Staying Put: Kill Me (Part 8?)
If Newt still had his gun he would have shot himself in the head right there. He knew he was alive, knew that something had saved him, again. He didn’t want to be saved. He never wanted to be saved. He didn’t need to be saved. How hard is it to shoot someone in the damn head? It’s a pretty big target. How do you mess that up?
He sat up, glaring at the white room, a doctor inside. They looked at him and went to say something but Newt just flipped them off.
“Slim it. I don’t need you to tell me what bloody happened and no I’m not grateful that you shucks saved. Get me an IV with either a really good drug or poison to kill me with, you can decide.”
He finally looked at the lady who stared at him in shock, he just gave her a blank expression before sighing and standing up from his bed. He walked over to the door, raising an eyebrow as he found it was unlocked and he stepped out of the room. He was in a clean sweater and jeans, which he was thankful for because it was cold as hell in the hallways. His shoes were gone, much to his disappointment. On a whim he opened a door, looking into the room to see it was a storage room.
Newt rolled up his sleeves, seeing that all the bandages were gone along with his black veins. He walked up to a locked glass door, staring detached at the contents, eyes landing on a bottle that looked like a thick liquid. He grabbed a metal chair and slammed it into the glass without a second thought, grabbing the bottle and sighing quietly as it sloshed against the walls.
Not morphine but it was definitely something. He looked at the small writing on the back, popping it open as he saw the word alcohol, not really caring if it was drinkable or not. He drank it, walking out of the room to see people walking by. Sirens went off and he sighed, getting a bit annoyed at all these security breaches. He followed the crowd in the direction they were running to, sipping from his bottle as he walked. An explosion made the building shudder.
I wonder who that could possibly be.
He hummed quietly, his body feeling numb as he watched the WCKD staff be shot at.
“Newt?!”
It was Gally. Of course it was. He ran over to him, covering him as he took out more of the staff.
“You’re supposed to be-”
“Dead? Yeah, I’m disappointed too. What the hell are you shanks doing here?”
“Saving the immunes and Thomas.”
“Oh he got caught?”
“As part of the plan. You’re not sour about us leaving you in the berg, right?”
He laughed, giving Gally a warm smile.
“No of course not!”
He smashed the bottle into the side of his head and grabbed the launcher from him as he staggered back, clutching his bleeding head.
“Is what I would say if I was a bitch.”
He shot him in the chest, launching him backwards with the jet of electricity. He walked over and looked down at his seizing body.
“You just stay here, it’s for the best, you could blow the whole thing.”
He said sweetly, using the words that his ‘friends’ had said to him. He knew he was being insanely petty but he just couldn’t find it in him to care. They had left him behind again, he had been saved, again. He was sick of it.
“And just to put it on record, this is very personal.”
He stepped over him and slipped past the fighting, humming softly to himself, the alcohol making him feel calm and slightly fuzzy though he’d only drank half of the bottle. The next person he ran into was Ava Paige and he grinned as he spotted her.
“Newt? You should be recovering not-”
“Where’s Tommy?”
He asked, voice void of any emotions, standing right next to her, glaring, his launcher aimed at her heart.
“Why would I-”
“Because I know you shanks have him. Where is he? And God save you if you don’t tell me I will shoot you so many times your heart will have to restart three times before it finally kills you.”
He hissed and the Chancellor's face paled at his threat.
“He’s going back into the maze to get the rest of the immunes. We don’t need them anymore, there’s a flat tram from them to escape through.”
“You don’t need them?”
“No, we have enough data.”
“Oh, then where is the flat tram?”
She gave him directions and he walked around her, hearing her sigh of relief. He turned around and shot her in the back, watching her fall flat on her face before he walked away, humming again. He followed her directions and sure enough, there was Tommy, helping people get inside the flat tram. Newt looked behind him and saw Janson who stared in rage at the boy.
“YOU! YOU MISERABLE CHILD!!”
The Crank screamed and Newt shot him, aiming at the other two nameless guards.
“Give me your goddamn guns or I’ll break your legs with my own shucking hands.”
Instead, they pointed them at him. A shot rang out from behind him and one fell, blood shooting out of their forehead. Newt turned around and there was Thomas, looking at Newt like he was seeing the dead, relief filling his eyes as he walked up to him, looking like he wanted a hug but Newt hefted up his launcher and pointed at him, making Thomas freeze.
“I begged you. I trusted you.”
“Newt, I shot you.”
“And you managed to not kill me.”
Thomas looked at him, hurt.
“I don’t understand your pain, Newt, but dying is definitely not the right answer to get away from it. Please, come with us, we can recover from this, together.”
“Together? Like how we went into Dever together or how we went together to get our friends? That type of together?”
His voice was cold, slowly turning into pain and anger. He was so sick of them leaving him but not letting him leave them.
“I’m sick of it! I’m sick of waking from nightmares and having to see them again! I hate the feeling of knowing I will never see Alby or Lizzy or my parents ever again! There’s no place in this goddamn hell hole of a world that is safe from those fucking nightmares! I DON’T WANT TO LIVE LIKE THIS ANYMORE!”
Hot tears ran down Newt's face and his grip turned white on his weapon, staring at Thomas.
“Please don’t make me stay here Tommy. I can’t do it anymore.”
The launcher slipped out of his hands and hit the floor loudly and Thomas rushed forward, wrapping him in a hug and falling to the floor with the boy’s body as Newt sobbed in Thomas’s chest, clutching to his shirt. He stayed silent, fingers tangling into his blonde hair to keep him close, pressing his forehead to his head as he fought back his own tears.
“Don’t make me do this again, Newt. Stay with me, please. We can work through this, and I won’t leave you behind again.”
Newt didn’t respond, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs. Minho ran over as the building shuddered again.
“We have to go!”
He picked up Newt, who didn’t protest, as they ran into the flat tram. Gally barely managed to make it in time before the building collapsed.
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Nah my pussy is the final boss, i used to hold in my piss for hours when i was young, not for any reason more just random circumstances that was extremely regular for some reason. One time holding it in on a bus going between two countries in europe for nearly 24hours. I was always using cheap nasty soap and i was always dirty when i was a kid for one reason or another. Not to mention i was weird and always performing experiments down there and poking around with stuff i shouldnt because i had nothing better to do/left unsupervised as a child. In desperation I have also masterbated with objects as a tween that would turn your hair white
Like i swear i could rub mud in there rn and nothing would happen
That thing can take a beating 😭
Tmi but ive only ever had 1 uti and that was because i had explosive diarrhea and it splashed up into my pussy and the drinkable medication was literally like dish soap, it was NOSTY
Im clean and stuff, im not as beastly as i sound i promise but ive got an iron pussy like the iron gut of someone who eats gas station pickled eggs
Bringing immaculate vibes to the function from this anon i feel lol
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random non - edible / non - drinkable things ive eaten / drank ! ( just the ones i remember ) ( ( almost ) all images are merely illustrative )
1 - soap
yummy yummy
2 - bath foam
↑ exactly this one - at least 4 times
3 - this thing , idk the name in english
2 / 3 times
4 - a little piece of my wall
yes thats my wall
5 - small pieces of ruler and pen
no , not good
6 - pen ink
it was accidental but still
7 - modeling clay
yummy yummy i love it
8 - paper
literally nothing
9 - deodorant ( roll - on and spray )
10 - urine
well . ate least 3 / 4 times . its not good .
11 - blood
yummy so good
12 - skin
mhe
13 - fingernail
ew
i want to increase my list , any ideas ?
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