THE ERROR (Newt Fanfiction)

Knife: Chapter 3

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Pain shoots through Kayla's face. She falls on her back, crashing to the wooden boards below her.

The breath knocked out of her, she struggles to breathe. Kayla can feel something warm streaming down her neck and cheek.

Blood. It soaks into her tank top and floods her skin. Kayla squints her eyes shut and tries to make the pain go away. Nothing works.

Then, in the blink of an eye, Gally is back on top of her. He twists her neck up, forcing his thumbs up under Kayla's chin. He presses into her windpipe, pushing downward as he locks his grip tighter. Gally's eyes flare with anger and he growls, literally growls, as he tries to choke her. Kayla can feel the pressure on her throat and she lets out slight yelps as she tries to push him off.

Her vision starts to go foggy, lights and colors dotting in front of her. She blinks rapidly to try and make it go away. Just as everything is going black, Gally is pulled off of Kayla. She can't see who by but she can hear the thump of Gally's body as he is slammed to the ground and pinned there. Shouts and yells swarm in her senses as more and more boys come flooding into the room. Slowly, she faints. 

                                        

Kayla wakes up in a room similar to the one Gally was in. It's small, but cozy. She is lying in a bed pressed against the wall in the center of the room, her pants uncomfortable under the warm sheets. Turning her head to the right with a shooting pain scorching her left cheek bone, Kayla can see no furniture except for a small bedside table holding a lamp and a short knife. Next to and above the table is a window, looking out across the Glade.

The Homestead... she's still here. Kayla sits up in her bed and listens, hearing angry whispers and annoyed mumbles coming from behind her door. 

"Gally would've bloody killed the girl!"

Newt.

"Dude it's the Changing... you know that happens"

Kayla doesn't recognize the second voice.

"Newt, listen, we aren't banishing Gally."

Alby. 

Kayla sits up straighter, a nagging ache in her spine.

Swinging her legs to the right side of the bed, Kayla looks down and grabs the short dagger. She returns her attention to the boys out in the hallway and realizes they are still arguing.

Standing up now, she struggles to straighten her back and tiptoes to the door. The knife in her left hand, Kayla places her right one on the door handle and pulls. No creeks sound and she peers down the hallway.

She sees Newt, the Asian boy from the Box, and Alby. Kayla slowly takes a few more steps out of the doorway. Newt turns immediately, his hands in front of him as in self defense, his accent stronger than ever.

"Hey, hey, hey Greenie, chill out. It's okay."

He lowers his gaze to the knife and steps forward. "Okay, Greenie-"

Kayla cuts him off.

"Stop calling me that!"

Newt nods slightly, starting over. "Okay, Kayla... hand me the knife."

Alby and the other boy step forward to help but Newt motions for them to stay back. His face gets serious. "Alright then, drop the knife, Gree-...Kayla."

Kayla scowls and drops it, letting the short blade hit the floor boards with a clang. Newt nods again. "Good... now why don't you and I go have a chat, okay?"

Kayla stiffly nods, the pain from her cheek getting worse by the second. Newt smiles and drops his hands. "Okay. Great. Come on." He walks past her, motioning with his hand for her to come. They leave Alby, the other boy, and the knife behind, climbing down the wooden stairs and stepping outside. Newt waves for her to follow him again and walks into the Deadheads.