The Spark. (Newt fanfiction)

what are we?

Her P.O.V:

At dusk, darkness started to conquer over of the bright daylight, casting shadows everywhere. The thing happened during dinner, when all of us were sitting at our tables: the floor trembled under my feet, and all of a sudden, the entire room started to shake. Nothing really powerful, but enough to make me lose my temper. I dropped my fork on the floor and gazed wide-eyed at Newt, who was too focused on his food to deign to look at me. My head turned left then right, only to notice that everybody was staying put, some of them chatting and giggling. At first, it occurred to me that it was an earthquake, but a deafening rumble coming from each corner of the Glade told me otherwise. I had to almost scream so the British goldie could hear me.  All my senses were in alert.

"T-the heck is happening!?" I shouted. The boy's dark hazel eyes searched for mine before he answered, a little surprised.

"What? Nobody told ya?" I threw my hands in the air in annoyance. It was pretty obvious that, no, nobody had told me. "The doors. They're closin'."

"Wait, what? You mean the doors... The Maze's?" He nodded. The idea of two gigantic and heavy doors closing seemed absolutely unbelievable to me. My eyebrows knitted together.

"No. Way." I took care of emphasizing each word separately, which made the blonde shrug.

"See with yer own buggin' eyes." His head nodded towards the kitchen's door, and I took this as a challenge. I could'nt indeed believe him unless I saw it from my own.

He was right. I stood speechless in front of the Maze's entrance, where the doors were really defying physics' laws by closing the gap left between them. When they eventually shut with a loud boom, I could barely breathe.

"W-what did my eyes just see?" I whispered to myself.

"They close every night," A husky voice chirped, causing me to startle. I spun on my feet to discover once again a goldhead, hands on his waist. My eyes flicker between him and the towering walls. "Keeps us safe from them shuck creatures." My lips parted to talk but he cut me off. "Grievers. That's why they close. Out here's not a bloody playground. It's full of danger, here's why Gladers are not allowed to leave."

Minho's P.O.V:

After a big day of running, my muscles were sore, and my legs on fire. I had finished the mapping for today and as I walked out of the Map room, I was alerted by a feminine voice hanging over the Glade. At first I was very confused by the sound of girl's voice, but then I remembered the greenie found in the ivy yesterday. Running always cleared my mind from everything but the Maze, as I had to stay focused; and coming back to the Glade was like snapping back to reality. Near the eastern doors, a redhead was chirruping at Newt, anguish evident on her features, trying to catch him up as he was bounding for the kitchen.

"Wait, waitwaitwait... What are Grievers? And since when are we in danger? It's just a Maze, nothing really important, right?" She was squealing, her gaze darting between the doors and the boy.

"Why do ya think we've been stuck here for almost three years, shuckface? Of course it's bloody dangerous. Quit being annoyin', will ya? Your questions will have an answer sooner or later!"

Ah, poor Newtie, greenbeans are really hard to deal with sometimes. Especially when they're... Well, girls. I chuckled at the scene and started making my way towards them.

"By the way... Where's that sassy Asian kid from yesterday? Didn't see him at all today." She spoke up, removing a lock of hair from her face. Sassy Asian kid it is, I thought.

"Right behind ya', sassy ginger kid," Her body made a weird jolt, she gave me a death stare. Her arms folded while her small self looked up at me. Newt spoke before I could say anything.