TMR/TBS Imagines

Newt // Siblings

My eyes bursted open shifting me from my slumber to panic. I flopped onto my stomachs and emptied my lungs of water. I coughed below me and watched the water drip through the squares in the floor.

I could feel myself being lifted quickly upwards in a dark metal box. The elevator was filled with crates and boxes and... a person. On the other side of the cage was a boy with dark hair.

He suddenly awoke the same way I did, gasping for air after spitting out water. He looked up at me while panting and eyes me carefully. He looked so familiar. I knew we knew each other but we couldn't put our fingers on it.

"Where are we?" He asked in a croaked voice.

"I don't know. Some kind of elevator," I explained pulling my legs into my chest. I was behind frightened in this cage with a stranger being taken somewhere I didn't know about. "My names (Y/N)."

"Thomas," the boy replied. He inspected the red lights flashing on the walls as we ascended until panic flashed his face. "Were gonna hit. We're gonna hit!" He was staring at the ceiling coming closer and closer to us at quick speeds. We were gonna crash.

Thomas tore his hands against the walls of the cage while screaming out for anyone to hear him but nothing. Not even an echo could be heard below us. How long had we been rising?

Suddenly, the box jerked to a stop, causing me to lift off ground and slam back into it. My forehead connected first leaving a large wound trickling my blood.

"Thomas," I moaned as my vision became dark and I fell back to sleep.

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"Shh, don't be so bloody loud," a boy called as I became aware of where I was yet I found no energy to open to my eyes.

"How long do you think it'll be before she wakes up?" Another boy asked.

"I don't know. For everyone it's different. Most boys wake up still in the box."

"No she did wake up. Then she hit her head and fell back asleep." Why was it only boys speaking. We're there no girls wherever I was?

"I think she's waking up," another boy said as I found myself filtering my eyes open. I took in where I was and noticed 5 people staring at me (4 boys, 1 girl).

"Hey, how you feeling (Y/N)?" Thomas asked.

"You know her name?" The girl asked. She was pretty and had her black hair curved over her hour glass figure. She had crystal blue eyes and freckles dotting her cheeks. For a split second, I looked down at myself and realized there was no comparison; she was better looking than me in every aspect.

"I'm okay but my head hurts," I said rubbing the bandage covering part of my forehead.

"Hey there greenie," a blonde boy said coming up to me. He was a tall boy with a charming British accent. He was captivating. I couldn't take my eyes off him. His warm brown eyes melted around his black pupils that were enveloped in a layer of darkness, as if he had dark secrets he wanted to hidden. His floppy golden hair was swayed to the left side of his face. His lips were pink and plump, making the want to taste them become unbearable.

I could tell from only looking at him that there was something different about him. Something that I wanted to know more about. "The names Newt. I'm second in command around here. Look I know you're scared and in pain but there's nothing to worry about."

"But where am I?" I asked sounding about as weak as I felt.

"You're in the glade. I'll explain everything when you're feeling better and we can go on the tour-"