Newt Imagines

Newt Imagine 3: Part 1

You sit at the metal bench in the canteen area, picking at your food and refusing to eat.
'Y/N!' Newt calls. 'Eat something, or you're gonna bloody starve!'
'It won't make a shuck difference, Newt. I've probably got the Flare, and that'll kill me off soon enough.' You protest.
'They said we were all immune.' He replied softly.
'Yeah, well, WICKED aren't known for their truth telling skills, are they?' Newt goes silent, and you return to picking at your food.
'But what if-' he begins.
'Shtum.'
You pick up your glass and take a sip of your water, and feel a thud, where a boy has plonked himself down next to you. It was Minho. He was your best friend, other than Newt, and you knew everything about one another. Well, almost. You were basically siblings, and you loved him to bits.
'Sup, you ugly shank.' Was his initial response.
'Lovely greeting, that.' You say, not looking up from your food.
'Cheer up a bit, Y/N/N (Your Nickname)!' He says.
No response from you.
'You aren't-' Newt stammers. 'You aren't, well, depressed, are you?'
You look up at him, disbelief shadowing your face, and you slam down your fork.
'Yes, Newt. I am depressed.' You say defiantly, and his eyes well up with tears. 'Has it really taken you this long to notice?' He nods, a tear falling down is cheek. You stare at him, dumbfounded by the fact that he only just realised.
'I'm fucking done here.'
You stand up and step over the bench seat, fold your arms and storm out of the canteen, slamming the door behind you. You hear it open, and Minho calls for you to come back. You start sprinting, and he follows you.
'LEAVE ME ALONE, MINHO!'
'WHY THE SHUCK SHOULD I?'
'BECAUSE I WANT TO BE ALONE'
He sighs and then walks away, understanding that when you need to be alone, you need to be alone. You find a small cupboard and sit in the dark, pulling your knees up to your chest and pondering over everything that happened in the past 2 years.
After two hours of hiding in the cupboard and crying, you come out and make your way back to the hall, where Minho and Newt were still sat.
'And at last, she returns,' Minho calls, causing you to give him your death stare, and he backs away a little.
'What took you so long?' Newt asks.
'You of all people should know.' You say stubbornly.
'What exactly do you me-'
'Newt, I love you to bits but will you please shush for a minute?' You say, slightly aggravated.
'If you insist.'
You turn to the door and start pondering on what could possibly be happening to Thomas. The worst scenarios seem to be the ones to pop into your head first, and you immediately assume that he's been brutally murdered in one way or another.
'Any news on Thomas?' You finally ask.
'Nope. Not a single thing,' Newt replies.
'I hope he's alright,' Minho pipes. 'I've imagined that shank dead in ten thousand different ways by now.'
'Dude, you aren't the only one,' you say.
Suddenly a sharp pain erupts in your head and you put your hand to your temple, screwing up your face in discomfort.
'Something wrong?' Newt asks.
'No, darling, nothing.' The lies flew out of your mouth like there was nothing in their path. It was as if there were an itch that you couldn't possibly scratch, and it was driving you off the brink.
Suddenly the door opened, and Ratman walked through, holding a white clipboard in his rodent-like hands, and I stand up in anger, but Newt pulls me down to stop me.
'Y/N, there is only so much violence that you can use. Besides, he probably has about twenty guards behind him.' he whispers
'Hello, everyone. I believe that you may have noticed an empty space in your lives, and I also believe that the filler of this empty space is with me.' He nods towards the door. 'Would you like to come in?'
I look over his shoulder and see a tall boy step through the door.
Thomas.
'THOMAS! HI! WHERE THE SHUCK HAVE YOU BEEN?' I say running over to him and pulling him into a hug.
'I've been in a white room with padding on the walls if you're so interested in knowing.' he replies.
'I bet that was a fun four weeks,' You reply.
'You don't say.'
'Tommy! How are ya, shank?' Newt chirps.
'I've been better, but not too awful.'
The chorus of chatter is constant and seems to continue forever, until Ratman ends it.
'Yes, I understand that Subject A2,' You grip Newt's wrist at the sound of the words. 'has been missing, and reunions are important to you, but there are far more important things to get onto.'
'What the heck do you mean 'more important'?' You yell from the back.
'Subject A14, calm down.' he responds quietly.
'I have a fucking name, you know!' You yell, but this time louder and clearer than the last.
'A14, calm down. And besides, I won't be using any of your names today.'
'BE GLAD I'M NOT COMING AND SMASHING YOUR FUCKING FACE IN UNTIL YOU CAN'T FEEL IT ANYMORE, YOU THICK SHUCK-FACE!'
'Calm down, this really isn't necessary.'
'I'M GOING TO FUCKING MURDER YOU!'
'Y/N?' Newt says. 'Calm down, Y/N, calm down. Breath!'
You take a few deep breaths and you soon calm again.
'Dear me, I do believe that we should learn a little respect for elders.'
'Fuck you, you dumb rat,' You say, and you stick up your middle finger at him.
'Maybe we can learn respect for elders when you stop treating us like test monkeys.'
'Honestly, I'd love to see that rat nose smashed.' Newt cries, a sudden fury appearing in his eyes, and he grips your wrist so tightly it hurts.
'Everybody, calm down. I know that we have not been at all honest to you, and because of all the torture we put you through, you must hate us. But, do remember, WICKED is-'
'WICKED is bloody good, blah, blah, blah, we get the gist. Just get the shuck on with it.' Newt yells, and you know that something is up.
'Yes, A5, that is exactly what I mean.' says Ratman softly as you subtly try to keep Newt from going over there and kicking the klunk out of him. 'However, as of today, we will be telling the 100% truth.'
'What truth do you have to tell?' Minho calls.
'We are going to be removing the Swipe.'