February 17th 1997

     "I think I'm gay." Newt's voice came out soft and shaky as he stared at his two friends.

     "Gay as in, you like boys?" El asked as she cocked her head.

     Kis groaned loudly. "Yes obviously he likes boys El."

     "I was just making sure!"

     Kis narrowed her eyes. "Do you like a certain boy?"

     "What?! No!" Newt flushed. He was a terrible liar.

     "You totally do!" El exclaimed happily. "Oh my god who?! Is it Scott? Scott's hot. Oh my god we can go boy hunting around the mansion! That's how me and Kis found yo-"

     "El settle down!" Kis snapped as she tried to settle her friend down.

     Newt's blush was replaced by a soft smile. "So you guys don't care then?"

    "Why would we care?" Kis asked, actual confusion on her face.

    "I don't know it's jus-"

    "Wait!" Rose piped up. "How do guys like...do it?"

     Newt broke out into a fit of laughter while Kis just shook her head and groaned loudly.

August 2nd, 2002

     Newt was silent as Lisa strapped his wrists in the iron cuffs Thomas and El were in just a few days ago.

     Minho and Kis were held next to him, matching cuffs on their wrists.

     The pure fury was evident on Newt's face as he glared at the woman he hated most in the world. She gently ruffled Thomas' hair and pressed a kiss to his temple.

     Newt scowled. "Don't pretend like you like him you fuckin wh-"

     "Newt," Minho warned. "Settle down."

     "It's quite alright, his spite is adorable." Lisa grinned as she sat down in the big wooden chair against the wall. "Now let me ask you something my dear invisible boy. How does it feel to have the people you love taken away from you huh?"

     Newt tried to spit on her, he missed which just made Lisa laugh.

     "He might not remember me, but I remember him. He'll fall in love with me a hundred times over, you don't know us."

     "Oh but that's where you're wrong, I do know you. I know all about the cab you and Thomas met in, I know all about Teresa and how he just couldn't love her because his mind was only focused on you. I know that the only reason he destroyed our army of over a thousand men was because you were hurt and his biggest fear is, well was, losing you. I know all that Newt, do you want to know how?" The woman gently cradled Thomas' face and tapped his temple. "It's because I've been up here. Everything he knows, I know. I've been in his head, I filed through their memories. One thing I paid particular attention to is the day of the invasion, the one where you murdered my husband."

     "Don't touch him," Newt warned as he pulled on the restraints. "Get your hands off of him."

     "He's not yours anymore Newt."

     "He was never yours, from the day you threw him on the street, that's the day he stopped being yours."

     Lisa rolled her eyes and let go of Thomas. "Love is such a fickle thing isn't it? We think we love someone when we try and do what's best for them right? You claim you love him, but are you really what's best for him. You just want him out of here so he can be your little pet again."

     Newt was starting to get mad. "Of course I fucking love him, everything I do is for him."

     "Except let him live up to his full potential."

     "What are you even talking about?"

     "Now you see, Thomas could level cities with a single thought. He could bring the world's most powerful to their knees in a second. You and everyone else in that damned school limits that, you teach control but what Thomas really needs is to release everything inside of him. If he's enabled to his full potential, he could be the most powerful mutant in the world."

     "You think that's what he wants?" Newt scoffed. "All he's ever wanted from day one was just for somebody to love him because his own fucking parents didn't. Don't talk like you know him, you don't know shit about your son."

     "Oh and you do?"

     "Newt, she's trying to make you mad," Minho said softly as he looked at his friend. "Don't bite into it."

     Lisa was grinning which made Newt's stomach twist.

     "You know Newt, I'm so glad you decided to show up. Originally, I was just going to blow up the whole school and take the ones who managed to escape, but now that you're here, we can make it a little more fun than that."

     Newt rolled his eyes. "Yeah cause what's more fun than murdering children?"

     "I'm so glad you asked!" Lisa grinned as she clasped her hands together. "Minho, do you have any ideas?"

     The buff boy rolled his eyes. "No you sick fuck."

     "Well Thomas here, is going to kill Newt, like Newt killed Patrick, and we all get to watch."

     Newt could feel his heartbeat pick up. "You're going to kill a defenseless boy? You're going to murder me while I'm in chains?"

