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Newt wrapped the rope around his hand and dropped through the air like a rock as he sailed down through the Chameleon canvas. His heart beating with a mad and feral wild pace as he did so, adrenaline coursed through him. His heart felt like it could have been in his throat but he knew it wasn't from the rapid pace that he was sailing down the rope to the ground cover of the forest.

The air rushed through his hair like screaming and howling wolves sending the spikes of his fringe flying wildly around him as he stared down at the others who were busying themselves with all little haste they had. Each was shouting and barking out orders as in the distance black and cold grey clouds were surging overhead. Newt however found himself with his spare hand holding it over the spot on his head at first before holding it over his chest. His heart was banging violently against his ribs but he couldn't explain for which reason why.

He knew why he was here. He remembered the first moment he had drawn breath here and when with a click of a trigger he had taken his last in a world of horrors. But why was Tommy here?! Why in the world was his Tommy here? What could have happened? That bloody idiot had been one of the strongest of them all! He had been the one Newt had hoped who would have made it out!

He closed his eyes as he hit the barrier of the chameleon canvas and sank through, a spectrum of colors blinding his closed eyelids.

His heart felt as though it was in his throat once more, though he knew that the drop had nothing to do with it.

However as the blond descended, a certain young red head with eyes like living sapphires as lent up against a tree, watching everything unfold out in front of him with a certain and curious wondering.

Around the edges of the camp,builders were scrambling over each other, using giant barriers and gates cultivated from the man fast growing trees which grew across the island as their guards against what they knew were coming with another storm. Each members of the assigned builders worked furiously, swearing under their breaths for the others to move and get out the way, shouting at them to prepare and gather the supplies and to get to higher ground.

The deep creek which had been replied on so heavily before was now dammed and shut of, leaving only a partial fraction of itself, already a surge of water had come and left a deep slash through the ground and the bank of heavy slabs which had kept it stable, it was no longer a creek now but an expanding river. That was what had given them their first clue as to what was awaiting them in but a few hours time.

It seemed strange, they were bracing themselves from something which had brought them the creek anyway.

In one of the earlier months which Jonathan had arrived, there had been nothing moving through the camp. Many of the people around had to walk for a few hours just to be able to get a fresh source of clean water up in the mountains, it had meant that a lot of the time, many of them around the camp went with little water, after all, the dangers out on their own island were still real.

Many suffered from dehydration, heat sickness, sunstroke, many grew ill and that meant more time was spent looking at focusing to getting to water, than it was to getting the hell zone and getting the new arrivals.

That had been all before the great storm.

It had gone on for nearly a month, lightning, thunder, roaring rain. It had never ceased, darkness had painted the sky not even letting a ray of sunshine through. With the exception of the battle which Jonathan had just fought through, it had been one of the most scariest moments of his life... or well at least of what he could remember from it.

The mountain at the other side of the island had nearly split open after the lightning had struck it fourteen times. Jonathan would say that was impossible, but he wasn't sure what was real and what wasn't any more. Reality just seemed a designated concept of expectations. But after the violent strikes, the side of the mountain and the base around it on the nearest side had cracked open, a giant fissure earning it the nickname: Scar Mountain.

After the flooding itself had pulled back and the ground inhabitable again, they had found among other things (the sobering fact that half their camp had been washed away because of the storm), a creek now happily flowed through the camp, weaving through the heart of it and past the trees. It had been a miracle! Everything they had needed in the moment that they had been desperate for it!

A coincidence that Jonathan found himself too skeptical of.

Just as he found himself skeptical looking around the builders after the reaction which had taken place but a few minutes before.

That new idiot Thomas had been looking around, like a helpless dog left without it's hunting partner. He had been wondering around, most of the other campers having abandoned their posts on the ground, pouring supplies into the lifts to the tree tops. The tailors, weapon smiths, half of the builders themselves, already were working on trying to evacuate most of those from the forest floor. The soldiers with Alby and even the Omega squad, all calling out urgently to the others who were now being plucked into the air rapidly in the blink of an eye and ascending to safety.

Gally had been running around, calling out orders as the barriers had been set up, He had been checking all of them were sturdy when upon the shout nearest to Jonathan and Thomas, all of a sudden, both of the two boys, Gally and Thomas had just stopped. Their eyes locked in a horror of each other; studded with to many emotions in their eyes which were rounding quickly on one another. Anger, hatred, sorrow, misery, pain, loss, remembrance, emotions too strong to have to have not known each other.

