Hey guys, here's a quick one-shot of page 250 from The Death Cure but from Newt's POV. I'm not very good at writing stories and I'd like to improve so I'd love to hear your feedback and have some constructive criticism and tips on how to improve my writing! Hope you guys enjoy... if it's possible to enjoy any variations of page 250 ;)
"KILL ME!" I yelled. I saw Thomas cringe slightly and his hand that held the gun to my head started to shake even more. The sight seemed to clear my mind, seeing Thomas like this; I was almost scaring him. A pang of guilt rang through me as I realised what I had done: not only had I yelled at Thomas but I had blamed him for everything, I had said this was all his fault, all of it.
I had't been myself, and I hoped he'd realise that but it was too late now, this was the end. I wanted to show him that I hadn't been taken over by the flare completely, I wasn't one of them cranks. I needed to show him that he was still my best friend, he would always be. With a deep breathe I tried to push all my pain and regret away. I looked Thomas in the eye, he didn't want to do this but he had to, he had to do it for me and I knew he would. So, as I stared into his eyes trying to show him that his best friend was still here I softened my voice and said it.
"Please, Tommy. Please." This was what he needed, he needed to know that I was asking him to do this myself, that it wasn't the flare taking me over, and my final plead for help showed this, so he did it. He pulled the trigger.
I don't remember anything after that, he had done it and it had been quick and painless; my suffering was over. Tommy was the last person I saw, I would remember him forever. I remember feeling pride as I saw his finger pull the trigger, Tommy had saved me, he saved everyone. He had solved the maze, survived the scorch and now he had to stop wicked, I may not see his victory myself, but it will happen.
Wicked may have beaten me, but they will never take my Tommy.
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