night. He spotted one on the left and stepped over few lying bodies to get there. He lied down and slid into his sleeping bag looking forward to some sleep but as he settled down his eyes fell on the Glader beside him. It was Leo. He didn´t know why but his eyes locked on his neck. Well, more accurately on the vein there. Newt saw the soft pulsing of the blood under the skin and suddenly felt mesmerized by the subtle sound he could now hear. He reached out with his hand to touch it…

"Dude, what are you doing!"

Newt jerked his hand back, staring at his friend, who apparently hadn´t been asleep. Then a sudden wave of rage rushed through him.

"I´m not doing anything!" he snapped back, scowling.

"You were just touching my neck, man!" Leo replied with a skeptical look on his face.

Newt suddenly lashed out with his fist and hit Leo square in the jaw. He could see the shock on his friends face before he was on top of him, pinning him to the floor. He was suddenly so angry and had no clue why. He just knew he wanted to hurt Leo. Badly.

Before the boy beneath him could do anything, he started punching him in the face. Leo tried to deflect the blows with his arms but Newt grabbed them and knelt on them so that the boy cried out in pain which sent a rush of satisfaction through the blond. He roughly pushed Leo´s chin up with his left hand and dove forward to sink his teeth in his flesh…

Newt woke up with a start. It took him a few moments to realize where he was. The blankets on the sofa across the room and the sunlight coming through the windows of the Berg told him it was morning and his friends had already probably left for Denver.

He got up trying not to think of the dream he just woke up from and went to find something to eat.

Who would ever expect that waiting could be a nice thing. Newt knew that in the old days he would start going crazy with boredom by now (he was well aware of the pun) but since the emotions and events stimulating his brain made him realize how quickly he was changing, he was quite grateful for the peace. He spent most of the day just sitting on the sofa, watching the floor in front of him. He didn´t think. Thinking made him angry and confused. Numbness spread through his whole body and he just sat there, watching the floor.

Through the haze that had become his world he suddenly realized, he was hearing noises. He couldn´t quite place them but at the same time he couldn´t force himself to care. Something in his gut screamed for him to move, but he just kept staring onto the floor and didn´t move a muscle. Then, as with a pop, the numbness disappeared and Newt jumped to his feet trying to figure out what was going on. Footsteps! He heard somebody's feet against the floor. And they were approaching.

TBC :)