Gally had gone deathly pale, his eyes wide, his voice failing him. Thomas himself had begun to walk forward but immediately Gally had turned and fled quickly.

Gally hadn't got chance to see him in the hell zone. Jonathan thought, lent back against a tree as his eyes moved from the now absolute horror and fear on Thomas' face. The moron had been covered by the cloak Fox had put on him... then at the beach Gally had left before Fox and Thomas had arrived. He stared for a long minute, watching the expression across Thomas' face drain with the colour.

Jonathan glared harshly watching Thomas having frozen in his tracks. His chest felt tight and his sapphire eyes were like two weapons. His fist was tightly closed as his body screamed out at him to lunge and hurt this boy. His mind was a roar of anger and not even for the reasons that he himself struggled to understand. But there was something in his mind, something which warned him. Something subconscious, just beneath the scratch and the focus of his memories.

He was just about to lunge when he watched a hooded figure descended from the rope on the trees.

Thomas too turned just in time as his eyes widened, recognizing the shirt. "Newt-"

Jonathan beamed from ear to ear with a malicious smile as Thomas went staggering back, holding his jaw, his eyes rolled slightly almost as though for a moment his whole skull seemed to have rattled. "YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Fox screamed, holding his fist as he shouted expletives to the sky in a fit of rage. His knuckles seemed to have cracked open from the force that he had punched Thomas and now oozed blood.

Annoyingly the Brunette seemed about just as affected by Fox's punch as he had done with Jonathan's.

But from Jonathan's gaze, he found something quickly put off about Thomas' gaze as the boy was now fully exposed to all of Fox's face once again, getting a longer chance to look at it now. "Y-You?!" Thomas called out, his eyes so wide Jonathan thought they might fall out. Such a deep etched pain was lounged across them.

Jonathan froze.

"I saved your life!" Fox screamed out.

That's when for the first time, Jonathan caught sight of a side of Fox he hadn't seen before. The boy's eyes were hidden by his hood but from the faint sparkle of a pearl droplet which trailed down his cheek and fell to the ground.

A droplet of silver in an ocean but Jonathan found himself seeing it as clear as a ray of sunlight.

All the while Thomas' face looked only etched deeper with pain. Now his head was clear of the daze which always lingered from the air in the hell zone, he was more focused. His sight clear and now it left him agonized.

"Fox!" A voice called out from above as a blonde figure dropped through the cover.
"Get out of my head!" The boy head his hidden head, looking like someone was attacking him. It was obvious he was in pain by the way his body was being held, he trembled violently and Jonathan turned wide eyed, fighting against his whole self will not to frantically run over and grab Fox.

But then Blondie started getting closer.

Jonathan bit his lip and growled under his breath. If it isn't bad enough one of you was here! Now two of you!"

"Fox!" Newt called out, but by the time that the Blonde was jogging over, wincing with the effort as his limp caught up with him, Fox had already whispered something and took off sprinting, with Jonathan quick on his heels.

Thomas once more found all blood drained from his face. His hands trembling violently and his mind shutting down as he felt close to his skull exploding. Fox had left a rough bruise on the side of his jaw and a slight trickle of blood but nothing too harming. Thomas knew that Fox had taken the majority of the pain, but he was so confused.

At least until that blonde angel froze and their gazes met.

Both were complete stood still, staring the other down.

But it was still him. It was still Thomas' Newt and Newt's Tommy.

The blonde wore a brown vest, one he had often worn back in the glade when the sun had been too hot for them. His figure was stronger toned than Thomas remembered. His hair was cut short at the sides and back, but like Fox had a mess of rising fringes at the front. Those soft brown eyes, the deep shade to them, they seemed darker now. But his hair still shined brilliantly gold. Still he was so incredibly beautiful.

Newt was doing his own examination as in that frozen second that both share, he now stared back. Tommy with his hair which looked brown but had new darker edges coming into it, like someone had spilled ink into it lately. Still tall and broad, strong and a steady body. His jaw refusing to bruise although a purple shade was creeping into it. He was wearing the very same outfit that he had worn when he had come out of the box in the maze.

