Description: You fight your way through WCKD's building to get Newt the cure, but when the city erupts in chaos, you are unable to find himj and Thomas.

You watched as Newts body was laid down against a wall. He was coughing up thick, black blood, and it was spilling out over his chin. The sight made you want to fall down and cry, but it also made you want to get him to the berg even more. You knew he wouldn't make it unless he got the serum, and very soon.

Thomas and Minho were standing at Newt's side, not knowing what to do. You were about five feet in front of him, staring at his limp body. Suddenly you get a very stupid idea, but it might be the only way you could save him.

He looked up at you with sad eyes. Different eyes. It wasn't your Newt anymore. Maybe he was still there somewhere deep down inside him, but it was so far gone you couldn't see it. You had to get the serum.

You stare at him for a second, a tear slipping down your cheek as you look at his pained expression, obviously trying to fight the effects of the virus. He stares into your eyes and takes a deep breath as if he's about to say something, but before any words can come out of his mouth, you jump up and sprint back towards WICKEDs crumbling building.

Minho's and Thomas's shouts of protest are drowned out by the ringing in your ears, and the distance you make in the first few seconds. Turning corners and running down streets, you avoid getting shot or blown up in all the chaos.

Panting and sweating, you make it to the front doors of WICKED's burning building. You glance up, a terrified look on your face as you see the windows on the top floors shattering from the heat, raining down glass. You screech, running into the building deciding that saving Newt was worth risking your life for.

Your lungs immediately fill with smoke, the fowl air causing you to almost cough up a lung. You lift the collar of your shirt to cover your nose, the action helping if only just a little bit. Spotting the door to the staircase, you run over to it, keeping one hand up to your face to keep your shirt pinned against your nose.

As you climb up the stairs, breathing becomes harder and harder, and your shirt becomes less helpful. Stumbling on the landing of the third floor, you fall down, landing on the ground in a heep. Your chest heaved as your lungs tried to rid themselves of the smoke, but it was no use.

Your head jerks when you hear the whole building creak, the walls straining to keep it up. You take a deep breath, wishing you could get some fresh air as you stand up, leaning against the wall for support. Please hold, please hold, please hold, you silently beg as you stumble up to the forth floor.

Pushing it open, you rush over to one of the labs, jiggling the door handle furiously, but only figuring out that it was locked. Looking around frantically, eyes squinted from the heat radiating from above you, you rush over to the wall, looking into the lab from the windows. You pound on it with your fist a few times hoping it would somehow break, but all it does is make a loud bang.

Turning your head you see one of WICKED's tazer guns (idk what their called lol) You pick it up, and bash the front into the window, causing it to shatter. Jumping into the room, you cringe when the glass cuts your hand open. You ball your hand into a fist, ignoring the pain it causes, reminding yourself that you could save Newt.

Your panting as you rush over to one of the steel cabinets that Gally had taken the serum from, pulling it open and looking inside to see nothing but empty space.

"Damnit," you scream dropping to the floor and slamming your fist. You look around, panting. It was getting hotter by the second, the building creaking again. The air was becoming close to impossible to suck in, and your skin was coated in black dust and smoke and ash. You were doubled over, straining to fill your lungs with oxygen as your shirt because useless against the smoke.

Suddenly something catches your attention out of the corner of your eye. Reaching underneath one of the steel desks, you almost leap with joy when you pull one of the vials out. It was already stuck inside a pin, so that must be why Gally didn't see it.

Your shot out of your happy thoughts when you hear a loud crash from above you. Leaping to the side something from the fifth floor falls through the ceiling, landing exactly where you were just seconds ago. The building creaks again, and a gust of smoke fills the room. A few coughs escape your lips as you search around with your hand, the smoke making your eyes practically useless. Running into tables and chairs didn't help, but eventually your hand found the shattered glass window. Mentally cheering, you braced yourself on the sides and leaped out, once again cringing when the glass dug into the gash on your palm.

You shake your head, making a fist around the vial before rolling down the stairs, practically gasping for air. Hold on Newt. Hold on. Hold on, you begged in your head.

Just as you burst out of the stairway door, the building gives its loudest creak yet, and you hear the metal beams start to snap. Without a second thought you sprint away from the building, trying to get away from the crumbling structure, and also wanting to get to Newt as fast as possible. Usually people don't look back at the explosion to look cool. You? You didn't look back at the explosion because it's not what you were focused on.

