Chapter 6

We make it to the main street not far from the tunnels. Newt can no longer walk on his own and Thomas and Minho are basically carrying him. We duck down as a huge barricade is made of cars and guns by the guards. I stare at it. They are just waiting.

"What are they waiting for?" Minho asks. I turn to answer when a huge explosion goes off. A huge roar starts to come from the streets and before we can move hundreds of people starts running and shooting at the guards. We're almost laying on the ground to avoid the crossfire.

"We need to move!" Gally shouts. The boys grab Newt and we make our way into a building to avoid the firefight. Gally and Thomas swap so that Thomas can tell Brenda to leave with the kids. The kids and the serum. I kneel down in front of Newt, who's dark eyes are turning orange around the edges and who's coughing up a gungy black liquid, that drips down his chin. I run my thumb over his chin to wipe it away.

"We're almost there," I say to him.

"I can't," he whispers back. I hold back the tears and shake my head.

"Course you can. We finish this together. Remember. That's what you said," My hands shake in his.

"I know," he croaks, "but I'm not going to make it."

"Don't be stupid. You're gonna be fine," I lie, if Brenda is leaving with the serum and this riot stops me from getting the cure from Teresa, then I can't help him.

"Kira, I love you." He whimpers.

"Shut up. You're not saying goodbye to me."

"Please…" he moans in pain.

"No. I'm not losing you. I can't. Okay. You can't leave me." I can feel tears rolling down my cheeks now, the inevitability of the situation hitting me like a train.

"You might have too," He whispers again.

"No, we will find the cure eventually. Even if I have to dose you with serum for the rest of our lives," I ramble.

He chuckles. "Our lives?"

I smile, "You really think I'd go anywhere without you? After everything we have been through?"

He coughs again. "Wouldn't blame you."

I shake my head. "No. Who knows, you might leave me. Find someone prettier or smarter."

Now it's Newt's turn to shake his head. "No never." I nod.

"Well, there you go then. We're in this together til the very end. You can't leave me now. We're going to reach the safe place and we are going to be happy. Finally."

Newt smiles up at me. "I am happy."

I shake my head again, "I'm not. The man I love is dying and there is nothing I can do to stop it!" I cry.

Newt straightens a bit. "Not dead yet," He croaks.

I nod and sniff hastily, wiping away the tears that had started to fall. "That's the spirit. I love you."

He nods. "Love you too." I kiss his sweaty forehead before standing and moving out the way so Thomas and Minho can run with him again. Thomas pulls me aside.

"Our ride's here," He grins. I blow out a massive breath.

"And the serum?" He nods.

"They're coming." I look at Newt.

"Not dead yet, right?" He nods as much as he can, and we run. We run as fast as we can, attempting to avoid the fighting. We run into an alley, when a car explosion makes us fall back. Newt falls to the floor coughing more black liquid up. Thomas and Minho cradle his head whilst I stand back not knowing what to do. We are so close. Maybe the plan will work. It could still work.

"All right. Newt, we're almost there." Thomas encourages, but Newts had enough. He slumps to then floor.

"Just leave me." The boys sound their no's whilst a loud whirring causes me to look up. A large, familiar helicopter flies above our heads. Yes! It's here.

"Okay, that's them."

"We gotta go. We gotta go." Minho tries to get Newt up.

"Go without me, man. You should just..." Newt tries again but it falls on deaf ears.

"Minho. You gotta run ahead, grab the serum, and get back to us as soon as you can. Minho, go." Thomas shouts. He looks at me and I nod frantically.

"It's our only option," I agree.

"They're right. I can cover." Gally says. Minho looks at Newt.

"Thank you. Thank you, Minho," Newt croaks.

"Hey, you just hang on. You hear me?" Minho shouts before running off with Gally on his tail.

Newt's eyes start to glass over. "Newt? Newt? Hey! Hey! Newt! Hey! We're gonna try this. Okay? We gotta move, now. Let's get you up, come on. Let's go, come on." Thomas tried to get Newt to stand but Newt frantically starts tugging at the necklace he's wearing til it snaps off his neck.

"No. No, Thomas." Newt tries.

"No, Newt. Later. Later. Really gotta go. Come on." I get on Newt's other side trying to tug him up.

"Please Newt, please help us." I whisper. He looks at me directly.

"Look, you gotta take this." I shake my head.

"No, we gotta get you up, now." Newt screams in frustration.

"No, just take it! Please. Please, Kira. Please." Tears start rolling down his cheeks. I take the necklace and put it in my pocket.

