|Did you see the sparks filled with hope? You are not alone. 'Cause someone's out there, sending out flares

|Flares, The Script

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Dawn's P.O.V.

Staying on my feet was suddenly an almost impossible task as I tried to calm my breathing. Images of Newt jumping of the wall in the Maze crossed my mind and I shook my head, crumbling the piece of paper in my hand as a tear rolled down my cheek. Taking another breath I opened my eyes, looking straight at Newt who was avoiding my gaze all together.

I'd always known he was in pain, haunted by everything that had happened to him. I'd always known there was an emptiness inside of him that could never be filled, he had even admitted that to me in the scorch.

And with this sickness growing inside of him, slowly eating away his mind, it wasn't more than logical that this was his last wish. If I truly were honest with myself, it barely even surprised me but it hurt. It felt like fire was scorching my heart, burning every vein in my body from the inside out.

A hand landed on my shoulder and I turned to look at Thomas who wore a worried frown on his face. I gave him a curt nod, making him turn back to face Newt. 'Why are you here? Why are you with them?' Thomas questioned.

Newt threw a glare over his shoulder at the Cranks who were still fighting over garbage before turning back towards us. 'It comes and goes, man. I can't explain it. Sometimes I can't control myself, barely know what I'm doing. But usually it's just like an itch in my brain, making me angry.'

'You seem fine right now,' I whispered, my voice shaking, just like my entire body at that point. I wished he would look at me, but he seemed to be avoiding my gaze at all costs.

'Yeah, well. The only reason I'm with these wackers from the Palace is because I don't know what else to do. They're fighting, but they're also a group. You find yourself alone, you don't have a bloody chance.'

Thomas took his hand off of my shoulder, clenching it at his sides. 'Newt, come with us this time, right now. We can take you somewhere safe, somewhere better to...'

But Newt interrupted his plea with a laugh. Nothing like the warm laugh he used to have. This one sounded twisted and dark and send shivers crawling down my spine.

'Get out of here, Tommy, get away. And take her with you.'

'Newt, Thomas is right, just come with us,' I begged, every vibe in my being desperate to safe him. Even though I already knew his last wish, it was written very clearly on the piece of paper currently crumbled in my fist. I already knew that no matter what we said, we couldn't change his mind, because that was who he was. So, why did I still try? The answer was simple really.

I loved him.

And there was nothing I wouldn't do to try and give him the life he deserved.

'Come with us,' Thomas tried again, 'I'll tie you up if that makes you feel better.'

I couldn't help but wince at those words and Newt didn't seem to like it that much either as his face suddenly hardened with anger. 'Just shut up you suck traitor! Didn't you read my note? You can't do one last, lousy thing for me? Gotta be the hero, like always? I hate you! I always hated you!'

Shaking my head I took a small step back. It was the virus talking, I repeated it in my head over and over but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't convince myself that there wasn't a single hint of the truth in his words.

'Newt...' Thomas mumbled, his voice laced with incredible sadness.

'It was all your fault! You could've stopped them when the first Creators died. You could've figured out a way, but no! You had to keep it going, try to save the world, be the hero. And you came to the Maze and never stopped. All you care about is yourself! Admit it! Gotta be the one people remember, the one people worship! We should've thrown you down the Box hole!'

Newt's face had colored to a deep red and spit flew from his mouth as he yelled. He came stumbling forwards, hands clenching at his sides.

My heart hurt.

'Newt, stop, just listen to me. I know you're okay in there. Enough to hear me out,' Thomas tried to reach him again.

I didn't believe him, Newt was gone, long gone. But then why did it still hurt so much?

'I hate you, Tommy!' He came stumbling closer and Thomas took a few steps backwards, taking my arm to steady himself.
The wildness in Newt his eyes was overwhelming and his words were like poison being send down into my bloodstream as he kept on screaming. 'I hate you, I hate you, I hate you! After all I did for you, after all the freaking klunk I went through in the bloody Maze, you can't even do the one and only thing I've ever asked you to do! I can't even look at your ugly shuck face!'

Thomas pinched my arm, and I turned to look at him. His face was pale, his eyes wide and he had clearly no more words to give.

I turned back to face Newt. 'Newt, you have to stop. Just listen, okay? Get in the van, come with us! Why can't you give it a chance?'

'You shut up!' Newt screamed, finally turning to look at me fully for the first time since I saw him and then I wished he hadn't. 'There's a reason I didn't give that stupid note to you. I knew you'd be to bloody selfish to do it. You said you loved me, but if you truly did, you would let me go!'

I blinked, no longer able to stop the tears from escaping my eyes.

'Newt,' Thomas tried again but hearing his name seemed to make something snap within the boy as he suddenly let out a scream and rushed towards Thomas.

