*Notice: This is not a love story. No mpreg, no sexual relationships. Also, none of the male characters are in love with each other, but you can think this in two ways: Newt and Thomas as a couple, or them as best friends. I do not mind, it's your choices!*
Chapter 5. Last Hope
*Newt's POV*
I couldn't see anything. I couldn't feel anything. Just my body falling into a deep void.
I felt myself clawing at the body in front of me - wait, was it Tommy? I couldn't quite figure out. As if all of my functions have stopped working, I felt empty. Empty outside, empty inside.
Where am I? I questioned. This was my body, right? Why can't I feel or manage anything?
All of the sudden, I felt my body sway and hit the ground. It didn't hurt much - just a twinge of dull sting spreading through my side. My visions slowly cleared - then I saw Thomas, yelling at me. His face full of dust, blood, and anxiety. His eyes met mine. I couldn't look away, and I didn't intend to anyway.
My senses were returning to me, one by one, First my sight, then the pain. Immense pain, flooding all over me. I groaned, but my mouth didn't seem to let out that sound. Finally, I regained my voice and croaked out with all might.
"Tommy," My voice sounded too groggy. I tried it again. "Tommy."
Thomas's expression swithed from frightened to relief. I could see it, a rush of thankfulness covering his face. His lips moved to form the words, but my hearing senses hadn't fully returned yet. I frowned, trying to make out the words.
"...T's okay. It's okay, Newt. 'M right 'ere."
I tried my best to answer but all I managed to do was a tiny, helpless, moan. That disgusting moan of an inhumane creature. My consciousness sank into the deep abyss, arms flailed again, my legs twitched and kicked. I felt nauseous and...frustrated. Angry. I wanted it all to stop. Just stop. I grabbed a rifle from Tommy's pocket. Without hesitation, I raised it to my head and caressed the trigger. Finally, his ends now-
"NO!"
Tommy snatched a gun from my grip and threw it far away. My last hope diminished, along with my remaining sanity. My vision blacked out again, hearings deafened. My mouth moved eagerly but I couldn't figure out what I was saying. It seemed like a decade until everything darkened and I finally slipped into unconsciousness.
*Back to Third Person POV.*
Newt's movements were slowly declining. Thomas was almost sure Newt had run out of energy and was straining to stay awake. Where the shuck was Brenda at? Minho and Gally? Frypan and Horhe? He needed help, desperately. Right now. His arms were shuddering violently, demanding for at least one second of rest. Legs were sore from kicking and being kicked - and his chest kept stinging from the wound Newt's dagger had left. Newt was still on top of him. Thomas felt his body tense under his friend's weight. Newt's certainly not going to kill me, he thought. But he won't let me live, either.
Not until he shatters his heart, will he return to his normal, warm, friendly self.
Well, not until Brenda arrives. Thomas hadn't missed that girl so much, so much more even than Teresa. He needed her for Newt's sake. She would be running, shouting his name for him, vigorously searching for them. But it would be too late.
Thomas threw another punch at Newt, who gurgled vigorously and got back up, trying to choke Thomas with both trembling hands. Thomas somehow knew Newt was trying to stop himself from attacking him, but his sanity was trapped, deep inside, swallowed by madness.
Thomas was about to give up and Newt finish his line when he heard the most welcoming, angelic voice.
"Thomas!"
He couldn't believe his ears for a moment. It sounded way to sacred and heavenly to be real. However, the echo approached him slowly, soon ringing in his ears like an alarm. His names were repeated numerous times before he could register a figure dashing towards him, and he yelled her name, so frantically as ever.
"Brenda!"
She didn't waste her energy slowing down. Instead, she just collided straight into them, snatching Newt's flailing wrist and yanking it towards her, eventually pinning it down on the ground. Thomas was too astonished by this sudden event he just laid there dumbfounded until Brenda tugged his sleeve furiously.
"Thomas! Hold him still, will you?"
Her urgent voice woke Thomas's judgement up, and he reacted instantly, jumping on Newt and pressing his torso down as told. He couldn't be gentle, now.
For his friend's sake, he had to use force, even if he was reluctant to.
With shuddering hands, Brenda slid out the cerulean serum from her pocket, adjusting it vertically. She exhaled and held the serum still, eyeing the struggling blonde. Then she seemed to have realized something.
"We - we forgot the needle for injection." She announced blankly, making Thomas's heart sank.
His last hope had just diminished.
To be continued. :) Review, review, review!