Little Wolf (NewtxReader)

Chapter 3 - All You Need Is Energy, Eftie

Tah-daaaah! Chapter 3! :)

Newt is silent, so you turn to Ben, who's still out cold. Kneeling down, you rip off a small strip from your pant leg, soaking it in the water from Ben's pack before draping it across his forehead. Newt still just watches you, not moving an inch. He is pale, but dark in the face at the same time.

You can tell the gash on his head will only get worse, so you start to dab at it, letting an unknown wisdom take over. By the time Newt snaps out of his stupor and comes up behind you, asking how he can help, you've already got the damage all sealed up. You don't know how you did it with so little experience, but you don't question it seeing as you and Newt now have a much bigger problem. You are stuck in the maze over-night, with an unconcious friend.

You lean against the wall in defeat, slowly sliding down until you hit the ground with a whoosh. Next to you, you feel Newt slide down and put a slightly hesitant arm around your shoulder.

"Y/N?" He looks at you.

"What?" You ask him a little harshly.

"Do you think it's possible for us to actually make it back to the Glade?" He gazes at you with innocent, chocolate eyes, shattering your E/C ones. You put on a determined face quickly.

"Of course we will - We have to make it out of here to listen to Minho's sass one more time!" You say optimistically.

Newt grins. "You're so strong, Little Wolf. So strong," He tells you genuinely, staring intensely into your eyes. When you smile shyly at the nickname, Newt grins widely and squeezes your shoulders. But suddenly, a clicking is heard nearby, causing Newt to glance up frantically. "If a Griever catches us, we're dead, Little Wolf. We need to avoid that, okay?" He asks you sternly. You nod your head.

"Scary clicky monster is a no-no. Got it. Now let's go!" You scream as another clicking barrage resonates off the walls.

But then, a look of horror speeads across Newt's face and he murmers, "We can't leave Ben here: he'll die!" Your eyes widen. You had completely forgotten about Ben! Your brain races for a solution, and finally settles for the risky one. Pulling Newt behind you, you run to Ben, starting to push him against the wall's vines in defeated hope. Then, Ben almost slips out of your grasp, having slid through the vines - you thought you hadn't seen any wall behind the lower ones - so you react quickly.

First, you slip Ben's Runner knife out of his belt, then grab Newt's wrist tightly, not intending to let go. You start running the opposite direction of the (increasingly loud) noises of the Grievers. Newt calls out, "Woah!", then steadies himself into a sprint behind you. Newt must have been genuinely shaken, because he can only barely keep up with you. The Griever, not having entirely picked up your scent yet, scrambles blindly at the sudden noises. Turning the corner wildly, the slimy monstrosity catches sight of you.

The Griever is terrifying. You don't like to describe it, so let's just say that it's got talons, spider legs, mechanical parts, and a whole lot of slime.

Now it's just a game of tag. You, having no idea where you're going, run in random directions just focusing on getting away. When the Griever finally catches up to you, you're helpless. You're tired, and you've hit a cross-section. Bending down to put your hands on your thighs, you try to supress your tears - you know that now's not the time.

Without warning, Newt turns to face the Griever and runs right at it, grabbing a knife from his Runner's belt and swiftly deflecting a swipe from the monster-spider. In the spur of the moment, you grab Ben's knife from your belt and jump in front of Newt, who looks to you and mutters, "Don't do this, Little Wolf." You mistake his meaning.