I ran to him in an attempt to stop him, but he pushed me out of the way, making me stumble over my feet and fall on the ground. My injured shoulder hit the pavement and a pained yell escaped my lips. Through teary eyes I tried to sit up, sobs escaping my lips as pain waved from shoulder, setting my arm ablaze.

Newt had tackled Thomas to the ground and climbed on top of him, pinning him to the ground. 'I should rip your eyes out,' he said, lunacy at the edge of his voice, 'teach you a lesson in stupidity. Why'd you come here? You expected a bloody hug? Huh? A nice sit-down to talk about the good times in the Glade?'

'Newt,' I whispered.

'Shut up!' He screamed at me.

Another sob escaped my lip as I tried to stand, to safe Thomas from the sudden danger our friend had become but with even the smallest of movements my shoulder set my body ablaze with flames of hell, like a thousand needles were piercing my skin.

'You wanna know why I have this limp, Tommy? Did I ever tell you? No, I don't think I did.'

My entire body went numb as I stared at Newt with wide eyes. Dread waved through me like a massive ocean, ready to drown me.

'What happened?' Thomas asked and out of the corner of my eye I noticed his free hand slipping around his weapon.

Biting my tongue to stop myself from screaming or crying or both at the same time I forced myself to listen to Newt. As his words made me relive the most horrible moment of my life. A moment that would forever haunt me. And even now my body started trembling from the very idea of having to relive it.

'I tried to kill myself in the Maze. Climbed halfway up one of those bloody walls and jumped right off. Minho found me and dragged me back to the Glade right before the Doors closed.'

Another tear rolled down my cheek as my body now seemed to shiver on the inside as well as on the outside. My heart was beating faster than a war drum and I could barely focuse on anything as Newt his words placed themselves in my mind.

'I hated the place, Tommy. I hated every second of every day. And it was all your fault!'

My breath caught in my throat as Newt suddenly twisted around and grabbed Thomas his hand which held the weapon. He forced it up until the end of the gun was pointed right at the middle of his forehead. I wanted to scream but no sound left my lips, as if my vocal cords had been ripped out.

'Now make amends! Kill me before I become one of those cannibal monstere! Kill me! I trusted you with that note! No one else. Now do it!'

I almost chocked as I tried to breathe, scream, beg him to stop but I was numb and useless.

Thomas tried to pull his hand away but Newt was too strong. 'I can't Newt, I can't,' Thomas muttered weakly.

'Make amends! Repent for what you did!'

The words tore right through me, my entire body shaking as tears clouded my vision. I wished I was strong, able to stand up and make an end to the situation but I wasn't.

'Kill me, you suck coward. Prove you can do the right thing for once. Put me out of my misery.'

'Newt maybe we can-' Thomas tried.

'Shut up! Just shut up! I trusted you!'

'I can't.'

'Do it.'

'I can't!'

'Kill me or I kill you. Kill me! Do it!'

The world was burning around me, crumbling to nothing more than ashes. I blinked to try and clear my vision as flashes of memories of us together as kids suddenly appeared before me in my mind. Newt his face, years younger without a single worry in his eyes. We were playing hide and seek and talked about things we were too young to grasp. "I'd rather die than become a brainless zombie." "Really?" "Yes." I had never seen such determination on a kid his face. He had spoken so sure, so honest. It was like a wish, no stronger, a rule he had made for himself.

He never wanted to become a monster, he'd rather die.

And suddenly my vocal cords seemed to work again. My body stopped trembling and suddenly I was horrifyingly calm.

'Thomas,' I said his name clearly, my voice strong and nothing like the shaky mess it had been before.

The brown haired boy looked at me, tears glinstering in his eyes.

'Do it,' I stated it so clearly that I almost scared myself. But this was right, this was what Newt wanted.

Thomas turned back to his friend, slightly shaking his hand. 'Newt...' he pleaded one last time.

'Do it before I become one of them!' Newt screamed, his entire body shaking.

'Do it Thomas!' I was screaming now too, tears rolling down my cheeks likes waves but I was too far gone to notice.

'I...'

'Listen to her, Thomas! KILL ME!' And then Newt's eyes cleared, as if he'd gained one last piece of the boy he used to be, one final straw of sanity that was left in his broken body. He looked up at me and I let out a sob, the calmness of the decision I made seconds ago fading away as if it had never even been there to begin with.

'Thank you,' he whispered and I could only nod as my lips trembled too much to say anything in return. But he knew what I felt, I knew he did. And it was alright.

Newt turned his glare back towards Thomas, both of their eyes filled with tears. 'Please Tommy, please.'

Thomas pulled the trigger.