"Catch me if you can, Y/N!" Newt teased, running away with an impish laugh.

You pelted down the white hallways after him, catching up easily. You tackled the blond boy to the ground, giggling as you went rolling over and over. You finally landed, a knee on his chest.

"I told you before, Newt," you leaned over him with a cocky smirk. "I'm faster than you. And all around better. The tests say so!"

Newt rolled his eyes, pushing you off him so you landed on the floor beside him with an "oof". "Those tests don't count!"

"WICKED says they count," you turned your head to talk to him properly, resting your head on one of your arms. "They say if we do well in them, we're gonna help the whole world."

"You'll change the world anyway, Y/N," Newt said seriously. "You are faster than the rest of us. Except Minho."

He grinned as you gave him a little shove that sent him sliding a foot away from you. You got up, sitting against the wall next to Newt, who moved to sit up. You pulled your knees up to your chest, resting your chin on your arms and your arms on your knees.

"And I think you're Doctor Paige's favourite."

"Do you really think so?" you asked, turning so your cheek resting on your arms and you could face Newt. The young boy grinned self-assuredly.

"Yeah. You, Tommy and Teresa."

You sighed. "Do you think all this will be worth it?"

"All what?" Newt frowned.

You glanced at the boy, and then reached for the bottom of your f/c jumper.

"Ew, are you taking your shirt off?" Newt made a face. "Gross."

You rolled your eyes and ripped the sweater off, revealing the mandatory black tank top you had to wear for physical training, marked with 'W.C.K.D.' in bold white letters. And all up and down your arms were fresh wounds, in ugly purples and reds, some hidden beneath bloodstained bandages.

"Are you okay?" Newt said quickly, worry in his young voice.

Tears rose to your eyes. "They're hurting me, Newt. They say it's for the greater good ... or something. But it hurts. A lot. And then they hook me up to some weird tube things. And take blood and blue stuff out of my body."

"Oh, shuck," Newt stared at the red marks and bandages. "Why are they doing it?"

"I don't know," you cried, turning and sobbing into Newt's shoulder. Even then, he was slightly taller than you. "I don't know."

"Hey, Y/N/N," Newt said carefully. "You know, it's gonna be okay, one day. One day, all those awful things they do to you are going to help you save the world." He stared into your eyes with innocent, youthful belief. "Because I have always believed you will, and I know you are capable of changing the world."

"Thanks, Newt"

You dried your tears and stood up with a shaky smile, also pulling the blonde boy to his feet. Then you gave a demon-worthy grin, and slapped his shoulder. "Tag! You're it!"

You laughed as he tore after you with an indignant cry, giving you a push that sent the both of you tumbling head over heels in a giggling mess until you were stopped at someone's feet. You both looked up, finding a blonde woman above you.

"Subjects A8 and A5," Dr. Paige said disapprovingly. "What are you doing?"

"Playing," you explained meekly, sitting up.

"Yeah," Newt said more convincingly, standing and pulling you to your feet without a glance, natural as it was. "Didn't you and Mr. Janson say we had to practice our running?"

Dr. Paige sighed to herself. "I should make a note that seven-year-olds are the most mischievous stage of the program."

"Program?" you perked up. "Are there other kids? Because I know the others will wanna meet them!"

"And the most nosey," Dr. Paige muttered under her breath. "Y/N, Newt, please go back to your rooms now."

You and Newt nodded and began to jog back to the room you shared with the other A subjects.

"I meant it Y/N," Newt said as you ran. "One day, you're gonna change the world."

- - -

One day, Y/N, you're gonna change the world.

You tried to compare the adorable, seven-year-old Newt then to the horrifying, Crank Newt in front of you.

The Newt you'd tried to drag for a solid 20 minutes whilst Minho, Gally and Thomas ran ahead for the Cure.

The Newt currently flashing between crying and attacking you.

"Y/N," he managed to say hoarsely, bending over and coughing out black slime, a horrifying shell of a body. "Y/N, you have to kill me. I will not become one of those Cranks. And I don't want to hurt you!"

His last words morphed into a yell as the Crank took over again.

"I-I can't kill you, Newt!" you sobbed. "I love you! How can I kill you?"

