THE ERROR (Newt Fanfiction)

Walls: Chapter 1

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Kayla opens her eyes. She breaths in a gasp of air and collapses to the ground. She yelps as cold metal slams into her body, shocking her. Kayla struggles to her hands and knees, limbs trembling. She backs against the far left corner, tucking her knees to her chin. She can see nothing. From the occasional bumps, she can tell she is moving... up.  

Her long hair hangs down past her shoulders, uncomfortable in the tight space. She presses her forehead on her hands and cries. Tears stream down Kayla's cheeks, turning stale as the minutes pass.

Suddenly, grinding metal echoes through the holed walls of the small room. Releasing herself from her grasp, she raises her gaze. Kayla's heart pounds with fear, every second worsening the feel. Two rusty metal doors open, light streaming down. She turns away and shields her face from the blinding rays. As her eyes adjust, she can see men. Boys, actually. All from the ages of 13 to around 25. They stare down at her as if she is an alien.

How did she know what an alien was?

Kayla's gaze scans the line of crowded boys, looking for one girl. Before she can find one, an Asian kid with black hair, about the age 17 it looks like, lowers a rope down, his face as astonished as the rest.

A blonde boy doesn't bother with the rope, but jumps down, his hair flipping to the left as he lands. The clang of boots against metal rings in the air and he stands fully now, looking down on her. His shadow crosses over Kayla and she trembles in fear in her corner. He reaches a hand out. She presses her back more against the corner, feeling slight pricks as sharp edges dig into her back. The blonde boy motions again for her to grab his hand.

"Come on then. Haven't got all bloody day, Greenie."

His voice is thick with accent and she swallows, a lump in her throat. She reaches out a trembling hand and slightly touches his, he squeezes tightly and yanks her to her feet. The boy nods slightly, sighing and uses the rope this time to climb out, motioning for her to do the same.

The silence deafens her ears as the boys stare at her. She grips onto the rope, feeling the loose ends poke her skin and she places her feet on the knot at the end. As she starts to climb, her tired limbs give way and she slips, falling to the ground. Her back slams down first, the five foot drop knocking the wind out of her. She can hear snickers and laughs, some boys are mumbling. 

"Why is there a girl?"

"She's hot"

"She can't even climb a rope"

"Look at that shank"

Anger ripples through her, even though she doesn't understand half the things they are saying. She quickly climbs to her feet. Kayla grabs the rope and climbs out in two strides.

Grass presses against her hands and she can smell farm animals and lush green undergrowth. She gets to her feet, fear returning. The crowd of boys stops her from seeing around and she runs forward, pushing herself through two of them. She runs for about 20 more feet and stops.

Walls. Maybe 200 feet high. Stone. Ivy growing. A perfect square. A gap in the middle. Open.

She spins around to face the boys and her heart leaps to her throat as the blonde is already two feet away from her. His face twists in confusion as if he is just realizing her gender.

"A girl?"

He turns back to his friends and some of them shrug, the rest just staring at Kayla. Another boy with dark skin, this one older, steps forward and reaches his hand out.

"Alby."

She refuses to shake his hand and turns back to the blonde kid. He is staring at her. After about 1 second of them looking at each other he shakes his head as if clearing his thoughts. "Oh right then, um sorry... yeah..."

His accent lines out all of his words and she can hear him swallow as he reaches out his hand;  Alby had already dropped his to his side.

"Names Newt."

All Kayla can do is look at his brown eyes and then she yells at herself inside for getting distracted. She shakes her head. "Where am I?" Kayla's eyes widen as she hears her voice, so demanding and dangerous. Newt sighs as his arm drops to his side as well and he leans on a large stick in his left hand. He opens his mouth to speak, but Alby beats him to it.

"This is the Glade." He narrows his eyes. "And you are a suspect."