The start of us / TMR Newt fanfic

Chapter 8 The so called mission

Today was the day for Hannah to choose a job in the glade. Well actually for the council to pick Hannahs job. A knock was to be heard. 

"Come in Lizard", she spoke.

 "Hey shank, today's the day. The council will bloody pick your job. Sadly once you get your bloody job, i will still sometimes but thankfully not always stay by your bloody side.", Newt was leaning at the door staring at her waiting for her reaction. 

She groaned, "Does the bloody council have to bloody decide on every bloody thing?! And no don't answer that. And why, why do i always have to bloody stay with your bloody shuckface all the bloody time."

 She was chuckling while she said the last part. Newt walked closer to her. 

"The bloody council sadly does bloody decide on every bloody thing. And don't bloody act like you don't want to stay with me, shuckface.", he laughed teasingly. 

"Oh slim it lizard", jabbing his arm. 

"Come on shuck face, we need to go to the homestead now. You need to wait outside tho.", he grasped her arm, pulling her gently to the homestead. 

After a long long 15 minutes Newt stepped out. He found hannah sitting beside the homestead, waiting patiently. 

"Hey, so you'll be happy with what the council just decided forya shuckface. You're going to be bloody cooking with Frypan.", he smiled and pulled her up.

 "Yes!", she screamed and with full of excitement she jumped on Newt, practically hugging him. He couldn't help but smile. 

"Oh sorry, but how? I thought they would bloody make me a bloody slicer or something like that.", she hopped off of him. 

"Well since Minho and i knew that you would like to be a bloody cook, and since i wouldn't bloody let ya shuckface be a bloody runner nor a slicer, we put in a good word for ya shank." Her face lit up, "Thanks lizard." 

"Don't bloody mention it." 

They both laughed.

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Hannah

It's been months now. Me and the so called ivy group talked every single bloody day. Well as much as we all hated to admit it, we all bloody liked being in the presence of each other. I woke up from a dream. I had memories. I was raised in a lab, to experiment things. I was raised to be some kind of scientist, I was raised to be a leader. I had a mom. She was a director of our company or whatever it was. We would experiment some kind of virus. It makes the brain crazy. We had to find a cure. So we were searching a cure in the blood of the young ones. I don't know why. I know I used to follow her, do the things she wanted me to do. Be the person she wanted me to be. She wanted me to be like her. Be her. But somehow, one day I did something. I don't know what and how to describe it, but I became, I don't know, different. Something happened that made me somehow go against my mom and what she wanted. I sensed something was wrong and did something. That's all I could remember. Now I don't know who I even am but I know that I'm not the person I was before.

I got up and went out. Really mad about the part that my mom was experimenting on children. 

"Well someone's having a bad day.", Newt teasingly, tells me. 

"Slim it Newt.", I grunt. 

"Where are you going shuck face?", he asks me.

 "Wherever you aren't.", I reply. 

"You look like klunk today. Ya have your bloody period probably.", he scolds. 

 "And you look like something I drew with my left hand and with my eyes closed. Could you maybe not talk to me. Someone might think I'm friends with you.", I hiss and continue, "Ya know if i were to be ever friends with ya, actually to think about it, i would never be friends with ya slinthead."