In the Scorch (Newt x reader)

Eight

~ (y/n)'s P.O.V. ~

My head was pounding as we went inside the building. I could faintly hear the rest of the Gladers past the ringing in my ears as the door closed behind us. I clung to Newt, trying to look around, but everything was dark. I could barely comprehend what was happening as the Gladers began shouting, then there was a small torch light being lit beside me. I could faintly see Newt in front of me as he set me on the ground, then he was holding one of our canteens, touching the plastic to my lips. I groaned, pushing it back for a moment. Newt shook his head at me. 

"No, come on, you got to drink at least a little bit. It'll make you feel better." I closed my eyes as Newt brought the canteen back to my lips, letting me drink some.  I opened my eyes when the canteen was pulled away, some of the pounding in my head fading. Newt brought out a piece of bread. "Come on, eat some too." I grabbed at the bread sluggishly. I opened my mouth to eat the bread, my jaw aching as I did so. Newt nodded, smiling as he sat back. "There you go." I sighed as I ate the bread, looking around. Tommy sat a little ways away, eating as well. Dan and Adam sat with him. Adam had a large cut across his forehead as he drank. Behind them, Jeff and Aidan were working on patching someone up. In the other direction a lot of the Gladers were standing. I could hear Minho with them, shouting at some people I couldn't see. 

"Any better?" I nodded, slowly pointing to the group of Gladers as I finished chewing. 

"You might want to go get Minho before he shucks something up." Newt sighed, looking in the direction Minho was in as his shouts grew louder. Newt nodded, giving me a pointed look.

"Keep eating your bread. I'll be back." Then Newt was gone. I watched as he pushed through the small group of Gladers, his voice cutting over Minho's.

"You doing all right?" I looked beside me at Tommy. He was crouching down at my side. I nodded. 

"Yeah, for almost dying the millionth time, I'd say I'm doing okay. Are you okay? You got tossed the same that I did." Tommy sighed, sitting back, his arms crossed over his knees. 

"I thought I died when I got thrown. My hearing went out for a moment and that... electric blue outline of the lightning was stuck in my mind. It was only when the lighting struck again and the sand shifted that I realized I was alive and had to get you." I nodded, biting at my bread piece and chewing at it slow. 

"I couldn't hear either, scared the hell out of me when you grabbed me. Everything was just ringing." I thought back to when I flew through the air, how the basket crushed underneath me when I landed then rolled. "My wheelchair probably attracted it, the metal on it I mean." Tommy nodded.

"I should've just carried you, really I should've, but I thought I'd be able to get your wheelchair to the building as well, then the dumb path started twisting and turning." I shrugged. 

"Of course WICKED would create a path that would later give us a disadvantage. But I don't want you to worry about what happened and what you did or didn't do. Look at us, we're alive. It's not like I haven't suffered a few scratches before." Tommy scoffed.

"Scratches? Getting near struck by lightning and getting thrown through the air, I think that's more than a scratch." A small smile came onto my face, but I didn't respond. Where the Gladers stood, more shouts broke out. I pushed myself off of the wall, trying to get a better look.

"What is going on?" Tommy shook his head, getting up. 

"I'm not sure. I'll go check it out." I grabbed his arm.  

"Don't. Don't leave me here." 

"I don't think I'm supposed to be taking you near the trouble." 

"I'll be fine." Tommy sighed, looking hesitant, but then he leaned back down, helping support me in a standing position. 

"Sorry, my arm hurts a bit to use from when I landed on it so I can't carry you." I shook my head at Tommy, letting him know it was fine as he led me toward the group. 

Minho was at the front of the group with Newt holding him back. I could also see the two men that stood in front of the group of Gladers. One stood with his arms crossed and a smirk playing on his lips. The other just stood to the side, watching with a glare, hand on the gun in his hip. God, Minho, what were you thinking?

"Minho! Calm down!" Newt yelled at him, but Minho continued to struggle in Newt's hold.  

"He's being a shuck face!" Minho growled, shoving forward. Winston moved, grabbing at Minho with Newt and pulling him back.

"That doesn't matter. If you do anything, he'll kill you! Now calm the bloody hell down!" Minho slackened, then Newt slowly let him go, gesturing for Winston to do the same. Minho stepped back from where Newt stood, moving to be with the other Gladers as Newt stepped forward, a hand out. I felt my stomach clench as the two men's focus moved to him. 

"I'm sorry about him, he has some... temper issues. He really means well."

"I see... that can get him in big trouble." The smirking man smiled. "Why don't we teach him a lesson, such as chop off all your fingers!" The man pointed to Minho with a small laugh. 

"What?!" Minho screamed and the Gladers echoed him. 

"You all heard me. He tried to attack me, when all I wanted to do was talk. He needs punishment to show the respect me and my men need to be treated with." Newt stepped in the way of Minho. 

"Now I'm sure we can talk without violence here." Newt took a step closer, hands still out. The man with the gun pulled it out, pointing it at Newt.

"Don't step any closer, boy, or I'll shoot you." I felt a panic draw in my chest as everyone stood, silent. I cleared my throat. 

"Shoot him, and you'll regret it. That'll be the last thing you ever do." I pushed some of my weight off of Tommy, trying to stand on both feet as the group of Gladers all faced me, and the men's attention moved from Newt to me and Tommy. Tommy shifted uncomfortably as the smirking man moved through the Gladers towards us. 

"Darling, I don't think you're the one fit to make a very promising threat." I glared at him. 

"I see myself fit to threaten whoever I please, especially when they threatened my boyfriend first." Tommy cleared his throat, looking between the two of us.

"Or, how about we just talk, like you said you wanted, without the violence." The man sent Tommy a smile. 

"But then where is the fun in that?" Tommy gave the man a look and the man let out a whine and pouted. 

"Fiiiinnneee." Tommy moved forward with me, pausing to give me to Newt. "I want the girl to come too." 

"What?" I looked up with Newt's reply, not wanting to go with the man. Newt's grip on my waist tightened as the man looked back at us.

"I want the girl to come while we talk to me. Don't worry, despite her threat, she won't be harmed. Now, come along. We don't have all night." I looked at Newt. He looked down at me with a frown as I was passed back to Tommy. The man led us to a set of stairs, his colleague with a gun following behind me and Tommy.  Tommy gave me a hopeless look, then we slowly and painfully started up the stairs. 

Original Publish Date: April 17, 2017