𝘔𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘙𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳

𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘶𝘴

drugging, hallucination, a lot of Newt thoughts

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Indistinct chatter moved around Brenda and (Y/n). (Y/n) looked around the place, eyes avoiding people. Fires crackled in front of hand made tents. People walked around, eyeing the two kids. 

The chatter grew louder as they moved to a building with a large 'ZONE A' flag flapping in the wind. Woman wore very thin clothing and men stared at anyone who seemed like they would give something. 

(Y/n) felt highly uncomfortable as he felt a hand trail a short way down his back. His torso snapped to face whoever touched him. Eyes landing on a blonde with brown clothing and many bead necklaces around her neck. Her wrist was twisting itself in his harsh grip, trying to get free.

"You here for the party?" She asked. Her tongue moved to rest on her top lip, her fingers close enough to rub (Y/n)'s shoulder. His face scrunched up and dropped her hand, stepping back and letting his body do a shiver of disgust. 

"Uh, no. We're looking for Marcus. This is his place, isn't it?" Brenda's eyes examined the woman from head to toe. A uneasy feeling rooted in her heart at the look she kept giving (Y/n).

"This is my place," a voice sounded behind them. (Y/n) kept an eye on the woman as he followed Brenda to the man. His hand gently tapping hers away if she got to close to his body. 

"Marcus doesn't live here anymore," he confessed. The man started to play with his rings. Three men behind him, examined (Y/n) and Brenda. 

"Do you know where we can find him?" (Y/n) asked. 

"Sure, sure. He's over in Zone B though..." 

The man gave a fake a pout and Brenda gave a questioning stare. The lady pressed her fingers into (Y/n)'s shoulder and whispered into her ear. "That's where they burn the bodies." 

"Has been another group here? With a girl? And a blonde? They all have carved necklaces." 

"Yeah, yeah. I think they're inside... here," he pulled out a large bottle of light green liquid. His hand popping the lid and handed the glass. (Y/n) gave a confused glance to him. 

The glass was warm to feel but the liquid was cold. With a side glance to Brenda, he brought it to his lips. The bitter taste nearly made him spit it out, but the blonde lady moved her hand to make him continue. 

Once satisfied with the amount he had, she gave the bottle to Brenda. The man laughed and pushed the two into the crowded space. 

"Enjoy the party!" 

(Y/n) felt his mind start to fuzz as his body was pushed into layers of colourful blankets. Girls passed (Y/n) dressed in only bras and short shorts, some in underwear. Brenda pulled him away, when one dragged her hand across his chest.