Born to Run (Newt X Reader)

A9

"Hey Mama Noot, how ya doing?"

     Newt smiled at you as you took a seat in the grass beside him. "How's the Greenie doing?" he queried, paying no mind to the nickname.

     You glanced to where Stephen was working in the garden alongside Zart and shrugged your shoulders. "I think he's doing good. The week's been hard but, I think he's beginning to fit in."

     "You seem close to him," Newt stated.

     You shrugged. "He just seems, familiar, I guess. It's weird, it's like I know him, yet I don't."

     Newt sent you a curious look, "Do you think you knew him before the Maze?"

     "Maybe," you hummed, "But I don't know."

     Newt nodded before silence settled over you again. But it wasn't an uncomfortable silence, it was nice, peaceful, comforting. And it wasn't often you had those feelings.

     You took in a deep breath, eyes drifting towards the sky. The closer you looked, the more your head began to swim. It seemed as if the sky was falling down, or if you were falling.

     Your heart speed up and panic began to race through your veins. You tried to turn your head but it was stuck in an endless fall. Down. Down. Down. Before you felt your body jolt.

     You let out a gasp and then a groan of pain. A foot pressed against your chest, pinning you to the ground. "Come on sis," your brother sighed, holding out a hand to help you up. "You need to learn how to fight. If they send you into the Maze then you need to be able to protect yourself. Plus, you're next trials tomorrow, you never know what it could be."

     You rolled your eyes, "It's a fight," you grumbled. You grabbed a hold of your brother's hand and allowed him to haul you up. "I'm not sure who I'm up against."

     "Well there ya go. Another reason to practice."

     You let out a huff as your brother readied himself in a fighting position. He raised his bruised fists and gestured for you to do the same. Reluctantly, you raised your own, shocked to see the blood that trickled from your split skin.

     A strong hit to your hip had you stumbling backwards. "Pay attention," your brother ordered, "No one's going to wait until you're ready in a real fight."

     You let out a growl, cracking your neck before swinging your fist at the boy before you. He ducked out the way, kicking you in the back of the knees. "Come on Firely," he growled, "Fight! You won't survive unless you fight!"

     An animalistic noise bubbled in your throat as anger began to course through your veins, your fists shook as you swung your knee into your brother's stomach. He let out a grunt before a fist collided with his face. Blood spurted from his nose and he staggered back in shock. You rammed your shoulder into his gut and flung him to the ground.

     "(Y/n)!" he gasped, "Calm down!"

     Although you wanted to heed his cry, you just couldn't seem to stop yourself. The anger was blinding, controlling. Just as you reared your fist back, you were flung harshly onto your back. Your hands were pinned on either side of you and blue eyes suddenly swam into focus.

     Blue eyes.

     Your brother had blue eyes. You remembered that now. You could see it.

     "Firefly! Calm down! What on Earth has gotten into you? Are you ok?"

     Slowly your anger began to die off, though your chest still heaved. Your brother's hands moved from your arms to your cheeks, gently brushing his thumbs across his skin.

     "Oh gosh," he mumbled, a look of horror crossing his face. "What did they do to you?"

     A lump formed in your throat and you felt tears welling at the corners of your eyes. "I tried to stop them," you whispered, "I fought them, just like you told me to. But they had more tests. They thought I was the best pick." Tears began to fall from your eyes and your brother pressed his forehead against your own. "I can't stop it," you sobbed, "I can feel it inside of me."

     "Shh," your brother whispered. Tears fell from his own eyes, splashing onto your skin and his lips quivered. But he held in his fear. All for you. "It's going to be ok," he whispered, "I promise you Firefly it's going to be ok."

     You jolted, blinking rapidly to adjust to the sudden sunlight.

     "(Y/n) are you ok? What happened?"

     Newt was crouched in front of you, hands on your cheeks as he shook you gently. You blinked slowly, a strange anger welling inside of you. "I'm fine," you mumbled, chest beginning to heave as the emotion took over. "I- I need to go," you gasped. You shoved Newt away, staggering to your feet and hurrying off towards the Deadheads. You could hear him calling after you, but you were afraid that if you were to stay a second longer you would snap.

     Something had happened to you. No. Someone had done something to you. But what? And why did you feel so angry?

     You broke through the treeline, running through the Deadheads until you were out of sight. You came to a halt, staggering to the ground with a growl, holding your head in your hands. A splitting headache took over and you couldn't help the growls that tore from your throat. Something wasn't right!

     Out the corner of your eye, you saw something jammed between the roots of a tree.

     With shaking hands, you dragged your body across the ground towards it. Your vision swam and your blood felt as if it were on fire. Strangled gasps escaped your body as you clawed your way along the leafy ground, dirt beginning to cling to your clothes.

     You reached out a hand towards the tree's roots, pulling free a small, metal tube. Though your vision was blurry you could make out the letters W.C.K.D engraved on the side. On top of the tube was a small button, and with trembling hands, you pressed a finger to it.

     There was a hiss and the tube popped open. Six vials of blue liquid fell to the forest floor alongside a crisp white piece of paper.

     You felt the air suddenly leave your body and you collapsed, gasping, struggling for air. You grabbed a hold of the paper, holding it close to your face in an attempt to read the writing.

     For now these will help. Just one a month. We will provide more. But it will only get worse. Good luck A9 - The Fighter.

     - Property of W.C.K.D

     You had no idea what any of that meant. Who was W.C.K.D? What did they mean by A9 - The Fighter? What would get worse? One of what a month!? Why did nothing make sense!?

     Your thoughts were interrupted by another course of pain and a horrid screech erupted from your lips. Your eyes flickered towards the vials and you grabbed a hold of one. Maybe?

     On closer study, there was a small needle at the end of the vial, and with a grunt, you wasted no time plunging it into your shoulder.

     Instant relief washed through your body, and the tightness in your chest instantly dispersed. You took deep breathes, rolling onto your back, the empty vial still clutched in your hand. You didn't know what it was you had injected yourself with, and you had no idea who had given it to you. All you knew was that it had helped.

     Relaxing your body you stared up at the leafy foliage, shafts of sunlight breaking through the leaves. What had just happened to you? But more importantly. Who was doing this?

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Wowie, that was an eventful chapter! How do you guys like my badly edited photo? Yeah I know, I don't like it either. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

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