"NEWT!" I scream, rage and stark terror filling me. He stands there for a second with a strange look on his face. Alex pulls the knife out suddenly and he falls to his knees, groaning in pain. Alex then shoves him over so he's lying on his back, but his hands quickly find his wound and press against it.
I jump toward him, but something hard slams into my face sending me flying back. I land with a huge THUNK. I grit my teeth and slowly get up and face Alex.
He was grinning at me. "Newt." I take a step towards him but Alex slashes out with the knife, sending a shooting pain down my cheek. I screamed as loud as I can to get attention and drop to the ground. I hear shouts from the Glade.
Come quickly. I urge them.
Alex kicks my side, causing a crack. A rib maybe? Acting quickly, I slam my hand into the back of his knee. His leg buckles and he falls to the ground. I was on him in seconds.
I punch him in he nose. He screams in pain as blood starts to flow. I pull my fist back to hit again, but he reaches up and grasps it, flipping me to the side.
He appears over me with a smile and hits me in the mouth. I taste blood and spit to the side.
He grabs me off the floor and flings me into a tree. I hit it with a groan and fall to the ground. It wasn't two seconds before he had me again, holding me against the tree with a knife to my neck.
I glare at him. He laughs. "This has been fun." He then plunges the knife into my shoulder, causing me to scream agin as pain floods the area. He yanks the knife out and holds it it where I can see it. Its red with my blood.
I groan through gritted teeth.
I hear people coming closer, screaming my name.
Alex looks panicked and suddenly plunges the knife into my left fore-arm.
I scream bloody murder. He yanks the knife out and pulls it back to slam into my throat-!
And was suddenly shoved away. People filled the clearing and I sobbed in relief. But we weren't out of the woods yet.
I shot to Newts side as Clint got there. He was unconscious, god help him.
I was shaking so hard I couldn't do anything to help. "JEFF!" I screamed. "CLINT!" I forgot he was already there.
I was hurting like crazy. "You'll be okay!" I sobbed. "I'm not giving up on you yet baby."
I took a good look at him. His face was very pale, but otherwise unharmed. The only really harm done to him was the stab wound. Oh my baby. I'm so so so very sorry. This is all my fault.~
Everything seemed to move in slow motion after that. Boys were there with a board that they effortlessly lifted Newt onto.
I screamed at them. Where were they taking him? Were they going to hurt him?
My mind is a confused mess.
I start to attack one when strong arms grab me and force me to look at their owner. Minho. I was standing there, blood rushing from my wounds, dizzy from blood loss, surprisingly feeling no pain at all on my left arm, surrounded by chaos, feeling more fear then I had ever felt in my life for Newt, and seeing Minho pushed me over. I burst into tears.Minho pulled me to him as if for a hug, but suddenly swept me off my feet and started running. It was all too much. I weakly turned my head to the side and vomited on his shirt.
Through my tunnel vision I could see him grimace. "You're going to be fine, you hear me?" I barely heard him as I fell farther and farther away from consciousness. "Of course." I whispered before I welcomed the pain-free blackness with open arms.~*~*~
I was woken by pain. I groaned and opened my eyes groggily. My vision was blurry. I blinked a few times, but the blurriness didn't leave. People above me. Clint? Minho? Where's Newt?
Newt. Oh god, NEWT!
I screeched and started to struggle. "NEWT!" I screamed. Hands holding me down. Minho jerked my head up to look at him, but not before I saw him.
Newt was lying limp and lifeless on the bed next to my...table?
I looked into Minho's eyes and cried.
He murmured comforting words to me. Clint with a grim face. A needle. A small prick.
I slowly floated into a half-conscious half-unconscious pain filled state. I liked the blackness better. Where'd it go?~
A dull ache is the first thing my mind registers when I come to. I want to groan, but bite my tongue instead. I'm not weak. I crack open my eyes and find no flashing bright lights, which would confirm I was dead. I blink twice and open them all the way. A white ceiling I recognize. I'm with the Med-Jacks.
I can't bring myself to look and see if Newts okay yet. So I look the other way.
TA DA! There sits a sleeping Clint, snoring like a champ. I really don't want to wake him, but I'm parched. I tap his knee. "Hey-" I start but stop when it comes out as a scratchy moan. My throat feels like it's been glued together. Whatever was in that needle, I don't like it. I clear my throat. "Clint." A little better. He shoots out of his chair. "Wha! What? What's wrong." I force a thin smile. "Calm." He kneels down by me. "Hey toughie." I giggle slightly. Giggle? I'm a little of my rocker from the pain meds I guess.
"Water?" I ask. He smooths my hair. "Of course." He goes to the cabinet, pulls out a cup, and starts to fill it at the sink. I lift my head but am hit with a wave of nausea. I sigh slightly and plop my head back down.
Suddenly I smell it. Blood.
I turn to look at Newt, my anchor, my 'always bringing me back from insanity' partner, my boyfriend for gods sake, only to find him not there. "Clint!" I panic, only to find my self held down by some weird sciency thing. "Clint!" He comes. "Elizabeth?" "Newt?!" "Oh don't worry, he's okay, for now." I didn't like that for now. The way he said it as if it were a bitter taste in his mouth. A death sentence, if you will. That didn't calm my worries or nerves at all.
"FOR NOW?!" I scream and start to struggle.
He takes out that shuck needle again. That shank. My rebellion against the restraints is quickly extinguished.
What would I do without Newt? That is the last thought in my head before the drugs kick in.A/N~ What up shanks? I know I'm evil, but hey! I'm an author I can do what I want. So anyway I wrote this up for you guys because I am going on a camping trip. Where there is no wifi. No signal. Nothing I could use to update. IM SO SORRY! But I will update on Sunday when I get back. See you then!
~KyLiE
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Bewitching
FanfictionA 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...