Second Time Around // Newt x Reader

7

             "WHAT THE SHUCK, MINHO?!" You shouted at the top of your lungs at the boy who just dumped a full bucket of water over your head. You were about to strangle him.

"Oh, come on. It was funny!" Minho said putting his hands on his hips.

You heard Thomas, Chuck, Newt, Frypan, Gally, Alby, and Winston burst out laughing in the background.

"You're all slintheads." You said smirking.

"Don't be like that, (Y/N)." Thomas said, jokingly, sitting next to you.

You got up and ran away.

"What do you think she's got planned for us?" You heard Winston say.

"Don't know but we should be scared." Newt said back.

You didn't know what, how, or when but you would get them back. And you knew it. You made it to the woods. You kept running. You ran until you got to a wall. You in the corner thinking about how you were going to get them back. You closed your eyes, trying to remember if you pulled a prank on anyone in your life before the Maze/Glade whatever they called it.

You felt something cold snaking around your waist.

"Guys stop." You said trying to swat whatever it was away.

It felt like hands. At first you thought they were Minho's. Or it they weren't his, they were Newt's or Thomas's. When they wouldn't let go you opened your eyes. They was nothing standing in front of you. You looked down. There were arms there. They were muscly. They had purple pulsing veins all over them. Mixed in with the veins were blood stains, scratches, still fresh cuts, scars, and bite marks. You turned to see who the arms belonged to. A man's yellow tinted eyes that were blood shot stared into your (E/C) ones. He had patchy hair, his clothes were barely hanging onto him, they were ripped so bad, his lips pressed into a sickening grin, his teeth were surprisingly perfect, but one thing was missing. His nose.

"Hello, noses." His voice was strained and deep.

You did they only thing you could think of. You screamed. You fought against him as he tried to pull you closer.

"Stop squirming, noses! I just wants your nose. You have a very pretty one, don't you think?" The man said.

"Let go of me!" You yelled.

You swung a fist at his face. It connected with his left cheek, right under his eye. He yelped and instinctively brought his hands up to his cheek. You quickly got to your feet, only to be pulled back down by the man grabbing onto your feet.

"Okay, (Y/N)! We know what you're doing! You could come out!" You heard Minho shout.

"HEL-" You tried to shout back. The man was on top of you with his hand clamped against your mouth.

"Shut up, noses! Hold still so I could get your nose!" The man shouted.

You bit his hand and he yelped again. It gave you enough time to crawl out from under him, get to your feet, and sprint a few feet. The man jumped on you, sent you flying forward and you hit a tree. It knocked the breath out of you.

"Did you find a noses?" A women said  from behind you.

She walked into your sight. She looked exactly like the man. Except, she was shorter, had long blonde hair, was wearing a tattered brown dress with an ugly flower pattern, and was less muscular. But she still had no nose.

"(Y/N). Seriously. Come out!" Minho called.

"Don't you think I would if I could?" You said in a whisper.