     Lisa smiled and squished Thomas' face. "He's so cute Tom, isn't he? Especially when he's pleading for his life. I guess I see what you saw in him."

     Newt could feel the heat rising to his face.

     "Keep playing along," Minho hissed. "It's buying us time."

     "I'm not scared of Thomas. He'd never hurt me," Newt said as he made a big show of pulling on his chains.

     "Honey, he doesn't even know who you are."

     "Prove it," Newt said as he looked at her sternly. "Let me out of these and prove to me he doesn't care about me anymore.

     Lisa cocked her head, thinking for a moment. "Okay. Fine." She snapped her fingers and watched smugly as El walked over and undid Newt's cuffs.

     The blonde boy wrung his wrists, rubbing at the sore red spots the cuffs left.

     Lisa gently pushed Thomas forward, like he was some little cat taking his first steps.

     Newt scowled at her and tugged on Thomas' arm. "You don't know how to treat people," Newt said as he pulled Thomas closer to him. The brunette boy wasn't responding, he was just letting himself get moved around like he was a toy, it kinda broke Newt's heart.

     Newt pressed a soft kiss to the boy's forehead before hooking his arm around his waist and rubbing his lower back. "You're aware though right?" Newt asked Thomas' mom as he held her son.

     "Aware of what?"

     "That you hide behind machines, without that chip in his neck you know he wouldn't give you the time of day. You're smart Lisa, you are, but you don't know shit about how to care for people."

     The woman folded her arms across her chest. "And?"

     "You know what I think?" Newt asked as he felt Thomas relaxing under his light touches.

     "Enlighten me."

     "I think this is about more than getting revenge on me. I think you're still hurt that he chose me over you. You say you don't care about him, but he's your son. You can't possibly convince me that it didn't hurt when he made his choice, I know you hurt him when you made yours."

     Lisa almost looked pleased. "Now that's where you're actually wrong. This, all of this, was for WICKED, it was for eliminating your kind. What do you think I'm going to do with the other two? I'm going to use the technology I used on Thomas and Rose on them."

    "Don't call her that!" Kis snapped as she yanked on her cuffs. "Don't you ever call her that." She'd been quiet the whole time but now she was riled up.

     Lisa rolled her eyes. "You don't think I remember you Addison? Was it nice going back down to the cells? Did you remember the good old days at WICKED?"

     Now, Newt was able to stay controlled under verbal attack, but Kis was like a ticking time bomb all the time and when someone said something she didn't agree with it was impossible to keep her cool.

     The anger flashed in Kis eyes as blood started trickling from her nose.

     Newt didn't know what to do, he could feel Thomas' hand curling around his stomach, almost as if he was scared.

     Kis flicked in her spot, the cuffs started blinking uncontrollably.

     "You're gonna kill yourself!" Minho shouted as he started fighting against his own cuffs. "Those fucking cuffs are going to kill you Kis stop trying to use your power!"

     Newt felt his heart rate pick up, Lisa was focused on whatever the fuck Kis was doing, he had time to act. He pressed a quick kiss to Thomas' temple before letting go of the more clearly terrified boy. Newt disappeared from sight before sprinting over to Kis and unhooking the chains which were burning hot to the touch. The girl was gone immediately, doing her weird traveling thing to the other side of the room.

     Newt unhooked Minho's chains before turning back over to see if Thomas was alright. He had his arms up, the black smoke shooting into some sort of a shield around Lisa.

     "Tommy!" Newt shouted as he reappeared into sight.

     Kis was now wrestling with El who kept trying to pin her to the ground. Minho buffed up, his arms turning rock solid yet again.

     Everyone kinda froze when Newt yelled. He had his hands out, facing his brown haired boy.

     "Tommy, you don't have to do this. It's us," Newt said as he slowly approached Thomas. "We can go home, me and you. We can go back to our room, we can stay in bed for days, we can go swimming in the lake like I know you love to."

     Thomas face faltered, Newt could practically see the mental battle going on in his head right now.

     "Tommy, I want you to listen to me, just me."

     The boy turned his head slightly to look at him, the shield was still pulsing from his power but it glitched slightly.

     "I love you," Newt said softly. "And I know you love me."

     Thomas hesitated again. "Stop. I'll hurt you."

     "I'm not afraid of you Tommy, I never have been."

