Not just a Girl || Newt

Chapter 2

"Go away." I said to the two boys in a hoarse voice, my throat was burning because of the water I threw up. How did that even happen? My clothes weren't wet, but why did it feel like I was drowning.

"It is alright, we won't hurt you." The blond guy said with his hands out in front of him. They had put down the knife next to them on the ground, but I still didn't trust them.

"That is what every single person in a movie says." I said back. "They were all the villians."Thomas let out a snort and I saw the corner of the blond's guy lip go up.

"We are not villians, I am Newt and this is Thomas." He motioned to the boy next to him. "Do those names sound like people who want to take over the world?"

I didn't reply to him. I just simply sat down on the branch. I stared out before me and I could see through the leaves. The weird cage was there and people were walking around. There were different houses – which were obviously made. Some people were by a big fire, yelling and shouting happily.

"That is for you." Newt said to me, he obviously saw me staring at their little camp. I lifted my eyebrows at Newt and looked back out to the campfire that now had a lot more people by it.

"Every month the Box comes up with supplies. With the supplies is always a person, we call them a Greenie." He started to explain. I looked down at Newt and I saw him giving Thomas a side eye. Thomas quickly walked away, leaving me and Newt alone.

I saw Newt looking at me for a while. I just kept a straight face at him, not showing him any emotions. Not letting him see any weaknesses.

"This place – we call it the Glade." Newt took a few steps forward and I quickly moved a little bit more back, at least as far I could. "I can show you, no one will hurt you. We are a family here."

"I don't trust you." I really did not. I don't even know my own name, how can I blindly trust someone.

"That is okay." I saw him take of a white hoodie around his waist and pulled it over his head. "I don't mind staying out here for the night."

I rolled my eyes at him. Can this guy not take a hint?  I want to be alone right now. I crossed my arms over each other and peered out towards the campfire where I saw people dancing around the fire. Some were cheering on a fight that was happening.

"It is totally fine that you are scared." Newt said.

"I am not scared." I told him and I saw the corner of his lips turn up. I gave in a sign, he just wants a reaction out of me.

"I was scared when I first came here. It was just me, Alby, Gally and-. There was literally nothing. We build everything by scratch except the showers and the kitchen. But it is not very clean."

Newt started to walk towards a tree that stood a few feet away from mine. He sat down at the bottom of it and pulled out a small bottle of water out of his pocket.

I felt my throat burning. I really needed a drink and it was obviously noticeable.

"You can have it, but you have to go down. I suck at climbing." I furrowed my eyebrows at his statement. I am a small girl, I am standing at 5'5 and I could easily get into this tree. He sure isn't a bodybuilder, but I did see some slight muscles when he was wearing the orange top.

"And you would grab me and kill me?" I said in a questioning tone. "No thank you."

"We really aren't that bad once you get to know us." When does this guy stop, I will not leave this tree. "We have 3 rules and one of them is that we don't hurt another Glader. Ever."

I still stood my ground, well branch...

"I know how this feels, not knowing who you are and where you are. I can explain everything, but please come down. You can even hold the knife for safety keeping."

I tilted my head at the boy. I know it is not smart, but I can keep the knife. It would be a risk for him. For all he knows, I might be a serial killer.

Holy shit I might be a serial killer.

I don't know anything about my past life, not even my name.

"Okay." I responded to the blond boy. "Put the knife there." I pointed at the bottom of the tree. Newt stood up and grabbed the knife from the ground and placed it at the base of my tree. He took a few steps back.

With a swift movement I made my way down and planted my feet on the ground. I stood up wide eye and turned my head in confusion up.

How the hell did I not hurt myself, with that move?

I grabbed the knife of the ground.

"You are hurt." I heard Newt say who stood in front of me. I saw him scanning my head and my leg that still had a small cut.

"It is fine." I replied.

"No I will take you to the Med-jacks, don't worry you can keep the knife." Newt gave me a slight smile.

"How do you know I am not some sort of serial killer?" I asked him curiously.

"Are you?" He questioned me with raised eyebrows. I saw a glint of amusement in his eyes.

"I don't even know my name." I said to him. We started walking to the middle of the field where the cage – or what Newt called it – the box.

"Your name comes back in maybe a few days, some take longer and some know their name the same day they arrive. So don't worry, Killer"

We made our way towards a little shed. Newt told me to stay in front of the door so he could get someone. He came back with a boy with brown curly hair.

"This here is Clint, he is the Keeper of the Med-jacks." The boy nodded at me and I did it back. They both directed me inside the little hut where there was a small bed in the middle. The walls had different selves with what seems to be medicine.

Newt told me to sit down and Clint came to me with a bottle and a cloth. It did not feel right and I tightened the grip on my knife. Clint saw my movement and took a step back.

"It is okay, Clint." He moved his eyes from the boy to mine. I could now see him a little bit more clearly. His hair looked fluffy and his dark brown eyes reminded me of chocolate. At least I remember what that is, but not the taste of it. "She will not hurt you."

He doesn't know me... But no, I will not hurt him, if he doesn't do anything out of the ordinary.

Clint moved closer to me and put the liquid on the cloth and moved it to my leg. The butcher knife also ripped my cargo pants, but not to bad. While Clint was busy with cleaning up the blood on my leg and head, Newt started talking about the Glade.

He told me the jobs they had and that I had to try almost everything tomorrow. They have builders who obviously build everything they needed. Cooks, make food for everyone. Slicer, they raise the livestock and also slaughter them for the cooks. I will not do that job.

Blood Housers are the people who prepare the meat for the cooks. Track-hoes do all the gardening. Med-jacks are the medics of the Glade. Sloppers are the one who basically suck at everything, so they do all the dirty work. Baggers were the people who are in charge of burying dead gladers, they were also the guards of this place.

Last but not least were the runners. Newt said they were the strongest and fastest out of everyone here. They were not scared of anything. He only said: "They risk their life everyday out there, in hope to find a way out for us."

I knew I wanted to be a runner, I don't care about them. I just want out of here as fast as I can.