"All right. All right." I kiss him on the head. "Together, okay?"

"I need you to give me everything you got. You and me, right now. Let's go. You ready? Come on, ready? Here we go. One, two, three." Thomas hauls Newt up as we run out into the streets heading for the helicopter. We run as far as we can making it to the train station, before Newt finally falls. I kneel down beside him as his breathing becomes shallow.

"It's time." I murmur to myself

"Time for what?" Thomas shouts, but before I can answer a voice rings through the city.

"Thomas? Can you hear me? I need you to listen to me. I know you have no reason to trust me, but I need you to come back. Thomas, you can save Newt. Kira. We can save him." Thomas turns and looks at us. "There's still time for him. There's a reason Brenda isn't sick anymore. It's your blood. Do you understand? She isn't sick, because you cured her. She doesn't have to be the only one. All you have to do is come back. And this will all finally be over. Please. Just come back to me. I know you'll do the right thing." Thomas looks at me.

"She's right. About this. And I'm right too." I look down at Newt. "We're in this together," I mutter before pulling a syringe out of my jacket pocket and stabbing him in the neck with it. His unregulated breathing calms and slows as the sedative does its work. Thomas runs towards me.

"What did you do?" He cries.

"Put him to sleep. It's a sedative. Look Teresa is right. That's why I helped her get away from us. She's making us the cure. Right now. But you have to go. I'll join you as soon as I get him to safety. I promise. Please Thomas. Do this for him. Please." Thomas nods slowly and backs off. "Go," I whisper as he runs off, back towards the WICKED building.

I run my fingers through his hair, his head in my lap. Footsteps make me pull out my gun and point it at whoever's coming, but I drop it again when Brenda rounds the corner. She's see's Newt lying in my lap and dried tear tracks on my face.

"Kira…" she starts.

I shake my head. "No, he's not dead!" I gently rest his head on the ground, as Brenda walks over. "He's just sedated." I pull the two other syringes from my pocket. "I have to help Thomas. Umm, if he rouses, sedate him again. If you run out of sedative then administer the serum, but don't do it unless you don't have another choice okay?" She nods, as Gally, Fry and Minho around the corner. They see Newt lying on the floor and their faces drop. I shake my head again. "Nope, not dead! Sleeping. Brenda will fill you in. I have to go." I start to move backwards. "Remember…" I start but am cut off.

"Sedate if he wakes, serum if I don't have a choice," Brenda finishes.

"Where are you going?" Minho shouts.

"To get the cure! He's not dying today!" I shout back as I run in Thomas's footsteps.


The building is deathly quiet when I arrive. I creep around the pillars silently, just as I was trained. I stop when I see Janson standing over Thomas, the body of Ava Paige bleeding out beside him. I keep quiet when Janson picks up Thomas, throws him over his shoulder and heads towards the lifts. What Janson doesn't realise it that ever since Lawrence hacked into their systems, you don't need a thumbprint anymore. I wait for the lift to leave and follow. The medical wing – how predictable. I'm thankful that WICKED has moved past a dinging lift as the doors open silently. The floor is empty so finding Janson is not hard. I peek around the corner and see Thomas strapped to a bed, Janson facing him and Teresa facing me. I wave my hands and catch Teresa's eye. I don't know what Janson is rambling about, but he seems very caught up in his monologue, because he doesn't notice when Teresa bends down and rolls a blue vial of liquid towards me. I smirk and grab it, stashing it away in the most secure place I've got, before pulling back just before Janson turns around.

"How much longer?" Janson spits at Teresa.

"It's almost done." She says meekly.

"Why don't you just kill me?" Thomas snarls at Janson.

"Kill you? No, we don't wanna do that. We're gonna take special care of you. We'll keep you alive. Just," Thomas fights in his restraints at that. Janson just laughs and continues. "And in return, you will give life to the rest of us." He plucks the cure out of Teresa's hand and turns back to Thomas. I poke my head round the corner and give her a nod. "The ones we choose to save, anyway. Of course, there's not gonna be enough for everyone. Hard choices are gonna have to be made. In time, the Flare virus will burn itself out. The only question is, who will be the ones left standing? And thanks to you, to this, we finally get to choose. A future of our own making. To your health." Teresa creeps up behind Janson and before he can inject himself smashes him over the head with a glass vase. I jump up racing into the room and help Teresa undo Thomas's straps.

"Kira?" Thomas gasps. I give him a grin.

"Newt's safe. We just have to get back to him now." He nods as struggles with the straps trying to loosen them. I'm so focused on the straps I don't notice that Janson is no longer on the floor. He grabs Teresa throwing her over the table. I continue trying to get Thomas free, hoping that Teresa can look after herself.