     "You should be!" Thomas yelled as he clenched his fists and the smoke stopped. Lisa kept her gun raised, pointed at Minho who was the closest to her. Otherwise, no one else moved. Thomas was starting to get worked up and everyone knew all too well what happens when Thomas gets worked up.

     "Why would I be afraid of you love? You've always protected me before."

     "Stop talking like that!" Thomas yelled as he slammed his hands over his temples. "I don't know you, y-you don't know me!"

     "Of course I know you." Newt offered him a soft smile as he moved closer to to the boy. Newt carefully knelt to the ground and placed his bare hands on the floor. The room wavered, like rippled in a puddle before transforming completely to their room at Xavier's mansion. Thomas turned around quickly, looking around him.

     "H-how...w-where-"

     "It's our room Tommy. Doesn't it look familiar?"

     Thomas looked at him with a panic stricken expression. "I-I don't-"

     Newt sat down on the bed and looked at his boy. "I know you. I know you like to sleep on the right side of the bed, I know you're always cold and you can't sleep without your ice cold hands shoved up my shirt. I know you don't need this anymore." Newt picked up the little box on the nightstand and flipped it over carefully. "But you sleep with it anyways because it makes you feel better. I know that your first time was in this bed, I know that because it was with me." Newt stood up and held out his hand. "I know this because I know you Thomas. I know everything about you because I'm in love with you."

     Thomas looked at him with a confused expression, like his brain was short circuiting.
"Come with me, I'll keep you safe."

     Thomas' eyes flicked between Newt's and his outstretched hand. He rose his arm slowly, like he was going to take it but before he could an alarm started blaring and the scene shook. Newt felt himself being yanked backwards which jolted him out of his image manipulated room.

     "The bitch set off the alarms!" Minho screamed at Newt as he pushed the small boy behind his body. "There's gonna be hundreds of guards here any minute!"

     "Where did she go?" Newt yelled over the sound of the blaring alarm. The lights on the wall flashed, illuminating the room in a harsh red glowing light.

     "I don't know, but we need to leave now!"

     "I can't leave Tommy!"

     "Fucking grab him then, we'll die here!"

     Newt muttered a soft apology before grabbing Thomas' arm and yanking him along as he followed Minho.

     Minho slammed the door open, ushering Kis through who was dragging El before running through himself.

     "Come on Tommy," Newt muttered as he pulled the confused boy after him.

     They made it halfway down the hallway before the last person Newt ever wanted to hear sounded from down the hallway.

     "El! Thomas! Stop."

     Lisa slowly walked out from one of the turned corridors, smiling that horrible creepy smile she had a habit of doing.

     Newt could feel the panic bubbling in his chest. There was no where left to go.

     Kis had her arm in front of El, that cold hard look back on her face.

     "El," Thomas' mom said calmly. She nodded at the girl which El seemed to understand.

     Kis' eyes widened, then her mouth fell open and out from it came a trickle of red sticky blood. Kis slowly looked down at her stomach, putting her hands over the shard of ice sticking out from it. The red circle of blood around it was slowly spreading across her uniform. The girl slowly rose her hand up, sticking out her middle finger before falling to her knees and coughing up more blood onto the floor. She turned around with the fading strength she had and looked up at her best friend.

     "I knew," she said as she wiped the blood from her mouth with her sleeve. "I knew this was going to happen." She coughed hard, her eyes fluttering closed. "B-but it was you or me and I s-still love you you dumb bitch."

     Newt looked at Minho, the horror evident in his face. Minho looked like he was close to tears.

     El's face faltered, she looked at her hands, the skin still pink from the cold of the ice.
"I-I-"

     Newt was ready for Lisa's next move. He disappeared from sight immediately, getting away from Thomas.

     "Kill him Thomas, the invisible one, he needs to die. All of them!" She snapped. "All of them need to die!"

     Minho tackled the brunette boy before he could even react. He sat on his stomach and held his hands down.

     "I can't let you do this Thomas," Minho said as the boy struggled underneath him. "You'll never forgive yourself if you hurt Newt."

     "I did that," El muttered softly as she dropped to her knees next to Kis who was lying on the ground now, completely unmoving.

     "You can't stop me!" Thomas hissed as he thrust his knees into Minho's back which did nothing against his stone composure.

