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skye_writerSo in Uprising, Newt's mind has been taken over to some degree or another by the Precursors, and he helps bring about the climax's kaiju disaster. He gets captured at the end of the movie, and he's locked up. This fic is kind of exploring how that happened and then what happened after. This little scene is an after scene.
(Note: "Alice" is a partial kaiju brain that Newt has been drifting with, evidently (to my eyes anyway) to allow the Precursors constant control of him.)
Hermann stepped around the chair and gingerly lowered himself into it. He looked down as he tapped his cane on the floor between them, before placing his other hand atop the cane's head. Then he looked into Newt’s eyes. “Is Newton still alive?” he asked.
They still grinned nastily with his mouth, and They opened it and spoke with his voice. “What do you think, Hermann?”
There was a flicker in Hermann’s eyes that Newt almost didn’t recognize. But then Hermann blinked and it was gone. “I suspect Newton has been gone for quite some time,” he replied.
They just smiled.
“I met ‘Alice,’ by the way,” Hermann continued. “The neural bridge you’ve been using was quite an improvement over his first. I’d be impressed if you didn’t utterly disgust me.”
“You say that like he didn’t always disgust you,” They said. “His love for our soldiers always disgusted you, didn’t it? And now he’s gone—“
“Then I have nothing further to say to you,” Hermann said, and he began to lever himself out of his seat.
“No, Hermann, wait—“
“You may act like him,” Hermann continued as he stood up, “but you will never fool me again. Goodbye.”
And then suddenly Newt was himself again. “Aaaagghh!” He could feel his body again, he looked through his eyes and controlled his expressions and he could talk—
“Hermann you have to listen to me,” he said, half stumbling over the words.
“I will not—“
“Goddammit, Hermann!” Newt shouted, and that got his attention. “You have to listen to me, I don’t know if they’re coming back—I just—you can’t let me go, not ever, do you understand?”
“Newton—“
“No, listen to me,” Newt said, “you have to destroy all the kaiju brains. Alice, the hind- and forebrains of the big guy, every specimen in a museum, you have—aaugh—they’re—they’re coming back, Hermann—you have to—“
Newt’s body jerked as if he’d been hit by a blow, and he found himself in the back of his mind again, watching as They raised his head and grinned again at Hermann. “And here we thought he’d try to help himself,” They said.
“He’s better than you ever gave him credit for,” Hermann said softly.
“We’ll get out of here,” They said. “With your help or without it. War is coming and he helped start it. We’ll get out of here even if our soldiers have to tear this world apart.”
“You won’t,” Hermann replied. “I’ll make sure of it.”
(Note: "Alice" is a partial kaiju brain that Newt has been drifting with, evidently (to my eyes anyway) to allow the Precursors constant control of him.)
Hermann stepped around the chair and gingerly lowered himself into it. He looked down as he tapped his cane on the floor between them, before placing his other hand atop the cane's head. Then he looked into Newt’s eyes. “Is Newton still alive?” he asked.
They still grinned nastily with his mouth, and They opened it and spoke with his voice. “What do you think, Hermann?”
There was a flicker in Hermann’s eyes that Newt almost didn’t recognize. But then Hermann blinked and it was gone. “I suspect Newton has been gone for quite some time,” he replied.
They just smiled.
“I met ‘Alice,’ by the way,” Hermann continued. “The neural bridge you’ve been using was quite an improvement over his first. I’d be impressed if you didn’t utterly disgust me.”
“You say that like he didn’t always disgust you,” They said. “His love for our soldiers always disgusted you, didn’t it? And now he’s gone—“
“Then I have nothing further to say to you,” Hermann said, and he began to lever himself out of his seat.
“No, Hermann, wait—“
“You may act like him,” Hermann continued as he stood up, “but you will never fool me again. Goodbye.”
And then suddenly Newt was himself again. “Aaaagghh!” He could feel his body again, he looked through his eyes and controlled his expressions and he could talk—
“Hermann you have to listen to me,” he said, half stumbling over the words.
“I will not—“
“Goddammit, Hermann!” Newt shouted, and that got his attention. “You have to listen to me, I don’t know if they’re coming back—I just—you can’t let me go, not ever, do you understand?”
“Newton—“
“No, listen to me,” Newt said, “you have to destroy all the kaiju brains. Alice, the hind- and forebrains of the big guy, every specimen in a museum, you have—aaugh—they’re—they’re coming back, Hermann—you have to—“
Newt’s body jerked as if he’d been hit by a blow, and he found himself in the back of his mind again, watching as They raised his head and grinned again at Hermann. “And here we thought he’d try to help himself,” They said.
“He’s better than you ever gave him credit for,” Hermann said softly.
“We’ll get out of here,” They said. “With your help or without it. War is coming and he helped start it. We’ll get out of here even if our soldiers have to tear this world apart.”
“You won’t,” Hermann replied. “I’ll make sure of it.”
