Born to Run (Newt X Reader)

Pain and Banter

Ringing.

     Thats all you could hear. Nothing but ringing.

     Your heart was pounding, and your chest heaved as you sucked in terrified breaths. Your body was warm and sticky, and you were afraid to open your eyes. But you knew you had to.

     Ever so slowly you managed to pull your eyelids apart, and you almost gagged at the sight before you. Dust floated around you, obscuring your view of the other Gladers. Unfortunately, it didn't hide the view in front of you. The machete was embedded deep in the boar's skull, blood dripped down the blade and as you looked down at yourself you were horrified to see the same substance splattered over your body.

     Slaughter.

     You remembered what that was. You had seen it before. You just couldn't for the life of you remember where. The pounding in your heart began to fade, and your hearing was quickly coming back to you. Gladers shouted in worry, and as the dust began to clear you caught sight of Newt leaping the fence, Alby, Gally and Minho not far behind. "Greenie!" you heard a British voice call, "Greenie can you hear me?" You lifted your head, hands still shaking as you carefully unfurled your fingers from around the blades handle.

     "Does this still count as catching the boar? Because I don't think slaughter duty is quite my thing," you questioned in an attempt to make light of the mood. Your voice was shaking slightly, and you had to take deep breathes in an attempt to calm yourself.

     "Bloody h*ll Greenie," Newt laughed in relief, "You gave us all quite the scare."

     "Shuck yeah you did! Gally looked like he was going to klunk himself!" Minho added as he gestured to the redhead beside him.

     "I was not," Gally growled, crossing his arms over his chest and looking away.

     "I think," Alby began, lending you a hand in getting to your feet, "You should spend some time with the Track-hoes tomorrow. I think that might be a little safer."

     You couldn't help but screw your face up slightly, in your opinion gardening didn't sound much better. Alby laughed slightly at your expression. "Once your hips healed. We can try you out as a Builder if you really hate being a Track-hoe." You shrugged, soon wincing at the pain in your side. Glancing down you noticed a clean cut through the fabric of your shirt, and blood was quickly seeping from the wound. "Well that's pleasant," Newt grimaced, "I'll take her to the Med-jacks." Alby nodded and Minho slapped you on the back.

     "Come on Greenie."

     The boys surrounding the pigpen began to disperse as you hobbled after Newt. Making sure to keep your head held high. The pig incident had kind of crushed your pride a little.

     You arrived at the Homestead fairly quickly, and Newt held the door open before following you inside. He led you to a cosy looking room where two boys flitted about. One you recognised to be Jeff. "Lemme guess another slicer got themselves hurt?" the boy you were yet to learn the name of turned around with a smile. "Oh," surprise crossed his face, "It's the Greenie." You nodded with a blank look before narrowing your eyes at him. Waiting to introduce himself.
Jeff stepped in with a roll of his eyes. "This is Clint," he chuckled, smacking the brunet upside the head, "And you already know I'm Jeff. What can we do for you today?"

     "The Greenie tried going for the big one. Take a guess at how that played out," Newt laughed causing you to frown.

     "Hey, I killed it didn't I?"

     "Only because I threw you my knife."

     You huffed in defeat before Clint gestured towards a small bed. You sat down awkwardly, eyes scanning the small room. "Thanks, Newt. We've got it from here. You should go get some rest anyway. You are running tomorrow." You perked up slightly at Jeffs words as waved to Newt as he walked off.