Newt ~ Hero

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You wake up pretty calmly but that changes completely when you feel shaking and can see nothing. You panic and begin to hyperventilate as you try to get up. You successfully stand up with the help of some holes in the wall and realize that that you're in a box. It smells of sweat and something else... poop? When you hear an animal squeal and loose your balance and crash to the floor. You're sweating profusely when a strangled cry erupts from your lips. "HELP!" The cry tears out of the back of your throat and you swallow to cool the burning there. Suddenly the cage grinds to a stop and you're glad you didn't attempt to stand again because you surly would have been thrown to the ground. The box slowly opens and a blinding light invades the darkness you have grown accustomed to. You throw your arm up to block the blinding light and squint as someone jumps into the box with you.

A boy gasps and exclaims, "It's a girl!" You notice he has a nice British accent but you don't have enough time to analyze your thoughts before a ton of male voices invade.

"What does she look like?"

"Is she hot?"

"A girl?!"

"I all dibs!"

You clamber to my feet and silence them with a few words. "Shut up!" That's literally all it takes. But then there are cat calls and whistles.

"I like her."

"She's feisty, I like that."

That scares you and you whimper softly but the boy in the box must have heard you because he tells everyone to shut up and to go back to work. They shuffle away and when they're finally all gone you turn around and are shocked at how gorgeous this human being is. He's about 5'11, very willowy, and has chocolate brown eyes and golden blond hair.

"Are you ok?" He asks concerned.

You shiver but nod.

"Good that," he says. You both climb out of the box and he gives you a tour. He tells why you can't remember anything, about all of the jobs, and the three rules. Don't harm another glader, do your part, and never leave the glade. After, that he leaves you with a chubby kid with curly brown hair and brown eyes. He tells you his name is Chuck and that he was sent up here a month before you were. You guys head over to the meadhall to get dinner and begin to eat your sandwiches.

"Hey greenie!" Someone calls. You look up and see a guy with weird eyebrows addressing you.

"Yeah?" You call trying to sound indifferent while your hands are clenching and unclenching nervously under the table.

"What's your name?"

You relax because you remembered hours ago. You grin and reply easily, "It's Y/n."

"Well Y/n, welcome to the glade!" He calls.

"Thanks," you reply. When dinner is done you walk to the deadheads looking for some time alone. You don't walk to far into it but just enough where you have the privacy you want. You look around and notice how peaceful everything is here: the large green leaves, the beautiful yellow dandelions, and the little river. You smile to yourself and begin to walk back but you hear a rustling. You pause nervously but when you don't hear it again, you begin to walk back but at a faster pace. And then you're running because you hear fast footsteps behind you.

"AHH!" You scream as your attacker knocks you off your feet. "Get off of me!!" You yell.

"You did this," a boy you haven't seen before says slowly and insanely. His eyes are looking at you crazily and his hands tremble every so often.

"No, no I didn't. I swear! HELP ME!" You yell again. "PLEASE SOMEONE, ANY-" your cut off as he hits you across the face. You blink dizzily as you hear pounding footsteps and suddenly someone hits him off of you with a shovel. You scramble away, everything tilting and swirling into a jumble of different colors.

"Hey, hey it's alright. I've got you," Newt cradles me in his arms. "It looks like he hit you pretty hard. Just take deep breaths and you'll feel better."

"Thanks, Newt," you smile a little bit.

"Of course Y/n, I won't let anyone hurt you like that again."

You smile a bit and as you slowly drift off into sleep, you feel Newt pressing his lips softly to your forehead.

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