Thomas Sangster/ Newt Imagines

#6 | Newt rescues you from stung Minho

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You were just on the outline of deadheads collecting wood for the bonfire the Gladers were planning to have to night when you notice Minho coming towards you. You place down the logs on the grass softly and wipe the sweat trailing down your forehead.

"Hi Minho" you say kindly toned.

Minho always seemed to be friendly towards you. But he didn't answer, as he comes closer you notice that he looks sick, his skin slightly tinted pale and the whites on his eyes had stained red.

"Minho ... are you okay?

Still no reply. The distance shortens and he is less than a metre away now. You begin to take small steps back as if it was some kind of contagious disease.

What happened next was a blur, he tackled you in a second. You rattle his chest trying to get him off you but he is too strong. His face close up looked ten times worse: rabid, possessed and eager to kill you. His strong hands grip around your throat and begin choking you and he keeps muttering a sentence under his breathe, almost chanting it, but not loud enough for you to hear or even focus on. You thrash about trying to get him to detach from you but there was no point. But you had an idea

"NEWT! HELP! SOMEONE HELP! NEWT!" you scream repeatedly until your breathe was beginning to fade and you could feel your heart slowing inside your chest.

You hope one of the gladers or your boyfriend, Newt heard you, because you wouldn't be able to shout out again. Minho's hand felt stronger than ever. You see Newt sprint in time carrying a shovel out of the corner of your eye. Without hesitation, Newt smacks Minho in the back of the head with an shovel. Minho instantly rolls off you and curls in a ball holding the back of his head in a daze and you stay put on the floor restoring the air in your lungs.

"HOLD THAT BLOODY SLINTHEAD DOWN !" Newt screamed at Frypan and Thomas who had just arrived at the scene.

They do as Newt says and hold insane Minho who had seemed to calm down to his original state now. Newt was on you in a second his body arched over your's, protecting you. Newts sandy blonde hair was messy and his brown rich eyes were wild with fear for you.

"are you alright, love?" Newt spoke in terror. Your eyes meet both reflecting the same emotions

"I think so yeah.. thanks Newt" you say appreciative he was there to save you

Newt nodded but concern for you still shone in his eyes. Before you knew it most of the Gladers were crowded in the area and Newt helped you stand to your feet.

"im sorry I- I don't know what.." Minho whimpered.

But Newt refused to show mercy to him

"Check him for a griever sting..." Newt says darkly to Frypan and Thomas and they do so without hesitation.

Newts holds your hand firmly and protectively stands partly in front of you. His raged eyes hook onto Minho

"They don't find a sting on you and you've done this for some stupid reason you're dead, got it?" Newt hisses.

Thomas soon discovers the griever sting on Minho's collarbone. A sad expression crossed over Newts face, he knew what would have to happen to his good friend Minho. Although he hated him at the time, for trying to kill you, he knew it wasn't his fault, he wasn't the same Minho. Minho of the runners would have to be banished.