Not just a Girl || Newt

Chapter 16

Minho explained everything I didn't know about the maze, like how every day one section is open. He also explained the metal thing they found in the griever. The number that displayed on it was the number of the section that was open at that moment.

This dude also made a whole 'runners guide', which I laughed at. But stopped once I saw the look Minho gave me.

We were also going to decided today on what weapon I get. He said I would probably only bring a knife into the maze, but the runners are also the protectors of the Glade. We have to protect their people at all cost.

He grabbed some weapons, two sticks, throwing knives, the bow with the arrows, and a dagger.

We walked into the Deadheads Forest and Minho laid everything down on the ground. He grabbed two sticks and threw one at me. I caught it and took a closer look at it. It wasn't that thick, but thick enough to not break.

"I already know you can do hand to hand combat, but let's see if you are as fast with a weapon in your hands."

I nodded my head and clung my stick strong in my hands, making my knuckles white. Minho charged at me at full speed, jumping slightly in the air, but I quickly moved to the side, making the end of his stick hit the ground next to me.

He looked up and smirked. Bringing his stick up and swung at me. I held my stick before me, blocking him. This went on for a few swings. Minho trying to hit me, in my face, arms, body, legs and even feet. I all blocked them with a lot of effort.

Minho stopped his attacks. "You are fast, that is good. Now let's see how your attacks are on me."

I went to charge at him, the same movement Minho did the first time. When he stepped to the side I quickly moved my stick to hit him his shins. Which this shunk blocked.

I gave in an annoyed sigh.

"That was good, if you were fighting a 5 year old." He grinned.

I was slightly getting more and more annoyed at him. I yelled and I went full speed at him.

I hit him left, right and middle, but he blocked every. Single. One. Of them. I didn't calm down though. I kept on charging at him, making him take a step after step backwards. I now noticed that the light around us was more bright.

We were outside of the woods. But I kept on going, not minding the few stares we obviously got. "Come on Cassie, you can do better than this." Minho yelled and blocked another attack of mine.

Our sticks clashed hard, and I felt the vibration of it through my arms. "Let's see how you will do if I also charge at you at the same time."

He pushed our sticks apart, making me take a step back. He swung his stick, but I quickly ducked below it. I aimed at his ankle, but his stick blocked my blow.

I was squatted down and with the end of my stick I hit Minho in his side. Which the dude again blocked. He used his stick and whipped me right in the face, making me stumble back. I moved my hand towards my cheek and felt a slight sting. I saw a slight red spot at the end of my fingertips. 

I wiped it off on my pants and collected myself. I turned around and put the end of my stick in front of Minho in the ground. I used it as leverage and kicked Minho hard in the stomach, he stumbled a few feet back.

I used that time to swing my stick around and aimed at his head. He blocked the swung and with his strength he made the front of our sticks turn down to the ground.

I kicked him in his upper leg, making him out of balance. I moved our sticks back up to the right side of us and used the end of my stick to hit him right in the face.

There quickly formed a bruise on his chin, less ugly than the one on my face that was now dripping blood.

"That was good, lets fix you up and use the next weapon."

I felt a hand on my shoulder making me turn around. I saw a flop of blond hair and instantly knew who it was. His hand softly held my injured cheek. His eyes moved to Minho, who stood behind me.

"Did you really have to hit her so hard?" He questioned the guy behind me. His eyes moved back to me, as if searching for something. "Go get that fixed up."

He pointed towards the Med-jack hut where Clint sat on a chair outside the hut. I started walking towards him, and he took me inside to clean it up.

"All new again." He said and went to clean up the mess.

"Thanks Clint." I gave him a big smile, and I started walking back to the Deadheads Forest where Minho was sitting on the ground. He had a big bruise forming on his chin. I saw Newt standing above him.

My pace towards the two was slowing down, as I saw Newts hands moving up and down in an aggressive manner. I quickly moved my body towards a tree, making sure they wouldn't see me.

"Why did you have to hit her so hards, Minho?" His accents flew through the woods.

"It wasn't that hard and she also got me." Minho pointed towards his chin. I saw that Newt was annoyed at him by the way he moved, but Minho wasn't faced one bit.

"That was a lucky shot she got on you, mate." Ouch.

"No, she really got me good." Minho stood up from his spot on the ground. "And why do you even care so much, when we trained it was a lot more bruises."

"That is different." Newt was getting more and more angry.

"And why is that?" Minho looked at Newt in danger, stepping closer towards the boy.

"Because she is just a girl!"

I turned around and put my back against the tree. My breathing was getting uneven at his words.

Why does he still think I am just a girl. I am a girl, yes. But he says it in such a manner that I could not do anything, that I am fragile. Weak.

I have proved myself on numerous times that I am not just a broken girl. I can fight, I can run with a great stamina. He cannot even run anymore...

I hate him.