"Get back here. Get back!" Janson shouts at Teresa as she crawls under the desks away from him.

"No!" Thomas shouts. Janson grabs Teresa slamming her head into a table, knocking her out.

We finally manage to get Thomas free and he charges off the table, tackling Janson through a window. I run over to Teresa, shaking her.

"Teresa, come on. Wake up!" I whisper, peering over the table, seeing Janson and Thomas in a fist fight. I wince as Janson takes Thomas's own shirt and attempts to strangle him with it. A groan at my feet alerts me to Teresa's awakening state. Hoping she'll be okay, I creep round the lab keeping my eye on Janson, getting to the door just in time to see Janson punch Thomas is the face so hard that Thomas struggles to get back up. I charge forwards and jump on Janson's back holding my arm tight round his throat. Janson gasps for breath and backs heavily into a wall, slamming me into it. I gasp but refuse to loosen my grip. Janson switches tactics and flips me over the top of him leaving me sprawling out on the floor.

"Ah, Kira. How nice of you to join us!" Janson sneers. "I had wondered whether you had been killed out there, but apparently not. All the more fun for me I guess!" I sneer as Thomas and I charge at him. Punch after punch hits him. He gets a lucky knee into Thomas's stomach causing him to fall to the floor, drawing my attention away from Janson for a second, but that was all he needed. Janson grans my hair and slams my head into the wall, over and over again until I too drop to the floor. A rushing noise in my ear makes it hard to focus but I scramble back to Thomas as Teresa makes her way out the lab as well.

"Okay. That's enough," Janson says, pulling out his gun from its holster. He points it at us about to fire when two large missiles rush past us and hit the building. The whole building shakes causing us to fall. Janson's on the floor so we take the distraction and run. Gunshots from behind us tell us Janson is up. I notice my ability to walk in a straight line has been affected by the wall facial I got, as I almost fall over just by dodging out of the way.

Thomas shouts "Teresa!" Pulling her out of the way of a close bullet and pulls us into a side room. The doors hiss as we enter. The first thing I notice about this room is it's a lab. Surprise surprise! The second and slightly more important thing I notice about this room, is the cage of cranks it has along one wall. They snarl and bang on the glass cell they are in, angrily trying to reach us.

"We need to get out of here," Teresa spins round looking for a way out, but a groan from Thomas caused us to look at him.

"What's wrong? Thomas? Thomas!" He turns so that we can see the blooming patch of blood growing on his shirt.

"Oh shit," I curse, kneeling down and pulling up his shirt to get a better look.

"Okay. Okay, we need to... Oh, shit..." Teresa panics. I rifle through the drawers to find some cloth or soothing. I find some gauze in a drawer and push it into Thomas's hands.

"Here. Here! Just put pressure on it. Hold it." I say and I hold it against his stomach.

"You gotta go. Both of you. You gotta go." I shake my head at the stupidness of the idea.

"No. Not without you." Teresa says. I nod. Thomas turns his head towards me.

"What about Newt?" I smile.

"You really think he'd ever forgive me if I let you die?" I raise an eyebrow. He goes to speak but a loud hissing alerts us to Janson's presence.

"Kira…" Janson sings my name. I silently pass the gauze to Teresa, telling her to stay with him. I creep round the lab, drawing Janson's attention away from the pair. "Come on, Kira. Come have some fun. I didn't just teach you how to hide." I throw a petri dish at the far corner which smashes causing Janson to spin around, leaving me open to sneak past. "Come on. Let's not prolong this. We both know there's no way outta here. Let's not make this any more painful than it needs to be." I continue to sneak around the room.

"Thomas. Teresa. You have something of mine." Janson calls, getting closer and closer to them. This is it. Time to face him. I step out from my hiding spot and stand in front of the crank cage.

"Janson," I say, gun raised. Janson spins and faces me, gun also raised.

"Where is he, Kira?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Where's who?" I decide to play dumb. Probably not the best idea but I can't really think straight.

"You all think he's so special? He's a lab rat. He was born with a gift. He never had to fight for it, he never earned it. He doesn't deserve it." I narrow my eyes.

"Maybe. But it's his." I snap. Janson rolls his eyes.

"What about you, Thomas? What do you have to say? Don't you have enough blood on your hands already?" I pray that Thomas stays quiet and for once he does. "Fine. Have it your way. You've been a pain in my arse for the longest time. Time to end it I think." And Janson shoots.

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