Remembrance (Newt X Reader)

Chapter 1~ Welcome To The Glade

The first thing you remember waking up to was darkness. Darkness, and an eerie creaking sound that echoed throughout the room.

You sat up, letting out a quick, sharp gasp.

Where were you?

You tried to speak, but the words got jumbled up, and just came out as a kind of strangled scream, like someone had taken them and stuffed them roughly back down your throat.

"H-hey!" you sputtered, pulling yourself up on shaking legs, using the grated wall for support. Beads of sweat ran down your neck and forehead, despite the freezing cold air that was rushing past you, and you stumbled backward as your room hit some kind of bump that shook the floor.

You were moving. Fast.

"H-help!"

Your head was pounding.

The small room continued to shoot upwards, and you fell onto your hands and knees, unable to keep your balance any longer. It was in this way, you scrambled over to the nearest corner and pulled your knees to your chest.

It was nauseating, the sinking feeling you got as you sat there, in the pitch dark, listening to the grinding of mental and trying not to fall over at every little bump or lurch. You were pretty sure you'd been moving up for a good amount of time... maybe half an hour.

Really, there was no way to tell. The minutes stretched into hours. The seconds felt like years.

You racked your brain for any memory -- any recollection of how you could have gotten into this situation, but nothing came. Anything you tried to recall from before the moment you woke up was muddied and unrecognizable.

A loud, blaring alarm brought you back to your senses, and you tried to stand up again, but failed miserably as your box came to a sharp halt, throwing you headfirst into the grating on the opposite side of the room. You groaned, rubbing your bruised cheek tenderly, tasting the metallic tang of blood on your swollen lip.

A thin line of light appeared in your peripheral vision, and you looked up to see it shining right down the middle of the ceiling. Muffled voices sounded from outside, and you felt relief flood through you. Your ride was over, and now you knew you weren't alone.

The line expanded and light flooded your room. This was a huge contrast from the darkness you were huddled in for so long, and your hands flew over your face to shield your eyes. From the hole above, you could make out a group of figures crowded together, and looking down at you. They were murmuring amongst themselves.

You tried to focus your vision, but the effort only made you dizzy, and you squeezed your eyes shut to try and soothe your spinning head. A clang sounded beside you, and you jumped in alarm.

"A-another one?" 

Someone was leaning over you. You buried your head in your knees, refusing to look up at them.

"What's she look like?

"Are they just sending us girls now?"

Everyone started shouting and whooping all at once. You felt like crying.

"Is she okay?" an authoritative voice resounded clearly above the rest.

"Hey, you alright?" a voice sounded in your ear. It was masked by a thick, strange accent, and you furrowed your brows in confusion but didn't answer.

Another clang shook the entire cage.

"Hey!" someone else called. They grabbed your arm roughly and pulled you to your feet. You yelped in protest.