"They're late."

Kneeling behind the sandstone rock, Newt was growing anxious. Crouching in the dirt beside him, Y/N tried her best to stay optimistic, but nerves ate at her stomach.
"If they're not here within the next 10 minutes, we have to move down the line. They might have hit trouble."

Nodding at her, Newt took a moment to stop glancing down at the train tracks, instead focusing his eyes on her.
They were facing each other, Newt facing the tracks and Y/N leant against the rock with her knees bent and her rifle tucked to her chest.
When he placed his warm and calloused hand on her knee, her eyes flitted back to his.
"They're not in trouble," he comforted her and himself, "We would have heard the Berg by now."

Nodding, she opened her mouth to reply but was cut off by the earthy rumbling and growl of the incoming train.
Hearing the gunshots following it, Y/N knew the plan had already begun and that Jorge and Brenda were pulling through with their side of it.
Then, the booming howls of a Berg could be heard.
"Speak of the devil..." Y/N smirked halfheartedly at Newt, who simply shook his head in reply yet with a twinkle in his eye.

Now it was their turn.
Readjusting her grip against her sniper rifle, Y/N prepared herself for the signal she knew was soon to come.
The wailing screech of metal against metal told them the carriage had been disconnected, and a short silence preceeded Thomas' echoing whistle.

Popping out from behind the rocks, Newt and Y/N's group shot forward, ready to do their part.
Throwing herself against the train beside Newt, she shielded his work with her body as she tossed her backpack to the ground.
"You good?" She checked in with him.

"All good." He replied as he lowered his goggles onto his face.

As he got to work at disconnecting the container from the rail, she set herself up in front of him.
Drawing the rifle to her shoulder, she peered down the scope at the oncoming group of soldiers.
Once they came into range, she started taking aim.

What felt like hours later, (but was probably seconds), and Newt was nearly finished on the container.

"Shit." She whispered, realising she was out of ammo; she and Vince had managed to take down 3 of the soldiers but more were steadily approaching, but 6 more were still pushing onwards.
Looking to Vince and Thomas for her cue, she saw Thomas begin to stumble back to the container and Vince slink back to her position.

"Vince!" She yelled, "I'm out."
Her desperate and oddly sad tone conveyed her unspoken meaning to Vince.

"Y/N, you don't have to do it." He called back, occasionally returning fire with his handgun.

Tossing her rifle to him, she pulled her jacket off and her jumper over her head.
"Yes, I do. I can buy you more time. I'll be fine, just look after my jumper- it's my favourite one." She tried to shoot him a reassuring smile, but was certain it looked more like a grimace.

Understanding she wasn't backing down on this, Vince knew there was no stopping her now. Gravely, he nodded at her and struggled to keep the worry and pity out of his gaze. She always hated it when he looked at her like that.

Finally, Newt noticed what she was doing when her shoes hit the floor and she was stood in the howling desert, nothing more than old grey cargo trousers and a black tank top on.
"Y/N?! What are you doing?!" He yelped confusedly over the cacophony of wind, gunfire and yells.

Pivoting back to face him, it was as if she suddenly remembered he was there.
"I promise I'll be okay, I know what I'm doing. Just follow the plan, okay?"

Leaping up with wide eyes, he gathered his used equipment hurriedly into his backpack. "What? What are you doing?"

She simply smiled softly, pushing a chaste kiss to his cheek before stepping back. He stared numbly at her.
One hand still rested on his shoulder, "Trust me," she pleaded.

Nodding at Vince, she left them and the cover of the container behind, digging her heels into the ground as she faced off the incoming danger.
Behind her, she could hear Vince yelling at Newt to get back to work and the following racket of his welding.

Hyping herself up, she shook out her hands and neck, breathing heavily through her teeth. Her heartbeat began rising, and her sadness too- she never enjoyed what followed.
Adrenaline spiking, her eyes darted up as the Y/E/C orbs suddenly began pooling with a vivid orange.
When the vibrant orange had enveloped both eyes it suddenly spiked into a dangerous green, her veins now turning black along her arms and neck.

Feeling the change starting, she began running, steadily increasing her speed the further she went until she was sprinting towards gunfire.
Leaving it until the last possible second, she felt the last stages approaching.

Leaping into the air as an 18 year old girl, the attacking soldiers seemed to stop in their tracks when a fierce panther's powerful legs slammed into the ground.