Newt half laughed and half sobbed before he took a sprint forward, Tommy matching the gesture till both boys had arms wrapped around each other. The sounds of screams and shouts going wild around them.

Thomas slid his hand into Newt's hair as both stood on even height and slammed their lips together. Newt melted into the touch like an lump of ice into a boiling lake of water. Both of their eyes closed and both rolled against each other as their torso's grazed each others. A soft whimper purred from their mouths while tears slid down Thomas' cheeks as Newt's arms locked around the back of the other boy's neck and Tommy's arms locked around Newt's waist, holding them together. "This can't be real. This has to be a dream. Just a dream!" Thomas whispered over and over again, simply unable to believe that the comfort in his arms was possible. That the feel of Newt's heart against his was possible.

Let alone the other ghost he had just seen.

It wasn't until the first boom of thunder struck, Newt looked up, realization setting into them, while Tommy's eyes locked onto the spot on Newt's head where the scar of the wound that he inflicted was still painted. "So many questions." Newt murmured quietly, taking Tommy's hand and jogging over to the rope where he had just come from. He didn't seem to notice the sudden struck look of guilt in Thomas' eyes as the boy turned his gaze towards the forest. Newt called out to the others quietly before grabbing a nearby spear and spinning it once in his palm to test the weight, he nodded before gripping it tightly. "I need to make sure Fox is okay."
"I'm coming with you."
"Not your best idea Tommy."

Both paused as they looked at each other. So long had passed. So long, for Newt it had felt like an eternity passing. To Thomas, even longer, but still both were as with each other like they had never been apart. "Take the rope, get to higher ground... you arrive and everything is cast into chaos." Newt pushed for a small smile at the edge of his mouth. "Why is it every time we meet, something like this happens."
"I don't know." Thomas said, hesitating for a second as he looked once more to the trees. "But I'm not leaving you. Not again."
"Bloody stubborn idiot." Newt murmured though his smile only grew as he linked their hands and both took off down the path in which Fox had Fled.

Neither the look in Thomas' eyes or the kiss had gone amiss from his knowing eyes, now with a grin painted across his face, he vanished into the shadows of the trees.

-Break-

"FOX! FOX!" Jonathan purred out as he ran through the various giant oaks around him. His leg burned violently from his wound but he was still fast. He may not have been strong like the others, or tall, but he was quiet. Small, quiet and very fast.

Not to forget highly intelligent.

That's why, like Fox, he tended to pride himself on using a dagger. He would often get close to a kill before making the most fatal blow. He was agile, flexible and stubborn.

He blinked a few times as he looked around, the light was fading from the sky above and being replace with an almost pitch black tone. The clouds were refusing light through making the world seem lost in it's midnight tones, even the little light which was left was being easily swallowed up by the trees and the forest. He had to be careful when coming this far out.

The area around the camp wasn't that badly cursed with wild life, mainly because the animals stuck as far away from the edge of the coast as much as possible. But there were more dangers to this island than just the animals. No. There was plenty to fear from this rose of a haven they had taken up a home in. But Jonathan would protect Fox from them. He would make sure that he would get to the boy first and-
"FOX!? FOX!?"
That fucking limp blonde bastard! Jonathan snarled in his thoughts as his eyes gleamed dangerously. He gritted his head and ducked away as the two boys came into the dim low light of the clearing.

Newt raised a lit torch as he wondered over the large overgrown roots of the mighty trees which threatened to trip him and Thomas up without them taking care in their steps. "How long has it been?" Newt asked quietly, keeping his gaze ahead of him, slightly scared to look back though he couldn't understand just why he did so. "I mean." He adjusted his clothes self consciously as they trudged further and further into deep growing thickness "How long has it been since...". He seemed unable to bring himself to say: since when I asked you to put a bullet into my head.

Newt brought up a machete to slash at the vines and just as quickly took a slash at any of the disguised serpents which drooped down. "Watch out for those." He said casually as Tommy would stare at him in shock whenever he did that. "A year... I think." Tommy would said quietly, trying to keep pace in Newt's steps as they would come from clearing to clearing, bellowing Fox's name.
"Listen I'm sorry about Fox... he's just." Newt let out a soft sigh, thinking about how much the boy seemed to have been growing colder and a lot harsher lately.
"Yeah, I know." Thomas plastered an smile across his face, his eyes sparkled faintly as they walked further and further into the forest. "I guess it must all be a lot to take in."
Newt rose an eyebrow, quite surprised at how calm Tommy was taking all of this.
"I guess he just figured it out himself after he saw me." Tommy sighed.
"Yeah, I guess anyone would take it difficultly to find out that the person they now like used to be in love with someone, especially someone they just saved." Newt sighed quietly.
"Yeah, I mean, I thought that- Hang on, what?"