     Newt saw it a second too late. "His hands Minho you have to watch hi-"

     The blasts hit Minho in the face before he even realized it. It was sick to describe what happened like the melting of iron but that's exactly what it looked like. Minho ws holding Thomas and pleading with him one moment then the next he was nothing from the shoulders up.

     Newt felt the scream leave his body, he felt his power fizzle and fade out until everyone could see him again. He felt the absolute emptiness in his heart as Thomas pushed the body off and he held down his vomit at the sickening thud it made on the floor.

     "You're a sick fucking bastard!" Newt screamed at Lisa who looked all too smug standing there. The rage flared inside Newt as he grabbed the small blade he had stashed in his boot. He disappeared yet again, only appearing again when he was in front of Lisa pushing the blade into her stomach. Just like her piece of shit husband.

     The weirdest thing was that the woman actually looked pleased. She was dying and she looked pleased.

    "Fuck you," Newt spat as he twisted the knife and watched her fall. He only got to enjoy it for a second through because he was yanked onto his back. He hit the floor with a thud.

     Thomas was on top of him in an instant and in any other situation it would have been endearing, but Newt knew what this was.

     "This is it isn't it?" Newt asked softly as he stared up at his lover.

     He could see the smoke charging up on Thomas' arms.

     "You know I won't fight you pretty boy." Newt gave him a sad smile before putting his hands on Thomas' thighs that were pushing him into the ground.

     Thomas rested his hands on Newt's chest, the smoke curling down his arms like snakes.

     "You know what," Newt said as he grabbed Thomas' collar. "You kissed me first, it's only fair that I get to kiss you last."

     He yanked Thomas down and smashed their lips together. He felt it in the middle, like Thomas kissed him back out of pity before sending the fatal blasts through his chest. Dying wasn't anything like Newt thought it would be. The last thing on his mind was Thomas, the feel of his lips and the feel of his leg under his hand then just nothing, blackness, like he was asleep. There were worse ways to go, Newt thought in his final moment, dying kissing Thomas is exactly how I wanted it to be. Newt's body hit the ground, his head rolling back, the life drained.

     Thomas stared down at his work, feeling a rush of emotions go through his head. He was startled by a wet sounding laugh from behind him. Lisa was propped up on her elbow, the hilt still sticking out from her stomach.

     "H-how does it feel Thomas?" She coughed out. "H-having the one you love taken away f-from you."

     Thomas felt the tears building up in his eyes. He remembered, he remembered Newt, he remembered the time in the taxi when they met. He remembered when he finally grew a pair and kissed the blonde boy, they kissed for hours then. He remembered falling asleep curled around him each night. He remembered feeling the life drain from his lover's usually warm body as he drove the fear through him and stopped his heart.

     "What did you do to me?" Thomas asked, the tears pooling down his cheeks. He looked at El who was clutching her best friend's body in some desperate attempt to get her breathing again. "What did you do to us?"

     It hit Thomas like a train, it was like something snapped inside him. He stood up quickly, the smoke running down his arms at an alarming pace. He blinked hard, but when he opened his eyes they were pitch black.

     "You killed them all!" He screamed as his veins ran black, he could hear the adrenaline pumping in his ears and the power rushing through his body.

     "You killed him," Thomas said as he raised his hand at his mother.

    "No Thomas," she said as she smiled, her teeth stained with blood. "You killed him."

     Thomas let loose, a massive sized blast shot at the spot where his mother was, obliterating her and the section of hallway she was lying in. Thomas could hear the guards running, he raised both of his hands, shooting whenever someone moved. He took chunks out of the wall, the crumbled bits from the ceiling were on fire and guards bodies littered the floor.

     "Thomas! THOMAS! Stop you have to stop!"

     Thomas froze when he heard El's voice behind him.

     "We need to leave!"

     Thomas shut down immediately, grabbing his friend's hand and sprinting out of the complex with her in tow. He could hear the foundation of the building groaning and giving way around them.

     Thomas shoved El out the giant front door before diving out himself. They both turned around, watching in horror as the building collapsed.

     For a moment there was silence, nothing moved, the only sound was Thomas and El's mirrored pants.

     Suddenly El broke down into tears, shoving her face into her hands.

    "F-fuck Thomas w-what have we done?"