𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐀𝟖 || 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐭

𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥!

You awoke from an unconsciousness you'd been unaware you were in, heaving gasps and choking as unfamiliar air rushed through your lungs. Everything around you was either darkness or red, flashing lights, which sent anxiety fraying the edges of your nerves. You seemed to be in some kind of metal crate, and it was moving.

"Help!" you screamed at the top of your lungs, trying to stand up, but falling over as the box increased in speed. "Please! Someone help me!"

Suddenly, the box jerked to a stop, throwing you onto your back. Something above the box opened, blinding you with bright light. Then the box itself opened, and your eyes adjusted well enough to see a blond boy in front of you. He looked pretty attractive, but there wasn't kindness in his face.

Rather, confusion. And fear.

"Everything all good, Newt?" someone outside the box called. Newt....

"Bloody hell," he stared at you. You shrank back, unsure of his intentions. "It's a girl..."

You goggled at him, moving even further back until you were in a corner pressed up against a large barrel. Everything seemed too loud, too bright, and you were terrified.

"Hey, hey," the blond boy, no, Newt, said calmingly, empty hands extended. "Please don't be scared. I'm not gonna hurt you."

"Yeah," scoffed someone else, from outside the box. "Everything else is, though."

You clung onto those words, and they just fed the flare of fear leaping within you. You leaped up, darting around Newt and climbing out of the box. You sprinted as fast as you could go, heading for the tree line.

"What the shuck, Gally?!" you heard someone, probably Newt, scream. You grinned a little, but that smile faded as you considered Gally's words. Everything else is gonna hurt you....

You didn't know where you were, or what the hell was going on. Everything was starting to press in on you, and the panic got too much.

You collapsed at the base of a tree, panting, curling into yourself as you tried to make sense of this strange new place so different from where you came from- wait.

Where you came from .... where had you come from? You couldn't remember anything.

"Hey, Greenie," you heard someone say on the other side of the tree.

You shot to your feet, taking a fallen branch and holding it out as a weapon.

"Easy," said the same voice. Newt stepped out from behind the tree, hands extended in the now-familiar gesture of peace. "I'm sorry about Gally. He's bitter, and he's a bit of a shuckface."

You snorted out an unwilling laugh at the unfamiliar stand, making Newt smile triumphantly. Your heart fluttered at his adorable grin, but you couldn't figure out why ... it had to be residual panic.

Though I do like his smile.

"Where am I?" you asked cautiously, voice cracking a little from disuse (and all the screaming before).

"It's called the Glade," Newt explained, sitting down where you'd been curled up, and patting the ground next to him.

You carefully sat where he motioned, letting him pry the stick from your hands.

"Every month, that box you were in sends up a new boy - it's never been a girl before. It sends up supplies too, and we use these for our everyday lives."

"How do we get out?" you asked. "I want to leave here. And I want to remember who I am and where I came from."

"It's normal," Newt reassured. "No one remembers anything except their name, and sometimes they don't recall it for a few days. But for your first question ..." he sighed deeply. "There isn't a way out, that we know of."

"Oh," you said. Such a small word, for such a crushing blow. "Oh."

"So, greenie," Newt looked at you, and you flushed as you realised how close your faces were. "Remember your name?"

A single word was suddenly spotlighted in your mind. "Y/N. My name's Y/N."

"That's a pretty name," Newt said, seemingly impulsively.

"Thanks."

He got up, brushing the dirt off his pants and held a hand out to you. "Shall I show you around?"

God, his accent was cute. "Sure."

- - -

Newt had shown you around the whole Glade, and it was getting dark now.

"What now?" you asked. "Sleep?"

Newt chuckled. "Nah. Every time a greenie comes up, we have a bonfire. And you're the guest of honour this month, Y/N!"

"Oh, I'm flattered!" you gasped, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Newt, what a gracious honour!"

He burst out laughing. A dark-skinned boy came running up to you.

"Y/N, meet Alby. He's first in command here. Alby, this is Y/N, the greenie," Newt introduced.

"The girl Gally scared off?" Alby asked.

"Gally was being a shank, plain and simple," Newt shrugged. "Y/N here had just come out of the box and he goes off like a shucking-"

"It's fine," you interrupted him, laughing a little at his expression. "I'll just have to get back at Gally."

Alby chuckled. "I like this one."

"I think she's gonna force all us slintheads to grow up," Newt joked. "But, Alby, in all seriousness, I think she should be a Runner."

"I agree," a new voice behind you declared, you turned, seeing a boy that you somehow realised was Asian, but you had no recollection of what or where Asia was. "Minho. Keeper of the Runners. And that was a heck of a sprint, greenie."

"Name's Y/N," you said, a little annoyed at the 'greenie' term. "And, wait, like, run the Maze?"

"She knows it's a Maze?" Alby glared disapprovingly at Newt. "Some second-in-command you are."

"Hey!" Newt held up his palms. "I needed to explain the place, didn't I? I was the only one she trusted."

"Is that so?" Minho sassed, eyebrows raised. "Well, I think-"

"Hey, at least he stopped me from running headlong into the Maze," you interrupted. "Anyway, what's all this about a Bonfire?"

"Right!" Alby snapped his fingers. "C'mon, Y/N, let's get you to that bonfire."

- - -

"Hey, Y/N." You turned at the sound of Newt's now-familiar voice as he sat next to you on the log.

"Hey yourself," you swallowed the food you were currently chewing on. "What's that?"

Newt handed you the jar you'd pointed at, and you promptly drank some.

Which just as promptly came right back up.

"That's shucking disgusting!" you complained, glaring at Newt, who was determined to not laugh. He failed. Miserably. "What is this?"

"Gally's recipe." he explained, drinking some of it himself. "I don't even know what's in this. Good on a cold night, though."

"Gally's?" you made a face. "Of course something this revolting would be made by him."

"Give him a chance, Y/N," Newt said gently. "He was a total shank to you, but you've been here a few hours, and he's been here three years. He's had to put up with all this klunk."

"You're right," you felt bad for judging him. Until Newt nudged you into looking where he was pounding some other kid into the ground. "Never mind. I'm gonna whip his shucking ass."

"That's my girl," Newt laughing, turning red after he realised what he'd said. "Wait- shuck, that's not what I meant-"

"Hey, Gally!" you yelled, waiting until he turned. "I'll spar with you."

"Oh yeah?" he raised his eyebrows. You raised one in return. "Bring it on, greenie."

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