Okay, so I think that since I really ship newtmas(newt and tommy, gay), I should right a fanfic for them, since I legit cried when Newtie died. I legit cried and then threw the book. Don't get mad at me Audrey…(Audlong123) Lol! ;) So, I thought...what if he didn't die? If you don't like boy/boy, please leave, no hate. Now if you're still with me, enjoy!
~Sara
*All rights to James Dashner*
(A/N This first part is directly quoted from Maze Runner:The Death Cure. Italicized is my own words.)
"Newt, come with me this time, right now. We can take you somewhere safer, somewhere better too…"
Newt laughed, and when he did his head twitched strangely a couple of times. "Get out of here Tommy. Get away." Thomas' heart broke into a million pieces as he stared at Newt, his best friend.
"Just come with me," Thomas begged. "I'll tie you up if it makes you feel better."
Newt's face suddenly hardened into anger and his words shot out in a rage. "Just shut up, you shuck traitor! Didn't you read my note? You can't do one last, lousy thing for me? Gotta be the hero, like always? I hate you! I've always hated you!"
He doesn't mean it, he...can't. Thomas told himself firmly. They were just words. "Newt…"
"It was all your fault! You could've stopped them when the first creators died. You could've figured out a way. But no! You had to keep it going, try to save the world, be the hero. And you came to the Maze and never stopped. All you care about is yourself! Admit it! Gotta be the one people remember, the one people worship! We should've thrown you down the Box hole!" Thomas' heart broke at every word Newt said.
"Newt's face had colored to a deep red, and spit flew from his mouth as he yelled. He started taking lumbering steps forward, his hands balled into fists.
"I'm gonna blast him!" Lawrence yelled from the Van.(A/N my heart started to break here, sorry this whole directly from the book thing is SO long!") "Get out of the way!"
Thomas turned, his heart in pain seeing Newt like this. "Don't! It's just me and him! Don't do anything, please!" He faced Newt again. "Newt, stop. Just listen to me. I know you're okay in there. Enough to hear me out."
"I hate you Tommy!" He was only a few feet away and Thomas took a step backwards, his hurt over Newt turning to fear. "I hate you I hate you I hate you! After all I did for you, after all the freaking klunk I went through in the bloody Maze, you can't do the one and only thing I've ever asked you to do! I can't even look at your ugly shuck face!"
Thomas took two more steps back. "Newt, you need to stop. They're going to shoot you. Please, just do it for me if you can't do it for you. Give me a chance!" He couldn't kill his best friend. He just couldn't.
Newt screamed and rushed forward. An arc of Launcher lightning shot from the van, skidding and crackling across the pavement, but it missed him. He struggled to fill his lungs as his old friend climbed on top of him and pinned him down.
"I should rip your eyes out," Newt said, spraying Thomas with spit. "Teach you a lesson in stupidity. Why'd you come over here? You expected a bloody hug? Huh? A nice sit-down to talk about the good times in the Glade?"
Thomas shook his head, gripped by terror, very slowly reaching for his gun with his free hand.
(A/N My fucking heart shattered right here.) "You wanna know why I have this limp, Tommy? Did I ever tell you? No, I don't think I did."
"What happened?" Thomas asked, stalling for time. He slipped his fingers around the weapon, not believing what he was about to do.
"I tried to kill myself in the Maze. Climbed halfway up one of those bloody walks and jumped right off. Alby found me and dragged me back to the Glade right before the door closed. I hated that place, Tommy. I hated every second of every day. And it was all...your...fault!" Newt… Thomas thought.
Newt suddenly twisted around and grabbed Thomas by the hand holding the gun. He yanked it toward himself, forcing it up until the end of the pistol was pressed against his own forehead. No, Newt! Thomas thought. "Now make amends! Kill me before I become one of those bloody cannibal monsters! Kill me! I trusted you with the note! No one else. Now do it!"
Thomas tried to yank his hand away, but Newt was too strong. "I can't, Newt, I can't."
"Make amends! Repent for what you did!" The words tore out of him, his whole body trembling. I don't like seeing you this way, Thomas thought. Then his voice dropped to an urgent, harsh whisper. "Kill me, you shuck coward. Prove you can do the right thing. Put me out of my misery."
The words horrified Thomas. "Newt, maybe we can—"
"Shut up! Just shut the bloody hell up! I trusted you! Now do it!"
"I can't."
"Do it!"
"I can't!" How could Newt ask him to do something like this? How could he possibly kill one of his best friends?
"Kill me or I'll kill you. Kill me! Do it!"
"Newt…"
"Do it before I become one of them!"
