Newt imagines 2

Bagsy

You peeped over the edge, your chin resting in your hands, you lie on your stomach. You kick your legs watching a bunch of boy, who had earlier ran in here.

"Hey." Your bff says lying next to you.

"Shh!" You hiss and point at the boys below, she raises her eyebrows and smirks.

Most of them were asleep curled up on the floor except two. The first one was moving his dark hair clung to his face, the other one looked dead, he was resting against a wall staring into nowhere.

"Bagsy the blonde one." She giggles.

You playfully punch her. "Oy I saw him first."

She sticks out her tongue. "But I said bagsy."

You giggle with her looking back at the boys, it's been a long time since anyone new arrived here and, well, newbies always meant an exciting party.

The two below began to talk.

"Guests?" A deep voice says behind you, you turn to smile at Jorge.

"Guests!" Brenda laughs next to you, "I love guests!" She pats your back taking Jorge's hand to stand up, then stretches out to you helping you to your feet.

You pick up the kitchen knife resting at your side slotting it into your belt. Jorge moves closer to the edge of the hole, you and Brenda gather behind him with all the other cranks. "Food?" Jorge says before jumping down into the hole. He rolled three times going out of view.

You looked to Brenda she held up her hand. Wait. Then the cue came.

"My name is Jorge and I'm the crank who rules this place."

You snatched some rope throwing it into the below, smiling at Brenda you pass the end of the rope back to the body builder crank. Then screaming you both ran and jumped.

The wind caused from the fall felt amazing, the adrenaline was so good. You caught the rope halfway down, your leather gloves stoping rope burn, the rope slowed your descent allowing a square footed landing. Quickly drawing your kitchen knife, you felt like a wolf cornering its prey. You gathered behind Jorge, he was wiping blood off his mouth and the dark hair boy had moved besides an Asian boy who was definitely looking bad. His clothes were burnt and his tanned skin had black blistering patches all over.

'He'll survive' you tell yourself. Burn is the least of his worries out here.

The blond boy was looking alright - well better than alright, he was drop dead gorgeous, a rare sight these days. Brenda elbowed you winking. "Hottie" she mouthed, you only nodded turning back to face him, you wanted to remember what true beauty looked like before you ended it.
The dark haired boy started making deals with Jorge who agreed to have ten minutes alone. You grab him by the arm, "do you want me to come?"

He shook his head addressing the group, "rest of you stay here, watch these punks. If I give the word, let the death games begin." Then they disappeared.

"You couldn't keep your bloody mouth shut could you?" The blonde boy snaps to the Asian, he sighs running his hand through his hair. He flicked his eyes to the group of cranks momentarily pausing on you and Brenda. You stand in silence watching him for about five minutes, it's amusing, he knows your watching him but refuses to stare back. "What's he doing with Tommy?" He asks the cranks.

No one answers, you look at Brenda, she shakes her head but your not one to listen. "Probably eating his eyeballs." You point the tip of your blade at blonde boy smiling as he spots the died blood on it. "Their... The most delicious part."