Encountering the Blades: a Newt Fanfiction

She's got Bloody Spirit

You are hurling up into the air at increasing speed in some sort of metal box. As the cold metal continued to touch the bare skin on your arms, you shivered and became increasingly uneasy.

“HELP!” you tried yelling, “Someone?...PLEASE!”.

No one. After about 10 minutes of sitting in that cold dreaded box, screaming until your throat was raw, you gave up.

Seconds later, tears started streaming down your face, as you curled into the fetal position in the corner of the rather small box. Sitting... waiting, that’s the worst part of it all.

After about an hour of you being in the box to what you can recall, the box comes to a halting stop, making your body jump a few inches in the air.

You tried again, your heart racing, “Hello...? Someone, please....” The top of the box starts to move, as two panels that were once connected now slide apart.

You attempt to look up out through the opening in the box, but as soon as you open your eyes, they close again. You attempted again and were able to see a little bit if you squinted, only letting small amounts of light pass through your corneas at a time.

“Goddamn it,” you mutter.

Once your eyes got a little more adjusted to the light around you, you opened them all the way and were shocked to be sitting in front of a group of around 50 boys staring down at you like you’re some kind of lost puppy. 

“Welcome to the Glade... Greenie,” says a blonde boy who jumps down into the box you were seated in.

You angrily grab the boy by the shoulders and yell in his face, questioning him, “WHERE THE HELL AM I.”

“Woah, slow down Greenie, its ok.”

“I said, where. Am I.”

“We’ll tell you later, just slim it.”

You stomp on his foot with the heel of your foot, and grind his toes into the ground, smiling at him. “How’s that for later? I ask a question; I expect an answer.”

You continue on spitting out your words with more anger and spite in each word. “Now answer the damn question.”

The blonde boy starts to charge at you with his fists but is blocked by a darker skinned boy who appears to be the oldest. 

“That’s enough Gally,” the darker skinned boy says to the blonde, and then continues to you, “No need for more violence, its ok, you’re in a place called the Glade. We’re not gonna hurt you... Er- Well most of us,” he glances over to Gally with a slight glare.

You were going to say something else when you heard a murmur amongst the crowd of remaining boys. You climbed up out of the box and yelled.
“If someone’s got something to say, then say it to my face.”

“Greenie, its oka-,” the dark-skinned boy tried to speak, but then the murmurer interjected.

“its fine Alby, no shame in telling the woman what I got to say now is there?” the figure emerges from the cluster and features start to become visible.

He was quite tall and slim, yet muscular at the same time. He was wearing tan and brown clothing, and his hair laid so elegantly on the top of his head, dipping down onto his forehead at points.

“I said, ‘She’s got bloody spirit. Wonder how long until it’s gone.”

“And why’s that?” you inquire.

“No reason, you just seem like the type.”

You step closer to the tall boy, gritting your teeth ever so slightly, and subconsciously your hands curl into fists.

“Now what the hell is that supposed to mean.”

“Woah, I’m not trying to fight, cool your jets Greenie.”

“Yeah, whatever”, you sigh, relaxing your body and moving on from the situation.

The older, dark-skinned boy comes up to you, “Alby, by the way, here let me show you around the pla-“

“Alby... uh... we have a problem over here,” says a smaller boy near the group of about fifteen others.

“oh shuck, well, I guess Newt will give you the tour instead,” Alby turned and yelled out to someone, “Newt, get your butt over here!”

Newt comes slowly walking over to Alby clearly not threatened at all by the strong boy.

And what do you know... it’s the blonde who decided to make snarky comments about you. 

“Alby....” he looks at you and sniggers, “Greenie. What'd you need”

Alby responds with, “Some shanks need me for something, so I need you to give our Greenie here a tour of the place.”

“Sure thing boss,” Newt says sarcastically, and Alby walks off.

You glare at Newt once Alby has walked out of your field of vision, and the blonde notices and starts talking again, “Okay. Listen Greenie, I sure don’t want to do this, but as you can see I don’t really have a bloody choice now do I.”

“Is there a point to this or-,” you tried to speak.

“The point is... we need to somehow get along because you may have not noticed this yet, but you’re gonna be here for a while.”

“Fine,” you say through gritted teeth.

“Now that’s the spirit!” exclaimed a now happy Newt. “So, as Alby and Gally have both said already, this is the Glade. 

“psh- stupid name,” you interject.

“Okay yeah whatever, slim it, Greenie, or ill have to make you, and trust me, you don’t want me to,” the tall boy retorted.

“Hold on...” you thought for a second, “why does everyone keep calling me Greenie, my name is- my name is...”

“It’ll come back to you in a couple hours, maybe days,” Newt informed you.

You stopped talking after that.