He yells in shock as my hands lock around his throat and he flies backwards. We hit the ground, me on top, and him grasping at my fingers, trying to pull them away as I tighten my grip. He gasps for air with no success.
Hands struggle to pull me off, and I try to let them, but WICKED has worse ideas. I straddle him and press harder, his whole face turning blue. I can only see his eyes now, full of pain, begging me to stop. Something hard slams into my head and I fly to the side, black spots covering my vision. WICKED urges me to get up and finish but I strain against them. Minho tackles me and holds me to the floor. My chest heaves as I struggle for air. He screams in my face, spit flying, but I can't hear him. Or both of him. Two Minho's? One's enough, thanks.
My body still struggles toward Newt, who is keeled over gagging in the corner.
Next time.
The whisper is so faint I barely even hear it, but all the boys except Newt look up in surprise. "What the shuck was that?" Minho found his voice. Clint looks worriedly at Newt. "I have no shucking idea." He whispers quietly.
Suddenly I'm in control of my mind and body again. I sob and try to sink through the floor. "I'm sorry!" I cry, tears already running. "It wasn't me, swear it!" Minho glances at me. "What?" My stomach heaves as I catch a glimpse of the bruises already forming on Newts neck. "It wasn't me." I swallow the bile rising in my throat. "It was WICKED." He huffs. "Elizabeth-" "No! I swear! Who whispered then if it wasn't?" He releases me immediately. "Sorry Elizabeth. Misunderstanding." Then he goes over to Newt who's still on the floor. What? Why did he give in so easy?
You aren't supposed to be banished. Yet. This event will stay between you Clint, Newt and Minho for now.
I shivered at the ominous tone of the voice. Newt flops onto his back, seemingly having caught his breath and looks at me. "Elizabeth, why?" His voice is a faint croak. I crawl over and hug him. "I don't now!" I sob loudly. "Something came over me. I'm so so so so so so sorry!" He rubs my back, comforting me. "No." I pull away. "I just choked you! Let me do the comforting." He seems grateful to give in. I help him off the floor with Clint and set him where I had been sleeping. It was not easy because my head already hurt, and now I got hit with.... a broom it looks like. And my ankle. That'll be a problem. At least I'm not a runner.
Newt groans and fingers his throat. "Hurts." He rasps. I rub his arm. "I'm so sorry." He just nods his head lightly. Then he's asleep. I flop down on a chair, exhausted. More spots dance across my vision and my stomach rolls uncomfortably. Clint takes one look at me and picks me up and sets me next to Newt. I don't protest, I mean who would? It's Newt for WICKED's sake. I'm asleep within' seconds.
A/N~ Sorry guys, pretty boring and crappy chapter. I know it's kinda dragging on but I wanted to update so I cut the chapter short again. Just you wait until next chapter though. It's packed with action. Bye for now!
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Bewitching
FanficA glitch? A mistake? A sign? We don't know what she means. All we do know is that she is the first girl in the glade. Ever. She seems normal, fits in very well. She is sassy like Minho, caring like Chuck, fierce like Gally and as dangerous as a grie...
