Chapter 55 Chapter Fifty-Five: Falling Into a Dark Ice Hole

Newt looked horrible, his hair pulled out in several places, revealing more red welts than bald patches.His face was covered in scratches and bruises; his shirt was torn and hung on his thin frame; his trousers were dirty with dust and blood.He seemed to have gone completely mad, and finally joined the ranks of demented patients. But he stared at Thomas, as if aware of running into an old friend. Lawrence had been talking, but Thomas only now heard what he said. "We're fine, the car was a total mess, but hopefully we can drive a few more miles to get us to the hangar." Lawrence put it in reverse, and the truck wobbled away from the concrete wall.The crunch of shattered plastic and metal, and the screech of tires shattered the momentary silence.Then he was ready to drive away, it was like hitting a button in Thomas's head.

"Stop!" he yelled. "Stop! Now!" "What?" Lawrence replied. "What did you say?" "Stop that nasty wagon of yours!" Lawrence slammed on the brakes, and Thomas got up and walked to the door.He was about to open the door when Lawrence grabbed his shirt from behind and pulled him back. "What the hell are you trying to do?" the man yelled at him. Nothing could stop Thomas now. He took out the pistol from his trouser pocket and pointed it at Lawrence. "Let me go, let me go!" Laurence let go of him and held up his hands. "Wow, kid. Calm down! Are you okay?"

Thomas turned his back. "I saw my friend over there...I wanted to see if he was all right. If there's any trouble, I'll be running back, and you're always ready to get us out of here." "Do you think that thing is still your friend?" said the pilot coldly. "Those lunatics are past the out-of-control stage. Don't you see? Your friend is nothing but an animal now, Worse than animals." "So at least a brief goodbye, huh?" Thomas replied.He opened the door and went back to the street, "Cover me if you have to, I have to see him."

"I'll kick your ass before you get on the ship, I promise you," Lawrence howled. "Come on. If those lunatics by the dump are coming this way, we'll shoot, I don't care Where is your mother or your uncle?" "Okay then." Thomas turned and walked out, tucking the pistol back into his jeans pocket.He walked slowly towards his friend, and Newt stood there alone, far away from the group of demented patients who were still fighting over the pile.From the current point of view, they seem to be quite satisfied, but not interested in him. Thomas stopped half way from Newt, the scariest thing about his friend was the crazy stare.There is madness hidden inside, it is already two festering pools, with a sick face, how could the disease develop so quickly?

"Hi, Newt. It's me, Thomas. You remember me, don't you?" Newt's eyes suddenly cleared, causing Thomas to back away in surprise. "Of course I remember you, Tommy. It annoys me that you came to see me at the Palace of Madness and that you ignored my note. I won't be completely insane for a few days." It hurt Thomas more to hear those words than to see him. "Then why are you here? Why are you with... them?" Newt looked at the lunatic, then at Thomas. "Sometimes it's good, sometimes it's bad, man, I can't explain it. Sometimes I can't help myself, I hardly know what the hell I'm doing. But a lot of times it's tickling and it's out of control and it's killing me... and make me angry."

"You feel better now, don't you?" "Yeah, I came out of the Palace of Madness and hung out with this bunch of lunatics because I didn't know what to do. They were fighting, but they were a group. You found yourself alone with no chance of anything. " "Newt, come with me this time, now. We'll take you to a safer place, a better place, so..." Newt laughed, turning his head oddly a few times as he laughed. "Tommy, you go, you go." "Come with me," Thomas begged him. "I'll tie you up and make you feel better." Newt's face suddenly turned cold, and he became angry, saying angrily, "Shut up, you traitor! Didn't you read my note? Can't you do one last bad thing for me? Mr. To be a hero? I hate you! I will always hate you!"

What he said was not true.Thomas told himself firmly, it was just talk. "Newt..." "It's all your fault! You could have stopped the first creators when they died. You could have figured out a way, but you didn't! You keep doing it, trying to save the world and be a hero. Still Yes, you came to the maze and never stopped you. All you care about is yourself! You admit it! I want everyone to remember you and admire you! If only we had thrown you into the transmission box hole!" Newt's face was almost purple, and he was yelling, spitting all over the place.He began to lumber forward, his hands clenched into fists.

"I'm going to shoot him!" Lawrence yelled from the van. "Go away!" Thomas turned around. "Don't do this! This is between me and him! Don't do anything!" He turned to Newt again, "Newt, don't do this, listen to me. I know you are fine here, I should The explanation is also explained." "I hate you, Tommy!" He was only a few feet away, and Thomas took a few steps back, and the damage Newt had done to him had become terrifying to him, "I hate you I hate you I hate you !I've done so much for you, and endured so many horrible stinking things in the maze, you can't do what I want you to do! I don't even want to see your stinky face!"

Thomas took a few steps back. "Newt, you gotta stop, they want to shoot you. Stop and listen to me! Get in the van, I'll tie you up, give me a chance!" He wasn't going to kill his friends, he was Will not. Newt screamed and charged, the launcher arcing out of the van and gliding across the pavement, clicking, but missing him.Thomas froze there, almost out of breath as Newt knocked him to the ground.He struggled for breath, but his old friend was already on top of him and pinned him to the ground. "I should have gouged your eyeballs out," Newt said, spraying Thomas all over his face. "So stupid, let me teach you a lesson. Why did you come here? You still want me to hug you, don't you?" ?Want to sit down and 'talk about the good times in the Glade', huh?"

Thomas shook his head, very frightened, and slowly reached for his gun. "You want to know why I'm limping, Tommy? Did I tell you? No, I don't think I did." "What's going on?" Thomas asked, also stalling, fingers on the weapon. "I tried to kill myself in the maze, climbing the wall half way up, then jumping off. Alby found me and dragged me back to the glade before the door closed. I hate that place, Tommy. I Hated every day, every second of being there and, besides, it's all...your...fault!" Newt twists suddenly and grabs Thomas' hand that holds the gun.He pulled it towards himself, and kept pulling it, so that the pistol was aimed at his forehead. "Now make amends! Kill me before I become an ogre! Kill me! I trusted you to give you the note! I have no one else to trust, kill me now!"

Thomas tried to free his hand, but Newt was too strong. "I won't, Newt, I can't." "You have to make amends! Repent for what you have done!" he screamed, shaking all over.Then his voice suddenly broke into an urgent, raspy whisper. "Kill me, you coward. Put an end to my misery by proving you can still do a good thing." His words terrified Thomas. "Newt, maybe we can..." "Shut up! Shut up! I trust you! Kill me immediately!" "I can not do it." "Kill me!" "I won't!" How could Newt let him do this?How could he kill his best friend? "Either you kill me or I kill you. Kill me! Now!" "Newt..." "Kill me before I become those people!" "I……" "Kill me!" Then Newt's eyes cleared, as if he'd shuddered for the last waking moment, and his voice softened. "Please, Tommy, please." Thomas's heart sank into the dark hole in the ice, and he pulled the trigger.