"I…"
"KILL ME!" And then Newt's eyes cleared, as if he'd gained one last trembling gasp of sanity, and his voice softened, just a little. "Please, Tommy. Please."
With his heart falling into a black abyss, Thomas pulled the trigger. (Why, James Dashner? Why?! WHY?!)
Thomas had closed his eyes when he did it. He heard the impact of bullet on the flesh and bone, felt Newt's body jerk, then fall onto the street. Thomas twisted onto his stomach, then pushed himself to his feet, and he didn't open his eyes until he started running. He couldn't allow himself to see what he'd done to his best friend. The horror of it, the sorrow and the guilt and sickness of it all, threatened to consume him, filled his eyes with tears as he ran toward the white van.
"Get in!" Lawrence yelled at him.
The door was still open. Thomas jumped through it and pulled it shut. Then the van was moving. No one spoke. Thomas stared out of the front window in a daze. He'd shot his best friend in the heart. (This is necessary for the plot, guys.) Never mind that it was what he'd been asked to dim what Newt had wanted, what he'd pleaded for. But Thomas had still pulled the trigger. He looked down, saw that his hands and legs were shaking in the horror of what he'd done, and he suddenly felt freezing cold.
"What have I done?" He mumbled, but the others didn't say a word. (End of directly quoted part, remember that only the plot is mine, and only the italicized part in the top is mine. All rights to James Dashner.)
Thomas POV
So many thoughts ran through my head. Why. Why. Why? Why did I have to kill him? I missed him so much. His eyes, his hair, his accent, his everything. I missed him so much.
"Hey, Tom? Are you okay? Do you want to talk?" Brenda asked, putting her arm around me.
"No, Brenda. Please, get away from me." I saw a look of hurt flash across her face. I took in a deep breath. "Please, Brenda. Just...please." She slowly got up and walked away. My whole world was crumbling.
*trigger warning, self harm* I walked away from our camp to inside the woods. I knew I shouldn't. I knew how disappointed Newt would have been. But-I couldn't help myself. Nobody would care about what I did to myself anyway. There was nothing worth living for. I was so...sad. I pulled out a small, thin knife, then dragged it across my skin, cutting a little, just a little, open. I sighed. Life wasn't worth living anymore.
Newt is dead. One cut. Half of the people we started out with are dead. Another cut. I killed him. A third cut. My best friend is dead. Fourth. A footstep behind me stopped it. I quickly hid the knife and covered up the four parallel cuts on my wrist.
"Get away from me." I muttered.
"It's just me. Brenda." Brenda said.
"What do you want?"
"Tommy, stop it. It isn't your fault. None of this was."
"Don't call me that." I yelled, slamming my fist on the ground.
"What is that?!" Brenda gasped, grabbing my wrist.
I wrestled myself out of her grip. "Brenda. Stop. You're not helping. Sometimes I wish I had never met you."
The look on her face was awful. "I-I'm Sorry." I tried to say, but she was already gone. Then everything was black.
Flashback
"Shouldn't someone give a pep talk?" Minho asked, pulling Thomas's attention away from Alby.
"Go ahead," Newt replied.
Minho nodded and faced the crowd. "Be careful," he said dryly, "Don't die."
Thomas would have laughed if he could, but he was too scared for it to come out.
"Great. We're all bloody inspired," Newt answered then pointed over his shoulder toward the Maze, "You all know the plan. After two years of being treated like mice, tonight we're making a stand. Tonight we're taking the fight back to the creators, no matter what we have to go through to get there. Tonight the Grievers better be scared."
Thomas's visión slowly melted away into reality.
Tears flowed down Thomas's face, and Thomas crouched down, not wanting to get up.
Newt POV
"Tommy?" I muttered. There was so much pain around my chest. I slowly opened my eyes to the horror of what happened to my body. There was so much blood. The only good thing was that my brain...felt normal again. I was the normal me, and that's all that mattered.
I got up, checking my surroundings. Then I remembered everything. Everything I did. It all started with the note. Kill me. If you've ever been my friend, kill me. That's what I wrote. I remembered.
"Shut up! Just shut the bloody hell up! I trusted you! Now do it!"
"I can't."
"Do it!"
"I can't!" How dare he not listen to anything I said.
"Kill me or I'll kill you. Kill me! Do it!" I cried..
"Newt…"
"Do it before I become one of them!"
"I…"
"KILL ME!" And then my eyes cleared, as if I had gained one last trembling gasp of sanity, and I tried to soften my voice. "Please, Tommy. Please."
Thomas pulled the trigger.
"Tommy…" I whispered. He must have left me for dead. I had to find him. I got up, using every last bit of my energy to move. Thomas, I thought, Wherever you are, no matter what happens, I promise, Tommy. I will find you.
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