Newt's POV:
I finally come to my senses and look around and see people fighting again. I look at my hands and there's blood on them and I see myself holding a gun. What had I done? What was happening to me? I started to panic. I knew this couldn't be normal. I get pulled out of my panic when I see Janson pointing a gun at Thomas and was going to shoot him. I run over and tackle Janson to the ground who fires and the bullet flies somewhere else. I see Thomas bolt up and watch as I take on Janson. He knows my weakness though and so he punches me hard on my broken ankle and I yell and let go of him and earn a punch to head which knocks my vision around and I earn another one. My vision starts to blacken around the edges. A gunshot goes off and Janson yells and hops off of me and grabs at his shoulder. My head hurt too much to get up. I see Brenda giving Thomas a thumbs up in the distance as he runs over and puts my head in his lap.
"Let's get you out of here" he says and pulls me to my feet and we start to run to the higher land where Jorge and Frypan were and where Brenda was heading.
"Keep going you two!" Minho yells at us as he covers us with gun fire.
"Minho!" I hear Thomas yell and I look back in his direction and see that he's been taken down and was being dragged away by Wicked. Thomas went to run after him but Jorge held him back. The rest of Wicked then pile into the berg and the door closes as it flies into the sky.
Thomas' POV:
Jorge holds me back from running after Minho who was now taken by Wicked. Something then catches my eye which makes me worry. Newt falls to the ground and doesn't get up.
"Newt!" I yell and run to his side and put his head in my lap. He was unconscious. I push the hair out of his face. I was really worried,especially after what happened tonight. He went wild during the fight and now he'd passed out.
"Let's get him to the med tent" Vince says and I pick Newt up and carry him to the med tent which was one of the last few tents remaining and I put him on a bed. He was now breaking out in a sweat and his veins were bulging from his wrists and neck and his breathing was angry like. I was really worried. Vince then wets a cloth and puts it on Newt's forehead.
"What could be wrong with him?" I ask
"I don't know, but he's very sick that's for sure. You say he's been getting headaches?" Vince asks
"Yeah, quite a few"
"Let's just hope it's not the worst case scenario. We'll have to hope like hell but right now, we need to think of what we're going to do"
"Well if I'm not the only one, I'm not letting Wicked get away with what they did. I'm going after them"
"Thomas, that's suicide"
"It may be, but, if we stop them now, we won't have to always look over our shoulders"
"Ok, I'll inform the rest of the group. You can keep an eye on Newt but make sure you get some sleep. We'll pack everything up tomorrow and hopefully head out then"
I nod and Vince claps me on the shoulder before leaving.
So it was settled, we'd fight Wicked, but that didn't matter to me as much as finding out what was causing Newt so much pain and problems. I just hoped he was ok. I then kiss him on the lips before leaning back in my chair and closing my eyes and falling asleep, remembering what happened today.
And that is the end of the first book in the series. Look out for the sequel 'I'd Take A Bullet For You' which will out right after this chapter. Thank nyou for all the support on my first book on here, keep it up and I hope I don't let you down with the next one. Good night my lovely people!