Okay... you asked for it. Here it is.
(I'm not saying this is what will happen in future events in my other works with this couple!!)
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"Can I just say, you guys are nuts? Making me relive the absolute worst moment of my life? Well.. here goes nothing.."

We had been searching for Newt for weeks. After the note and escaping the berg, he could've been anywhere. Thomas and I had thrust ourselves into immediate danger time and time again looking for his friend and my lover.

On that particular day, the sun was beating down on us harder than it ever had before. Sweat poured down their backs as they trekked quietly through the city. Cranks were everywhere. Thankfully, all of the ones past the gone were out of sight. Only the half-crazies were left. 

We came upon an old bowling alley. It was kind of in a random spot in this little town, but I knew Newt was near. Thomas took the lead as we walked through the broken glass doors into a room full of the infected. Some were in groups talking, as if a leisurely chat in a broken down bowling alley was a normal for them. Others were scavenging, for what, I couldn't tell. Then, I saw him.

Sitting at an old table, the plastic completely missing in some spots, odd and very questionable stains were drawn in permanent patterns on its surface, was Newt.

Thomas must have seen him at the same moment I did, because he took off running. I followed closely behind, and we were in front of him in an instant.

"Newt! Oh my god!" I had said, exasperated. He looked up, terrified.

"Get away from me," he said, "get away from me right now." His voice was shaking and his eyes glossed over. Newt was trembling.

"What are you talking about, Newt? We need to get you out of here. It's dangerous." Thomas said, trying to calm his friend down.

Newt's appearance was nothing like it had been. His sandy blonde hair was now ragged and wire like. His strong jaw had drooped, and his eyes. His once, beautiful, deep chocolate eyes were... black. They held no more compassion. No more understanding.

I tried to act fine. Once we got him out of here we would be fine. We could find a cure. Newt would be Newt again. He would be fine. It would all be fine.

I could tell Thomas was thinking the same thing. His face had gone ghostly pale and sweat dribbled down his forehead.

"You think this place is dangerous?" Newt laughed. A laugh that was so cruel and unconnected it hurt my very being. "You got it wrong, guys. I'm the Dangerous one. Get out of here before I end up hurting both of you." His voice cracked in the middle of that last sentence.

I felt for Newt, I really did. The boy I loved, sitting there, broken. It took all I had not to take him into my arms and tell him everything was going to be okay.

"Newt.." I pleaded, "please come with us. We can help. I promise." I said, reaching my hand out slowly to the boy in front of me.

Newt smacked my hand away. It stung my heart more than the welt that would appear a minute later. "You can help? Don't make any promises you can't keep, Bree. you should've learned that by now." Newt snapped, standing up from the table. His figure towered over me. Who was this boy? This was not the boy I had come to love. This was not the boy who had my heart. This was not the boy who was from the maze. This was not Newt.

Thomas had tried to reason with him, but Newt pushed him aside. "I'm not hurting anyone else." He had said. Then, he started running.

Taking all of my strength, I held back tears as Thomas and I followed, out of the bowling alley and into the city. It was dark now, but his figure was easy to follow. His limp was even more obvious to me now than it ever had been.

Suddenly, Thomas darted in front of me, forward, forward, forward, until he collided with Newt. They fought. I could hear Thomas trying to get Newt to stay. Newt saying it wasn't worth it. Words that came out of his mouth I had never could have mustered myself.

As I reached them, they had settled their dispute. The stranger stood up and faced me as I helped Thomas off the ground.

"This isn't worth it, you know. It never will be. I am not going to come back with you, just to have all of my friends watch me go insane. Do you really want them to watch me die? Is that really what you want?" Newt said. He was hurting. He was desperate.

"We can help." Was all Thomas could muster. He was looking down, his eyes blurred.

Newt laughed again, "You really think you can help? There is no cure. And if you honestly believe there is one, then you're about more crazy than me!" He had said, his stature suddenly changing. He had hunched down more, his eyes lowered.

"Newt... are you okay?" I asked, fully concerned for his well being. He took one look at me and darted. I had never seen a boy with a limp move that fast. I was tackled to the ground. His heavy breathing was hitting my neck, drool came from his mouth in pools.

"Am I okay? Am I okay? Are you okay? You're not going to be okay after this!" I watched in horror as Newt held me down. A dirty, scab ridden hand found my neck, and it squeezed. I tried fighting, but even though Newt looked frail, he was still strong enough to hold me down.

Just as quickly as it had happened, it was over. Newt was off of me, and I could breathe. Thomas was standing over me with a scrap of metal he had found. Newt was lying a couple of feet away, dazed.

Thomas pulled me up to my feet, and we both walked over to the boy. He was shaking. Not out of anger, or because he had an episode, he was crying.

"Do you see... do you see what's happening to me? I-I... I just tried to kill the love of my life.. you really want everyone else to see what I've become? I'm a monster. I'm a monster.." Newt had repeated his last sentence multiple times, sobbing as he was shaking uncontrollably. "You just.. please... please just end it. End it right now. Please, please, please." He had said. At the time I wasn't really sure what he meant. I didn't want to know.

"We will if you come back with us. We'll have a happy ending." I said, silent tears streaming down my face.

Newt looked up at me, and for once, I could see humanity in his not-so-hard eyes. He was back. "No, Bree. End it. End me." His voice cracked.

I started to cry even more. I couldn't. How could I? We went through so much. We had each other to hold onto. Who was I going to hold onto through this? "..No." I said, somehow my voice was level, despite the tears.

Newt stood and walked towards me. His ankle gave out and he cursed. He got back up and slowly linked forward, pain evident in his eyes. "Please, Bree. I want to die."

I shook my head, "No you don't. You've just given up. There is still hope, Newt, you just have to-" I was cut off.

"No. You don't understand. Have you ever wondered how I got this bloody limp in the first place? Did it ever occur to you what just happened to make me this way?" He said, enraged anger drawn across his face.

I immediately shrunk back into myself. "I-I just thought.."

"You thought what exactly? Huh? Well I'll tell you, it's a doozy! I tried to kill myself, Bree. So I wouldn't have to keep living this damn nightmare of a life," He started to calm down, his voice shaking, "climbed up one of those bloody walls and jumped right off. Alby and Minho found me. I had to lie, like I've always done. Always." He was crying, locking eyes with me as he uttered the last word.

That word. That word that had meant so much to me for such a small reason. The tears kept coming. "I can still help..." I whispered, glancing at Thomas for any sort of a support system. He was shut out.

Newt smiled at me sadly, "yeah... yeah, you can." Newt went down to his knees in front of me. He took the gun from the brim of my pants and handed it to me, pointing it at himself.

I was shaking. My hands. My body. My head. Every fiber of my being was screaming no.

"If I go with you," Newt said, "all you will see is madness. I will dwell deeper and deeper until you don't even know who I am anymore. I will never be Newt again. Please, just kill me. Let all of our friends remember who I was. Not who I would inevitably end up to be." His eyes were encouraging. Manipulating.

"I-I can't. You know I can't." I said, as I bent down to meet him on the ground.

Newt leaned in closer until we were inches apart, the bun barely touching his temple.

"C'mon, soldier." He whispered, our lips touching one fleeting moment. And in an instant, a rugged and calloused hand was put over mine, and the trigger was pulled.

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A/N: long time, no see! You guys asked for it, here's my first rendition of how page 250 plays out. If you would like an indefinitely happier version, please comment! What would you like to see next?
Stay cute, love Brewt!
-Nat