You heard the loud horrifying crash behind you, but apparently you ran fast enough, because other than the loud boom the only thing that told you there was an explosion was the small bits of rubble bouncing off your back. For two seconds you wonder if anyone was still in the building when it crashed, but the thought was quickly overpowered by the thought of saving Newt. Your legs are pumping as you sprint around the corner, making your way back to the last place you saw Newt, Thomas, Minho, and Gally.

You practically leap with joy when you recognize the corner you turned when you first left the boys. Your smile is quickly taken away when you don't see them anywhere. They were gone. After searching around frantically, you spot a small black box sitting right next to where the boys were standing when you ran off.

You quickly snatch it up from the ground when you realize it's a walkie talkie that Gally or Thomas must have left behind. With a frantic twist of a knob, and pressing a button your able to speak into the small device.

"Thomas! Thomas I have the serum! Where are you guys," you croak, the smoke lining the insides of your throat. Your panting heavily as you wait for about two seconds for a response.

"(Y/n)! You need to hurry! He's not gonna last much longer! Were at the-" suddenly the feed cuts off.

"Thomas? Thomas!" You get no response. After trying to connect a few more times with no success you throw the walkie talkie to the ground, shattering it from the force. You grip the pin tightly in your hand while you try to not cry, trying to figure out where they could have gone at the same time.

You vaguely remember the direction you had been running in before you had run back to WICKEDs building, so you keep running that way. Sprinting faster than you ever had before, your lungs begging for relief, but you were determined to save Newt.

You ran through unfamiliar streets, dodging falling bricks and other flaming debris, also watching out for crumbling buildings.

After what felt like decades, you run around a corner, finally spotting Thomas and Newt. You wanted to feel relief, but all you could to do was scream in horror at the scene before you. Thomas was holding a gun to Newt's head, and Newt didn't seem to care.

"Thomas no!" You screamed as you ran at him, completely tackling him off of Newt, but not before you heard a earsplitting gunshot. Thomas's eyes are wide when you stop rolling, suprised at what had just happened. You didn't feel any pain, and Thomas seemed to be ok, but what did the bullet hit?

You scrambled off of Thomas, crawling towards Newt, only to see a gushing gunshot wound in his chest. He was spluttering up even more black blood than he had been before, and his breathing was even heavier.

"No. No no no no no no no." You whispered under your breath over and over again, putting pressure on the wound.

"(Y/n)," he asks, seeming to regain some clarity of what was going on.

"Ya. Ya it's me," you tell him, tears starting to drip down your cheeks. Before you could do anything else, you stick the pin into his arm, even though you know it was no use at this point, you wanted his last moments of life to be as a human, not a monster.

"Wha-what are you do-doing here," he stutters over his words. "Thomas s-said the building col-colpased." You could already see the effects of the cure working on him. The black veins were fading, and the crazed look in his eyes was disappearing.

"I had to get the cure." He has a dazed look in his eyes, as if not completely sure what he was seeing at the moment. "Hey you're gonna be fine. We just have to get you to the-" he cuts you off with a cough, spitting out a glob of blood before laying back down.

You knew he wasn't going to make it, so you said the first thing that came to mind.

"Do you remember when I first came up in the box?" Your voice cracks as you brush his matted hair from his forehead. "My hair was cut up to my shoulders, and I had the ugliest teeshirt on. Do you remember that?"

His eyes shift from side to side as if trying to recall what you were talking about.

"I think so," he whispers. "You ha-had two bracelets on your left wrist, and one on the other." A grin makes it's way onto your face hearing him recall the least obvious details, things only a person in love would remember.

"I wish we could go back," he says, his eyes struggling to stay open. You give him a kiss on his forehead, leaning down to be as close to him as possible.

"I do to." The words come out as a whisper, almost scared to admit the horrifying truth.

He mutters unidentifiable nothing's, and your name over and over again until it fades away into nothingness. His heart stops pounding in his chest, and his eyes shut.

Losing him triggered something inside of you that no one else had ever been able to crack the code to, and no one would ever be able to do it again. The lock to your heart.

Omg second upload! I really liked writing this!
Anyways peace out shanks. Love you all!