Remembrance (Newt X Reader)

Chapter 3~ One Day In The Pit

Alby's tour of the Glade had taken over an hour, and you were exhausted by the time you'd finished. Now, you sat, leaning against the wooden wall of the kitchen, trying to ignore the sun as it beat down on you. Alby had told you it never rained in the Glade. Never snowed. In fact, the weather never really changed at all. The sun would rise at the same time every morning, and set at the same time in the evening.

You'd been swarmed with questions from all sides, until Newt and Alby ordered everyone to leave you alone. Now, these few minutes of silence were golden, and you tried to savor them as much as you could, even with the continuing bustle of work going on around you. You looked around at the solid stone walls, a sudden feeling of claustrophobia washing over you.

Pushing yourself to your feet took some effort, but you did, and began striding towards the closest entrance. The wind seemed to add to the eeriness, and a dull echo sounded as you neared the large doors. A cool breeze ruffled your hair, and you brushed the stray strands that stuck to your sweaty face out of your eyes.

It felt almost like... it was calling you. You wanted to go deeper -- to explore it. To see what was waiting out there.

You were now so close to the wall, you could reach out and touch it.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing Greenie?" a voice sounded near you. You snapped out of your trance and turned to see who'd spoken. It was the Asian kid you remembered from when you'd first gotten here, Minho. He was walking briskly out through the doors, into the Glade. Sweat was dripping into his eyes, and his clothes were drenched. He pulled up the brim of his shirt to wipe his forehead.

"I-I was just looking," you stuttered, backing up a few steps.

"Well, I think you've done enough looking for one day," he said, glaring at you. "You'd better run on back to Alby or somebody. You should know no one's allowed in the Maze by now." You cocked an eyebrow.

"Maze?"

Minho let out a frustrated sigh, setting a hand roughly on your shoulder and pulling you back towards the center of the Glade. He smelled like sweat and dust.

You shoved him off, a sudden anger pulsing through you.

"Then, why did you just come out?" you asked loudly, glowering at him. He sucked in a breath, and you heard him mutter something about having a talk with Alby later.

"I'm a Runner, shuck-face! I risk my life, going out there every day, trying to find a way out of this hellhole! You could be a little more grateful!" You were slightly taken aback by his attitude. This was a completely different boy than the one you'd first met when you'd woken up. His eyes were wild, and he was inhaling in large, gasping breaths; at that moment, he looked anything but kind.

By now, a few boys had run over to greet Minho and were clustered around you and him, whispering together quietly.

"Oh, so you think you're better than the rest of us, huh? That you're all high and mighty?" the boy scoffed.

"More so than you."

You were done with this shank.

Reaching forward, you place two hands on his chest and shoved. Hard. He stumbled back, looking at you in disbelief. You knew he was much stronger than you were, but you weren't one to back down from a challenge, and you definitely didn't like this kid's attitude.

"You shouldn't have done that," he muttered, grabbing your wrist as you brought it down to hit him again and twisting it. You yelped in pain, latching onto his arm with your free hand, and digging your fingernails into the flesh.

"Let go!" you screamed, bringing your knee up fast in a desperate effort to free yourself. It found its mark, and Minho let go of you as he sunk to the ground, clutching his groin and moaning in pain.