Trying to keep your voice steady, you ask "What about the rain? Why should I fear the rain?"
The woman grips your face harder, squeezing your skull so hard it feels as if it might break. Your whole body is shaking in fear as shooting pain rakes through your head.
"Rain rain go away... fear the rain... " She murmurs softly.
Your head starts to spin as the woman continues to squeeze the sides of your face as if it's a balloon she's trying to pop. Your stomach bubbles viciously with nausea as the smell of her rotting flesh invades your senses.
"FEAR THE RAIN!" She screams, violently lifting your body away form the wall, only to slam you right back into it. "FEAR THE RAIN! FEAR THE RAIN! FEAR THE RAIN!" She screams again and again, slamming you into the wall with each repetition of the phrase.
Pain streaks through your nervous system like a rain fire down your back. You can't even hear yourself scream under the deafening, grinding roar of the crazed woman.
Your heart jumps into your throat as a gunshot tears through the room.
The woman gasps, releasing her grip from your head. She stumbles backward a step, her pale eyes wide with shock, before falling to the ground.
Your whole body trembles as you crouch to the ground beside her.
As she lays on the ground, pitch black blood begins to stain her already filthy shirt as she takes in sharp erratic breaths. She then she closes her eyes, a small psychotic smile forming on her lips as she begins to sing sweetly,
"Rain rain go away, please... come back... another day..." Her last words barley a whisper.
Her whole body relaxes and then she's gone.
You look up at the boys and see Newt standing defensively with a gun in his outstretched hand. He killed her. Your senses are so full of terror, confusion, pain and exhaustion that it muffles your thoughts, leaving your mind numb and your emotions raw.
"What the shuck was that!?" You shout at Newt who immediately changes his demeanor. His protective determination slips away, leaving only confused and hurt anger.
"She was hurting you!"
"And you killed her!"
"She would've bloody killed you!"
You roll your eyes, "I don't care about me. She could've helped us! She was trying to tell me something!"
"I care about you! You could've died!" He pauses, hanging his head low, unable to look you in the eye. "I can't bloody loose you, y/n." He adds softly, almost sounding defeated as his voice cracks with passion and concern. He then shakes his head and storms out of the room, leaving you gaping after him.
Newt just said he cares about you, he 'likes you' kind of cares.
He also just killed a woman.
Although now that you're getting a better look at her, it's clear that she was a crank.
He saved your life.
Your head is swimming with so many emotions and thoughts that you don't even hear Minho walk up behind you.
"You did tell him how you feel about him, right? Back in the Maze?" He asks softly, as not to startle you.
You turn to face him slowly, still unable to fully comprehend everything that just happened. "I... I don't know..." You pause. You never did tell Newt. You were about to tell him went everything in the Maze started to change. That was when Teresa showed up and after that it never seemed like the right time.
"No, I never got the chance." You finally answer, only then looking Minho in the eye.
His face sinks into disappointment. Newt is his best friend, he knows how this is killing him.
"You're kidding me right? You has plenty of chances, you're just scared!" Minho snaps.
You scoff, shocked that Minho would ever think that of you.
"No-"
"Don't try and justify yourself, Y/n, you're scared for no reason! You've fought Grievers, and injuries, and fires, and now a crazy crank-lady, and anything else you could ever think of, you've fought and won. You have no reason to be scared." Minho argues.
"I'm not scared!" You shout, leaving in close to his face.
"Then you must not really like him. If you liked him you would tell him." Minho states pointedly, "You know, I don't blame you. Newt is annoying. His accent is disgusting, his face is disturbing. He's horribly rude and just slows us down with all of his complaining."
Your jaw drops along with all of the boy's standing behind Minho.
"How could you say that!?" You retort, "This is Newt you're talking about! Gentle, sweet, caring Newt! Newt with the deep eyes so full of wisdom. Newt with the smile that could chase away any storm. Newt with the mind that can solve any problem. This boy who supports and protects us! The guy who can always make me laugh and always knows what to say! Of course I like Newt! And I'm most certainly not scared!" You shout.
Suddenly you realize exactly what you just said. You just confessed in front of everyone except Newt. Heat starts to rise in your cheeks from embarrassment.
"Prove to me that you're not scared." Minho demands, "And go tell him."
You bite your lip and nod. You should've seen this coming. Of course all of that stuff Minho said was a ruse to get you to confess. He really is brilliant under that thick skull.
"Fine." You say, in mock annoyance. Just before you walk out the door to find Newt, you turn and give Minho a soft smile, as a sort of 'thank you'.
God blesses those who's hearts are pure, for they will see God. Matthew 5:8
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The First Gladers; Into the Scorch
Fanfiction(Newt X Reader) The second book of "The First Gladers". A Newt imagine that started from the very beginning. After Y/n and five others woke up in the Maze, the First ever Gladers, they had to work together, fighting all the horrors Wicked could th...