|Please let me take you, out of the darkness and into the light

|Song: Lullaby, Nickelback

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Dawn's P.O.V.

The huge black cargo door closed before me, taking Lisa and the others out of sight. Taking a deep breath I stared at it. My heart was beating fast in my chest. Letting them go into the city without having any way of knowing if they would be alright was awful. But I had a more important job to do.

Turning on my heels I let my eyes wonder around the room.
When they landed on Newt, who was leaning against the bench with his arms crossed and an indifferent expression on his face, a wave of sadness rolled through my stomach.
We didn't say a word for a while, just stared at each other, taking in this new and strange version of us that we had become.

'You should've gone with them,' he eventually said, his voice deprived from any emotion.
My body was frozen as I watched him walk away and dread spread through me. Never before had he looked at me with this coldness and it left a chill in my bones.
Maybe this was it, the moment I had officially lost him. Only because I wanted to cure him from the disease that would take away every part of him. Every part that I loved and cherished. Even the flawed parts, the ones that made me love him even more.
And as my eyes followed him walking away a sudden resistance took a hold of me and the sadness made way for anger. Hot anger raging through my body.

'So this is how it's gonna be from now on?' I said, raising my voice and taking a step forwards. 'You're slowly going insane and you're gonna spend your remaining time being mad at me?'

Newt froze, stopped walking away but kept his back turned to me.
'I get it, okay? I screwed up, I endangered all of our lives and almost got us killed. But you are dying Newt. Are you honestly mad at me for trying to safe you?'

Silence filled the room and even from this distance I could tell his entire body was tensed up. He clenched his fists but I wasn't planning on stopping now.
'Because if you are, that makes it clear how much you care about me. Since you clearly wouldn't do the same for me then.'

Suddenly he turned around, anger painted on his face. 'You betrayed us! I told you I didn't want the cure and you go behind my back to do it anyway!'
'So if it was me sick you would be totally fine with just standing by and watch me slowly go insane?' I yelled at him, my heart aching and tears appearing in my eyes.
He stared at me, his eyes wide and suddenly I was terrified of his answer.
'But you're not sick,' Newt whispered, 'so it doesn't matter.' And he turned around, ready to walk again.
'I love you,' I suddenly whispered, 'you know that right?'

He didn't answer and it was killing me. Silence spread through the room and I could hear my own heart beating in my chest.
'You have to stop, Dawn,' he softly said.
I blinked, afraid I heard him wrong. 'What do you mean?' I whispered.
Newt turned back to me, all the anger was gone and had made way for cracks. Cracks in a mask of a boy in pain for too long.
'You have to stop loving me,' he repeated, 'I won't be here for much longer and I won't leave you here, knowing you will never move on.'

And then it all made sense. He wasn't mad at me for trying to cure him, he would probably have done the same if it was me. He was mad at me for not trying to let him go.

Shaking my head at him, a tear finally fell from my eyes. I didn't bother wiping it away. 'Please don't say that,' I whispered, 'please don't-'
'You don't bloody get it!' He suddenly screamed, 'you're in love with a ghost.'
'No, you don't get it,' I replied, my voice steady although tears were streaming down my cheeks, 'whether I pretend not to love you, or decide to show it for the time we have left, it will hurt just as much when you're gone.'
He stared at me, his eyes holding all the pain I had wanted so desperatly to take away from him.
'I don't want to spend to last bit of time we have left together pretending that I don't love you. When the time is there I will say goodbye, not before.'

Silence fell again and for a moment I thought he was going to scream at me again but it was like my words had awoken a piece of him that had been asleep ever since he heard he was sick. He came walking right at me and before I knew what was happening he took my face in his hands and kissed me.

It was different from all the kisses we had ever shared before. His hands on my cheeks then down my back, resting there and pulling me close.
A smile appeared on my lips while moving with my fingers through his hair.
Suddenly he removed my jacket and threw it aside. His lips made their way down my neck, left a trace of fire on my collarbone, before moving back to my lips.
My veins were on fire, my body glowing and I never wanted him to stop. I took his shirt and pulled it over his head in one movement. I had never seen him like this, not even in my memories, it made me blush.
He smiled, noticing, then gave me a gentle kiss on my nose before moving back to my lips. His hands wondered to the bottom of my shirt, then stayed there as if asking permission. But I didn't doubt I took it off myself.
A small laugh left my lips as it got stuck on my nose.
He grinned, helped me lift it and then threw it away.
I leaned in again, brushing my lips against his as fire took a hold of me.

Then he lifted me up and I let out a surprised yelp. A smirk appeared on his lips.
Then he made his way over to the bench and lay me down, he on top of me. I could only stare, his face inches from mine. I reached out and traced the lines of his face with my fingers. He closed his eyes and let out a shaky breath.
A smile appeared on my face before I pulled him closer and kissed him again.
We should have stopped, should have talked about what we were going to do but I didn't worry. I couldn't worry about anything right now.
My hands on his back, his lips down my neck and back to my mouth, he was all that mattered now. Just him and nothing else.

