As they ran down the long hallway the screaming from the laboratory stopped, Thomas stopped running and he hunched over to catch his breath. Newt leaned against a wall and he placed his hand on his bad leg, it was causing him agony but he did not want to become a burden to Thomas.
"Are you okay?" Newt asked.
"Yeah, just tired" Thomas answered.
They heard a series of blood-curdling screeches and they quickly turned their heads to look back down the corridor. They saw that the now three cranks were running straight at them. Well... Cranky-Janson was limping slightly but did not affect his speed. He was the one that was in front of the other two.
"All better now!" Thomas straightened up and he started to run down the corridor with Newt at his side.
The cranks were gaining on them and Newt was growing tired, the pain of all of his wounds hit him all at once and he stumbled before falling to the floor.
"Ah!" newt grunted in pain when he fell, he looked over his shoulder and he scrambled as he tried to get as far away from the monsters as possible. "Thomas!" he yelled.
Thomas stopped and he turned around, he saw that Newt was on the floor but that he was trying to scotch away from the cranks "Newt!" he did not hesitate to run back and he helped Newt up, they then started to run again.
Thomas and Newt made it to the lift at the end of the hallway and they sprinted into the large metal and glass box, Thomas panicked as he hurried to push the button to close the doors, whilst Newt shot at the cranks.
"Tommy, close the doors!" Newt yelled as he aimed and shot at the cranks. The bullet shot through the monsters leg but it did not seem fazed by the new hole in its thigh.
"I'm trying!" Thomas yelled as he continued to hit the buttons.
The cranks were getting closer and Newt was starting to panic. Thomas was panicking because the doors were refusing to close and Newt was a sitting meal for the cranks, he prayed that the doors would slam shut and that Newt would smile at him for saving their lives. Praying soon turned into silent begging and pleading.
"Come on, please close. Please shut, please save him" Thomas muttered repeatedly under his breath as his frustration increased and his hope started to fade. He continued to try and close the doors but they did not budge, his breath caught in his throat when he realised that he might not be able to saw the person that he loved.
"Thomas, close the doors!" Newt yelled as he shot at the cranks. He eventually ran out of bullets and he dropped the gun, the blond looked at the cranks in terror as they sprinted straight at him "Thomas!" he yelled as he backed up so that his back was against the back wall. The cranks snarled and screeched as they edged closer and closer to the lift that refused to close "Tommy!" he screamed as tears of terror trickled out of his petrified eyes.
Thomas hit the door-button one last time before he quickly stood up and he grabbed Newt, he knelt down with his back to the cranks and he quickly kissed Newt's head "Close your eyes and hold onto me!" He held the blond close to shield him from the cranks and he kissed the blond's head again.
"I love you, Thomas!" Newt squeezed his eyes shut and he clung onto Thomas as they awaited the inevitable. His chest felt like it was being squeezed as his heart thundered. He was not scared of death because he had faced it before, but he was terrified of being separated from Thomas. His biggest fear was dying in front of Thomas or never seeing him again.
"I love you too, Newt!" Thomas closed his eyes as he held Newt. His fears increased, the ear-piercing cries of the hungry cranks made his heart pound and his eyes started to water as he thought about the fact that himself and Newt were going to die. The prospect of death had never felt so real until now.
The hunger filled screeches of the famished Cranks became louder and louder as they closed in on their targets. The floor squeaked as the monsters sprinted their way across it, all the while swinging their arms as they tried to reach for their prey. The humongous firestorm outside raged as the red-hot flames tore down everything in their path, the black smoke flooded their air like a cloud of mosquitos, the rioters cheered as they destroyed everything that they could. Thomas and Newt trembled in fear as what they could remember about their lives flashed before their eyes. At least they would be with each other this time.