Thomas paused and watched Newt look over his shoulder, confusion written across Newt's face as he looked at Thomas' frown. "Fox, we were up in the- oh." Newt felt himself blush brightly.
"You're with-" Thomas stopped himself for a moment.

Sapphire eyes glinted in the dark watching the momentary hesitation with great glee as they were studying further and further, but still coated with anger and hate at the two boys.

"Fox." Thomas said, turning his gaze away, suddenly casting an angry look down at the ground.
"Well... we met just over a month or so ago." Newt said quietly, suddenly finding a strange frown on his face as he looked at Tommy. The air suddenly felt very tense as the two didn't look at each other... but the strangest thing was the look in Thomas' eyes.

There wasn't jealousy in it... at least. Not the jealousy that Newt had seen the boy use whenever someone in the glade ever had used to flirt with Newt and Tommy had found out later.

There was something different about it now.

Thomas turned and looked at the ground. "So footsteps, not that far ahead. They're still fresh." Newt said quietly, still looking at that strange look of anger in Thomas' eyes, before the boy stood. "Tommy? What's wrong?"
"Nothing Newt." The Brunette stated, looking the boy dead in the eyes.

I knew it! I knew it! I knew it! Jonathan half screamed with a victorious glee and a loathing, despising anger in his mind. He darted quickly from the edge of the trees. "You're making this so much more easier for me you idiots." He chuckled under his breathe.

"What's that." Thomas frowned, looking around as a strange high pitched whistling sound echoed around them.
"Just some bleeding birds." Newt muttered, still confused as to how his friend reacted. The small hesitation that Thomas had made. The way that the boy was now heavily tensed. "Wait a minute. If you didn't know that I was with Fox... what did you think that I was on about?"

Tommy stayed silent and both just looked at each other. "Oh. Okay." Newt muttered, finding his own frown now. "So I see over the space of a year, somethings still haven't changed, good old Tommy still keeping his secrets." The blonde muttered, before forging ahead further and further.
"What was that?" Thomas said suddenly.
"Well." Newt coughed, still frowning, rounding on his old lover and best friend. "I said: GOOD OLD-" He was cut off after having shouted by Tommy shaking his head.
"No, I meant. What was-"

That's when Newt heard the sound of hissing above his head.

Just as two arrows sailed through the air and pierced deeply into the head of a long snake which had lunged down to rip both Newt and Thomas' throats open.

Thomas jumped out the way swearing loudly but Newt's eyes were locked onto the forest cover, staring back for a moment as in the dark of the night he saw a shadow move and vanish. "What the hell was that?" Thomas exclaimed.

Newt threw the spear in frustration into the face of the snake, his eyes narrowed with anger. "It means that the next couple of days are going to be quiet."

Thomas watched the pain in Newt's eyes and although his own inner turmoil for what he was feeling, he still walked over and wrapped his arms tightly around the blonde. "It will be okay. I promise." The boy whispered.

Jonathan grinned from ear to ear as he crouched next to Fox, just by the tree, watching as Newt and Thomas were stood together quietly. "I told you!" He whispered, trying to keep his voice calm and soft. "I saw them back in the camp, they were all over each other. Then Newt just went right up and snogged him! Whispering that he was still in love with the boy! Saying that he wished he had never left his arms!" Jonathan purred the words from his sweetly young mouth.

Fox's face was hidden as the first droplets of rain began to come down hard on them. Jonathan just ran a hand through his hair, smirking from ear to ear on his young face as he cuddled up closer to the older boy. "You don't need or deserve someone like that."

Jonathan turned his head slowly so the sapphires of his eyes blazed like jewels. "I know wicked people when I see them... after all."

A slow smile played across his lips as he and Fox turned away from the clearing, heading in the opposite direction of the camp. But still the young boy's voice was so strong and powerfully dark. "I am Wicked."

With that, the two boys vanished to the shadows as the storm was finally unleashed.