Thomas x newt.

Ctp-1

He, Thomas a woke in this loud shaking meddle box that sounded very unstable. Thomas had no clue of what was going on really, he was just quite literally absolutely terrified of what was going how and if he even wanted to know for that matter. The unsecured boxes didn't help, he didn't know what sounded more threatening being kill by what ever was at the end of his trip up or the box's filled with who knows what, opening than crushing him leaving him alone to suffer until his ultimate demise. Sweat was drip down his face. His anxiety toke over and his just basically froze in his spot, he was slightly lifted off the meddle flooring. Shaking, breathing heavily so frightened of what was to come he even started to cry a little.

The trip finally ended with the loud sound of a siren blaring, the heavy doors creaking open and what looked to be around 50 boys staring dead at him whispering and giggling about. Although thought he didn't know anything or anyone of them, a blond, slim but muscular boy that looked about 16-17 cot his eyes Thomas remembered him. He was dead the last time he saw him why, not sure. His vanes were popping out, a there was a lot of yelling mostly about two names his, Thomas and something about this Newt guy. Maybe he, the blondie was called Newt-?.

"Day one greenie" a tall man with dirty blonde hair eyes and hateful look to them, yanked him out of the box. With a loud thud he was out and on the uncomfortable, sharp grass. Swiftly turning around. There once again he saw the blondie, except this time he was hunched over, looking at him. The look the boy gave him made Thomas think that maybe he remembered him too, or at least maybe he looked familiar? "Newt?" Thomas whispered under his breath as quietly as he could so if he was wrong at least he wouldn't be that embarrassed, for saying a random name. Newt eyes lit up, grateful but also completely confused. "How- h-how do you know my name-?" Newt said utterly baffled with what Thomas had just whispered. "Uh-" Thomas didn't know how to respond like really was he just going to say 'oh yeah remember seeing your corpse and a bunch of people were yelling that name' yes, yes he was. "You- you were dead." The chatter fell to a weird, unsettling silence among the crowd of boys. "I was dead?" Newt replied calmly. "How are you so calm? The greenie knows you name and just told you that you were dead the last time he saw you!?" A darker skinned boy spoke up. Thomas assumed that he was the leader because all the boys look up at him after he spoke unlike they did when Newt spoke. "Names Thomas so you can stop with that greenie sh*t." Thomas replied even though the question was clearly not detected at him. The spike of confidence died down when the guy spoke again. "Oh look now the shank knows his own name; Newt how could you be calm? Nobody knows their name on the first day!" Newt didn't respond to the supposed leader, he only offered a hand to help Thomas up, because throughout all that he was on the ground. Accepting the offered hand Thomas was now on his feet. Newt still held Thomas's hand and started to walk away dragging him away from the group. "Newt? Where are you taking me?" Thomas said only a little worried. "The far end of the glade" "glade?" "Yes the glade, this is where we live. Now less questions and more walking." Non of the gladers followed, they just let them walk away.

After a good ten minutes of walking they finally reached the far end of the glade. "How did I die?" Newt said bluntly. "Something was already killing you slowly, but you were stabbed in the chest. So a knife killed you off in all honesty." Thomas replied. "What do you mean by something was already killing me?" Newt said quite confused. "Your eyes, they were pitch black; your vanes were black and very visible. You were bleeding from the-" "I was stung!" Newt interrupted. "Stung?" Thomas said with quite surprise. "Right you have no clue what that is, well when you're stung that happens" "Oh" and that was it. The conversation continued no longer. Thomas wounded why Newt brought him all way over here for one simple question, he thought maybe he just did it so there was no rude interruptions from the other boys.

It has been a few hours now and Thomas hadn't learned anything. All he's done is have to tell every single boy what he saw, that's it. At this point he's fead up with it. In stead of giving the same damn answer he got up and left to find Newt. I mean Thomas did know one thing and that was where Newt worked, thanks to the fact that he was right across from the garden. He got a full view of the blondie at work. Although, he hadn't seen him in a good ten minutes. So, he got curious. Jogging over to the garden he saw the blondie. "What, got tired of all the attention?" Newt chuckled. "Sure, you could say that." Thomas said in response to the boy. "Really though, why are you here?" Newt questioned. "I just wanted to see if Mr corpse was still alive" Thomas joked. Newt rolled his eyes in stead of responding. The two acted like they had known each other for years, they felt like they did. Like there was some kind of connection between the two. When in reality there wasn't, for their knowledge anyway.