Not stopping, the black beast bounded onwards, powerful strides pushing it through the air at breakneck speeds as she evaded the hail of bullets.
Quickly reaching the first soldier, she leapt through the air, pouncing on the target and violently ripping his arm from its socket.
Blood spurted from the wound, covering Y/N's midnight fur but she didn't stop; moving on to the next soldier, this time she went for the legs- running through his knees, she threw him high into the air, high enough that when he landed a grotesque cracking was heard- the scream which followed only describable as bloodcurdling.
Barreling onwards, she continued to rip, tear and shred limbs from bodies, decimating the soldiers gathered around her.

Dully, the thudding sound of a Berg broke through her bloodstained haze...
With a crying roar, she began the desperate sprint towards the slowly rising container.
Four muscled legs thundered on the ground below her, propelling her across the desert until she was close enough.
Straggling survivors of her victims must have reached their weapons again, for the sound of bullets was heard, juxtaposing the yells of encouragement and urges to hurry came pouring down from the top of the box.

She pushed of the ground, using all her gathered momentum and adrenaline to soar through the air as fast as she could- but she wouldn't make it.
Realising this with panicked eyes, she gave one last desperate attempt- transforming midair, she reached skywards with both hands clasping at the air until multiple pairs of hands shot down and snatched her from limbo.
Grabbing her forearms with a vice-like grip, Newt, Vince and Thomas pulled her up onto the roof.

Panting desperately for air, she collapsed against the cool metal, exhausted to her bones and drenched in the crimson remnants of her rampage.
Shivering slightly, the goosebumps across her skin acted as a reminder that her clothes lay ripped to shreds hundreds of feet below them.

Curling into her naked body, she grew quickly embarrassed with her cheeks flushing rose, attempting to cover herself as best she could.
The swooshing sound of fabric was heard, and then the rough material of Vince's long jacket swept across her back, covering her from their gaze.

Finally looking up, she pulled the jacket closed around her huddled form as much as she could, clambering to control her limbs.
Shaking, she lay shell-shocked with wide eyes and trembling arms.
Hazily, she could make out the stiff form of Newt a few feet in front of her.

Struggling to collect her breath, she managed to pant out his name, "Newt..."
The sound of her calling for him seemed to break his stupor, as he shook his head and stopped staring open-mouthed at her.
Rushing to her side, he hesitantly and gently lifted her suddenly fragile torso into his lap, only stopping to take his jacket off and cover her legs.

With her cradled in his arms, he could now feel and not just see the effect that had had on her; her thudding heartbeat pulsed from beneath her flushed skin, and her rattling breath wracked her body as she tried to swallow enough air.
Unwelcome thoughts began to seep into his brain, the feel of her soft skin beneath his palms rushing blood to his face. Annoyed at himself, he forced the intrusive emotion away.

Glancing up, he noticed a frozen Thomas staring at her much in the same way he had been, but oddly Vince didn't seem affected by the revelation.

"W-what the bloody hell was that?" He snapped out, directed to no one in particular.

With harsh eyes, Vince turned to him, "Not right now, Newt. Look at her- she's exhausted."

Compassionate and anxious eyes fell onto her as he took in her weak form. This time, he couldn't seem to tear them away from her. His arms tightened around her, clasping her close to him.
"Yes, I know, but-"

Harshly, Vince stopped Newt's interrogation before it began: "Not now. She can explain everything once we're back at base."

His words didn't seem to sink in for Newt, who didn't give any reaction to Vince's words.
Seeing Newt's eyes widen even further, if that was possible, Vince darted over; "What's wrong?"

Kneeling beside Y/N, Vince scanned the length of Y/N's bloodied and shaking form with clinical eyes, scanning for wounds.
When his gaze reached the shoulders around which Newt had clasped his arms, two things caught his attention; the first was the crimson and horrifically fresh blood that was pasted over his hand, and the second was the fact that the blood was seeping out of Y/N's shoulder.

Betraying him, his eyes flickered up to Y/N's drowsy ones, taking in her paper-white skin and drooping eyes- both telltale signs of blood loss.
How did he not notice this sooner? He thought to himself angrily.

"She's wounded." He bit through a clenched jaw, sparking movement in both Thomas and Newt, whom he began giving orders to.
"Bullet wound to the shoulder. Put pressure here, and..."

The sudden frenzy above her made Y/N dizzy, with Vince's voice drifting in and out, forcing her to allow her heavy lids to snap shut over weary eyes... the last thing she heard was Newt's stressed voice pointlessly begging her to stay awake...

A/N:
Hope you guys enjoyed this one!!
Y/E/C= Your Eye Colour, in case anyone didn't know!
If anyone wants a Part Two to this, let me know in the comments as I have a few ideas swimming around in my head atm.
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Love,
Lyra Xx
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