Newt gave a snarl, running towards you in the staggering, lopsided, animalistic sprint so characteristic of those animals. He skidded as you jumped to the side, choking out, "Please, Y/N. Please."

You took the gun holstered by your side, and thought of every kiss you'd shared with this beautiful, broken boy, and you remembered every moment when he had lifted you up, kept you going, and told you that you would change the world ... meaning you had all the inspiration to.

And how he had always done what you needed and been by your side.

And now ... you had to do the same for him.

Slowly, you raised your gun towards him, closing your eyes as he whispered a final sentiment: "I love you, Y/N. I always will."

Your finger tightened on the trigger, and you had almost shot when a familiar voice yelled, "Y/N, stop! Wait!"

You very quickly turned so the bullet went through a window instead of Newt, and saw Gally, Minho and Thomas pinning him down with tears in their eyes. Brenda had returned with them, and held a syringe of ...

"That better be the shucking cure!" you screamed over the gunshots, running towards Newt.

He was frothing at the mouth under the grip of the three strong boys, spitting and kicking out. The moment he saw you, he calmed a little.

Enough to allow Brenda to insert the syringe into his neck and press down on the plunger.

Newt howled loudly in pain, letting tears slip from his eyes.

"Shh, it's okay," you stroked his hair, though it was matted with blood. "It's going to be okay."

His breathing slowed, and he closed his eyes, slipping into unconsciousness.

You turned around, contemplating how to get Newt safely back to the Berg. As you shielded your face from the smoke and fire, you spotted a Crank who'd gotten in thanks to Lawrence.

"Guys, watch ou-" you called, and coughed suddenly mid-word, looking down as a blaze of pain spread through your body.

"Shit," you gasped as you saw the blood staining your grey tank top. You slowly lifted the edge to see a bullet embedded in your side, just above your hip. Shouldn't be fatal, but if you didn't get help soon ...

"Guys," you whispered. Minho turned to you, and caught you as you fell backwards.

"Y/N, what the shuck?" the Asian boy asked, sounding a little annoyed. Then, he saw the blood rapidly leaking from your stomach and blanched. "Holy shit, Y/N, why didn't you say anything?"

"Newt-" you coughed, wincing at the blood now coming from your mouth and splattering down you front uglily. "Newt comes f-first. D-don't worry about me."

Minho scooped you up, one arm underneath your knees and the other around your shoulders, and you smiled somewhat woozily up at your best friend. Thomas, Brenda and Gally appeared to be in the middle of an argument, but you could feel reality slipping away from you.

"Guys!" Minho walked up to them. "Whatever you're arguing about, resolve it. Y/N's been shot-"

"What?!"

"-and we need to get her to the Berg." Minho continued, ignoring their concerned shouts. "So, can we please get her and Newt to safety? And save the rest of our asses too?"

"Thomas wants to go back for Teresa," Brenda explained.

"Alright, fine," Minho rolled his eyes. "Here's how this can work. Brenda runs back to Jorge and gets him to send back some more people to help Gally, who's going to carry Newt. I think can carry Y/N, she's light. Thomas, you go get Teresa and meet us on the roof of the W.C.K.D. facility, got it?"

Everyone nodded, and Minho set off, running as fast as he could with you in his arms. "I promise to you, Y/N, I will not let you and Newt be separated. Not ever."

"T-thanks, M-Minho," your breathing increased in tempo, and the pain made black spots swirl across your vision.

"Just hold on, Y/N," he squeezed you tighter, running even faster. "We're almost there."

"B-but it's g-getting really h-hard," you shivered. "A-and c-cold."

Minho frowned at the fires surrounding you, and paled when he realised you were getting closer to blacking out.

"Hang on, Y/N," he said again. "Just hang on."

"I-I'm s-so tired," you blinked slowly.

"Y/N!" you heard a familiar voice yell. You turned to see Frypan standing on the Berg's ramp.

"Get help!" Minho yelled. "Y/N's been shot, and Newt's unconscious."

Gally and Jorge came into sight, carrying Newt. You looked at him, feeling a broken tear slipping down your cheek.

"Hang on, Newt," you whispered. "You hang on, and I will too."

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