Thomas Brodie Sangster and Newt Imagines

What the f***?!

*Callie's POV*

I went to bed thinking of the mission I had to do. The canvas sheets encased me with warmth as I slipped into unconsciousness.

When I woke, I was NOT in my bed. I couldn't remember being put in here, but I did know two things; 1) I was in the Box, and 2) I had to complete the mission. Or it was bye bye to the both of us. The ride seemed to take forever and I got scared on the way. I knew this was the expected result, but I never knew it would seem to take so long to get up to this damn place. It's only a couple of floors above the WICKED facility.

Still moving at a snail's pace, the Box finally got to the top. There was a loud buzz and every movement stopped with a jolt; jerking me upward. My body was so fragile and light that I accidentally smashed my head on the top of the Box. It hurt so bad that I almost passed out from the pain; flopping on the cold, metal ground, unable to move my now floppy limbs. I couldn't even move my hand to block the light that poured through the Box doors as they opened, shining right in my eyes. Then the faces of all the boys appeared over me, blocking some of the light.

Someone jumps down to me and another boy after them. I could make out long dark hair on the first one and short dark hair on the second. I know them; the first is Teresa and the second is Thomas. WICKED sent them up here ten months ago. I remember when it happened; they were my friends. Well, before they came into the Glade, that is. They shouldn't remember me; not even Thomas, though he went through the Changing. WICKED made sure they wouldn't remember me because of my mission. They'd try to save him and that would only make things even messier.

I looked up at them, still unable to move. I knew I didn't remember my past, but I remembered WICKED and watching all of these guys come up in the box and live in the Glade; even watched that poor kid get sliced in half. That made me nearly throw up seeing only his bottom half laying there, bleeding out. WICKED got rid of it quick and completely sanitized the area where the mutilated half body fell.

They looked down at my nearly lifeless body; in complete shock that WICKED would send up a dead girl. It took practically all of my energy to move my hand slightly. Thomas looked over at Teresa and I knew in an instant that he had seen me move. I knew they were speaking telepathically the way they nodded and looked at each other. Thomas then looked up at the other boys surrounding the Box.

"Go get Newt," he said. A couple of boys ran off somewhere I couldn't see and a few minutes later a boy with blond hair came running toward the Box. He jumped in without stopping and knelt down to me. He put two fingers on the soft spot under my chin and waited.

"She's got a pulse," he declared. Teresa let out a breath and Newt picked me up and carried me out of the Box, followed closely by Thomas and Teresa. As he carried me to the Homestead, I felt my eyelids grow heavy.

"Are you alright?" Newt asked, looking down at me in concern. I thought recognised his accent from somewhere. And then it hit me; he was my mission. Just before I lost all sight of the world around me, I whispered,

"You." And I felt my eyes close and my body go completely limp in his strong arms.