Her (Newt fan fiction/The Kill Order sequel)

Chapter 4 - It's Not That Simple

Horrified, the girl stumbled backwards, running a hand through her long hair.

"The flare? Nooo, nooo way. Man, I thought I'd got away from the bloody virus! Is this whole bloody place infected?"

Newt could see tears in her eyes. He wanted to ask her where she'd come from, but he could tell it wasn't the right time. She looked really upset, and Newt longed to put his arms around her.

It hit him them that he didn't know her name; but that wasn't what was important right then.

"No one here has the flare. We're all immunes - I'm sorry, I was just checking you didn't have it."

She sniffed and looked relieved.

"Well, clearly I don't. I'm Marly."

Newt knew that he had to keep pushing her for answers. The flat trans here was meant to have been destroyed; if it hadn't been, and it was open, anyone - cranks - could get through to this world. Everything they'd worked so hard for was at risk, and Newt felt his whole world crashing down on him.

Again.

Her eyes flashed with rage, and Newt felt a shiver down his spine. Damn, she was really hot.

Bloody hell, he thought. He'd only just met her. He wasn't - he didn't -

Crap. He did. He liked her.

She coughed.

"Hey. Newt! Where am I!"

"To be honest, greenie, we don't know either. We also came through a flat trans in America, set up by chancellor Paige. We thought that flat trans had been destroyed, but... Here you are."

Taking in the lush forest, she smiled slightly. Her eyes met Newts and then hovered on his lips. Newt grinned; this girl was so interesting. He walked over to her, put his hand on her shoulder. He felt her shiver as he touched her, and it sent his heart beat into overdrive.

"Hey, uh, Newt,"

She whispered, her voice casual and sexy.

"We've only just met."

With that, she was gone, striding off into the forest. Newt could hear her laugh as she snapped a branch off a tree and used it to slash through the undergrowth.

When would he learn, with girls? They were so confusing.

He thought about following her, but she was already out of sight, and the food from the settlement smelt good, so he wandered back, Marly not leaving his mind once.

Newt arrived a few minutes later, but from a short distance away, he could hear shouting. Marly. Crap. Why did he bloody let her out of his sight, when he knew so little about her. And what he'd heard hadn't been so good.

"You shucking idiot!"

He said to himself, not meaning to say it out loud. As he neared the clearing, he was horrified. Minho was yelling at Marly, who was being held by two men. Minho, his muscles rippling, was clearly angry and trying to get answers. Like Newt should have done, instead of being overcome by his feelings.

"Newt!" Get them - off - me!"

She struggled hard against them, out of breath from her efforts. Jorge and Gally held on strong.

He had to make a decision, there and then. Did he trust her?

Yes.

"Stop!"

He shouted, his voice echoing around the cliffs.

"She's good!"

"Have you lost your shucking mind?"

Minho shouted at him. He looked so mad, but there was something else... Fear. Harriet from group B stepped forward. Her eyes screamed terror, as she shouted to Newt, pointing to Marly's arm.

On her arm, just below her shoulder blade, was a small tattoo he hadn't noticed before. In black simple writing, branded to her porcelain skin, were the words:

"WICKED: CREATOR"