The Berg was dark, the lights out. Newt and I were lying curled up on the bench with our faces turned to each other, a blanket covering us.
He was playing with my hair while I stared at his face.
'I'm sorry,' he suddenly said. His eyes from my hair to my face. 'I really tried. I try every bloody day.'
I placed my hand on his cheek. 'I know.'
He bit his lip, moving his hands through my hair and suddenly my stomach was tied into a tight knot. I had no way of helping him, this could just be the last peaceful moment we would ever have together.
A small frown appeared on his face. 'What're you thinkin' about?'
Taking a deep breath I let my fingers wonder of his face before pulling back my hand. 'Let's just, not talk for a bit.'
He nodded, slightly smiling before pressing a kiss to my forehead. 'I love you,' he whispered.
'Love you too,' I replied, closing my eyes and trying to lock this feeling of safety inside of me to never let go.

It must have been early in the morning when I woke. The first thing I became aware off was Newt, lying next to me, only wearing his underwear and his arm around my waist.
A blush crawled unto my cheeks when I realised I was only wearing underwear as well.
I shivered then smiled as memories of the previous evening came back. Carefully I turned around, facing Newt. He was breathing slowly, his face looking so much younger when he slept. I had always loved watching him sleep. All the worries, all the pain, completely gone. He just looked like the little boy I had run through the streets with.
'Staring is rude you know,' he suddenly spoke before opening his eyes.
My heart jumped by hearing his heavy morning voice. Then I laughed. 'I'm not staring, I'm admiring.'
He grinned and gave me a kiss on my forehead.
We just lay like that for a while, his lips on my forehead. Then he moved so he could look me in the eye. 'Let's find some food, I'm bloody starving.'
A smile spread on my face but before I could respond a banging sound echoed through the Berg.

Immediatly we both sat up straight, the blanket falling down from the bench.
'They can't be back yet,' I whispered. The banging came again, someone was knocking on the cargo door.

'This is the Denver Police, we have you surrounded. Please open the door and walk out with your hands raised in the air!' A muffled voice ordered from behind the door.

Newt and I shared a panicing glare. I jumped up and quickly put my pants and shirt on. Newt did the same as the knocking continued. 'Open the door!'

'What do we do?' I whispered as I took Newt his hand.
'Hide,' he answered and without a warning he pulled me with him towards the door of a small broom closet.
'We can't let them come in!' I whispered, panic raging through me. What if they took the Berg? What if they somehow made contact with Wicked? There were too many things that could go wrong.

'You have one minute before we break this door down!' The muffled voice sounded.

'I'll distract them, I won't let them search the Berg,' Newt said while taking a pen and a paper from a desk. 'They can't find out we're from Wicked, they would send us right bloody back,' he added while quickly writing something down. He lay it on the bench we just slept on and kept it so I wouldn't be able to see what he wrote down.

'You do have some weird obsession with writing notes,' I said, my voice shaking.
He gave me a little smile back before pressing his lips against mine.

Outside the man had started counting down from twenty to one.

Newt pulled away. 'I love you,' he whispered. 'More than you'll ever bloody know.'
Then before I could answer or even think about what he was going to do, he pushed me inside the closet.
I gave a surprised yell but it turned into an angry scream when I heard him lock to door.

Helplessly I was forced to listen to the cargo door being broken up, to the police coming inside, to Newt try and talk to them. I was forced to listen when they started laughing.
Raging panic took over when I realised they weren't the police at all. Bounty hunters. People hunting the sick and earning money off delivering them to the place where all the Cranks were kept. A vague memory about Janson telling me about them came to the surface and I felt stupid for not realising it sooner.

They demanded an infection test.
I quickly put my fist in my mouth before I would start to scream. I heard Newt try to convince them he wasn't infected and that it really wasn't necessary. I could almost feel the supressed anger in his tone.
Then without a warning he screamed and the worst images flew through my head. Did they hit him with something? Did they use a taser?
I bit on my knuckles and didn't stop until I tasted blood. I heard the men laugh and then cheer when they did the test and saw the result.
Tears started streaming down my face but I couldn't tell if it was from the pain in my hand or because I could hear them beat him and take him outside.

'This one will earn us a lot of money. The strong ones we find always earn extra money,' a man spoke, victorious with a deep and raspy voice.
Slowly their footsteps died away.
I could hear the cargo door close.
Just to be sure I waited a few more minutes but it didn't seem like they were coming back.
Then I put my shoulder against the door and pushed. It didn't move one bit. I threw myself against it but no movement. I did it again, again and again until my body was blue and bruised, until I was exhausted and sobbing from frustration and pain.

They had taken Newt, and there was nothing I had done to stop it. When that thought really settled in I sank down against the door on the ground. I pulled my knees up my chest and waited for the tears to come, they didn't. I was all alone, with my pain and no tears to help me keep company.

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This chapter was so much fun to write and I am really proud of how it turned out. Newt and Dawn have such a special connection and I think that this book really will show you guys just how much he means to her.

Anyways I hope you enjoyed it and please let me know your thoughts! Vote and share, it means a lot to me.

So, with Dawn locked in a broom closet, Newt being taken to the Crank Palace and Minho and the others in the city, I will leave you. See you all wednesday!

xXx
UYM