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Eternal wolves: Chapter 1

Newt's P.O.V.

It's been months since we've arrived in paradise and things are looking up for all of us. 'Except me'... Thought Newt bitterly. Newt was perched on a rocky cliff with his feet dangling over the edge. He swung his legs back and forth as he gazed out over the ocean waves that were crashing out on the shoreline down on the beach below. The act of watching the tumultuous waters churn out fierce waves slamming into the shoreline gave Newt a slight of peace and understanding. Newt felt drawn and connected to the waves, as the emotions in his heart crashed and thundered just as the waves below him did. Newt sighed a frustrating angry sigh as he thought of how the Gladers and the rest of the immunes held no understanding to his feelings bitterness and anger after the events all those months ago when he arrived in paradise. The events that came to be had turned his so called life upside down and for him it felt like they had shattered any form of a normal life that his future might have held. Those events that had ultimately saved his life from the possibility of dying as a crank ridden with disease, also changed his life and Newt knew he would never be the same again. Newts thoughts drifted back to the day he arrived in paradise, to the events that started it all. He could still recall every detail of that day, and every painful truth that was revealed and every emotion that pushed him nearly over the edge.

Flashback

Thomas crashed through the flat trans with Newt with only seconds to spare before it closed them off from the world that was ridden with sun flares and cranks. They were finally safe in the beautiful place that was Paradise. Ava Paige had promised them that they would be forever safe in this vast refuge that would now become their home. Thomas took a deep breath that ended up coming out in short gasps of air as he lay Newt down on the grassy knoll where the flat trans had been. Newt was pale and clammy with beads of sweat dropping down his forehead and into his eyes. His breathing was labored and he couldn't seem to catch his breath. Thomas knelt down next to his best friend thankful that he had managed to avoid giving into Newt's suicidal last wishes by knocking him out and carrying him all the way to Paradise. Thomas had fought so hard to protect and care for his disease ridden friend on the way to Paradise. But now as Newt lay unconscious on the dewy grass, he finally got to see how bad of a shape Newt was in. Newt seemed to be getting worse by the minute and as time passed Thomas's heart pounded furiously against his insides with fear. Thomas shot up off his spot on the ground beside Newt and whirled around trying to find the rest of the immunes to get help with Newt's worsening condition. Thomas's gaze fell on his other best friend and leader of the immunes Minho. Minho was in the middle of the green field going through what looked like a crate of supplies just like the ones they received in the box in the maze. Thomas took one more worried glance down at Newt's sickly figure and ran to where Minho was sorting through the crate. Minho was preoccupied with examining the contents of the crate and didn't even glance up as Thomas made his way to Minho's side. "Minho!" Thomas exclaimed as he threw his arms around his best friend. Minho was slightly startled by the contact but exhaled a deep sigh of relief as he pulled his friend into a fierce embrace. "I... Didn't know if you were going to make it..." Minho said as his eyes begin watering with unshed tears. Thomas was the first to pull back as he looked up at Minho with his own eyes glistening. "We made it. Both of us..." Minho looked confused and taken aback as he replied "What do you mean us? I thought it was just you? Everyone else is accounted for..." Thomas's featured darkened slightly, "I brought Newt. He's here. But the shucks not doing so good. He needs the medjacks right now." The color washed away from Minho's face as Thomas ran back over to where Newt's limp form laid on the ground. "Medjacks! We need medjacks right now! Clint! Jeff! Get over now!" Minho ran to where Newt with Cliff and Jeff racing behind him. Minho dropped to the ground beside Thomas as he took in his best friend's pale figure. "Move!" Clint shouted as he kneeled over Newt with Jeff doing the same. "His heartbeats erratic and he feels like he has a bad fever. This isn't looking good guys. It looks like the flare has entered the final stage of the disease and if we don't find some type of cure, we're going to have one more dead Glader to worry about." Minho and Thomas looked at each and then down at Newt as they racked their brains for any type of way that they could save their friend. Minho then stilled for a second before jumping up and racing over to the crate in the middle of the field. "I didn't know what this was for, but now it seems as if the shucking creators finally did something useful." He called over his shoulder. He bent down and began chucking the contents of the box to the side as he frantically searched for what they needed. "Hurry we're losing him!" Jeff shouted as Minho dug deeper into the crate. Minho's fingers finally clasped around a small medical package with a vial of liquid and a syringe sealed inside it. Holding it tightly in his grasp he ran back to his friends, flinging the package at Clint and Jeff. Clint glanced up at Minho and held his gaze silently asking permission. Minho gave a nod as Clint ripped open the package, filled the syringe with the mysterious liquid and jammed the sharp needle into the vein in Newt's neck. As the syringe emptied it's contents, everyone waited with bated breath for something, anything to happen. Clint pulled the syringe from Newt's neck as they stared down at the dying boy. Seconds ticked by as they hoped and prayed that this was some type of cure that could save an innocent life from being snuffed out.

Finally after what seemed like an eternity, Newt sucked in a deep breath as his eyes opened and he tiredly gazed up at his friends. Everyone was shocked when they looked at him in the eyes to see that his eyes were back to their familiar chocolate brown and not that of a crazed crank. And his skin that only moments before was clammy, sweaty and pale was now full of rosy color and full of health. "Bloody hell ya shanks, stop buggin staring at me." Newt said as his eyes fell on each of his best friends. "Oh I'm sorry. It's not like you were dying or anything a minute ago." Said Minho with his voice full of sarcasm and a hint of relief. Thomas's eyes were wide as saucers as he looked down at Newt. "Newt...we almost lost you. Don't EVER scare us like that again you frickin slinthead!"Newt's face twisted into a confused expression as he couldn't remember anything. Then all of sudden memories flooded his vision as he recalled the maze, the scorch, finding out he had the flare, becoming a crank and even what he thought were his last few moments as he held Thomas's gun to his head. Then as realization dawned on him he felt his confusion fade away slowly. Newt met Thomas's eyes as he shot up into a sitting position and threw his arms around him hugging him tightly. "Thanks Tommy for not giving up on me...you saved my life." Thomas held on to Newt almost as if he were afraid that if he let go, his friend would return to the deathly ill state that he was in just moments before. "You're welcome." He said as they pulled away slowly. "Well I hate to break up this beautiful and very touching reunion but I think we should talk about what just happened. I'm calling a Gathering. Meet me on the beach in an twenty minutes." Minho ordered as he got up brushing himself off and began shouting orders at the rest of the Gladers and immunes. Thomas dismissed Clint and Jeff and helped Newt off the ground. Newt turned towards Thomas, "Let's go scare the klunk out of the others Tommy. I reckon this is gonna be a bloody exciting Gathering."