TMR/TBS Imagines

Newt // It's a girl

I woke up in complete darkness and with a queasy stomach. I was being lifted quickly upwards only letting the small red flashing lights illuminate the space in front of me.

I got to my feet and found myself flooding with questions: where am I? Why am I here? Who put me here? Why can't I remember anything except my name? My name is
(Y/N)... I think... yes, yes that's it.

My brain stopped rambling on and on once the lift came to an abrupt halt. I was sent onto my hands and knees facing the dark trench beneath me.

A set of sliding doors allowing bright light to fill the box, temporarily blinding me. I faced the ground and covered my eyes with my right arm.

Whispering and snickers were heard above me forcing me to looked up, despite the pain in my unadjusted eyes.

Above me, were a group of about fifty boys staring down at me. Some of them looked at me like I was fresh meat after they hadn't eaten in weeks and the other half were confused as hell. I stood up and stepped away from the wall.

"It's a girl?"

"Send it back."

"I call dibs."

"You think they made a mistake?"

"Maybe the creators want us to have some fun."

The sentences were getting more and more vicious as they continued. A dark skinned guy came to the front of the opening and held his hand up.

"Slim it right now or I'll throw you all off the Cliff myself," he threatened in a deep voice.

"Should we bring her up?" A boy asked with an accent. From this angle, I couldn't make our who said it let alone what he meant. I just wanted to hide away but right now I needed to be strong. Don't show them any emotions, (Y/N). Maybe they'll leave you alone?

"Gally, bring her up," the dark skinned boy said.

A boy jumped into the lift we me making it shake on it's hinges. He had crazy eyebrows and short cut blonde hair. He grabbed my arm and pulled me closer to him. A rope was lowered into the cage and was dangling over my head.

The boy grabbed the rope and slipped my body through the loop. In a matter of seconds, I was lifted out of the cage and set onto grass. The fifty boys were crowded around me, all staring down at me.

I scurried around the floor before finding my feet and getting up. I made a dash towards a crack in one of the large walls surrounding me... wait, walls? Why was I stuck inside large walls?

I only made it a few meters when hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me into someone. My attacker dragged me backwards despite my cries and wriggling body.

"Please don't hurt me," I cried as the boy stopped. The boy spun me around and forced me to look at him. He was a blonde boy with a cut jawline and chocolate brown eyes. Wait, why could I remember chocolate but not my last name?

"I'm not gonna hurt you. Just calm down alright," the boy spoke with a smooth British accent that I remembered hearing after the lift was opened.

Behind him were a smaller group of boys walking towards us. I pushed the blonde boy off me and took steps backwards, unknowing where I was going but I needed to get away.

The blonde must have read my mind as he stood behind me to keep me from running off. The dark skinned boy stood in front of me but made sure to keep fare distance to not frighten me but it's too late for that.

"Newt, you take her to the pit. I'm calling a gathering about this," the dark skinned explained.

A hand was placed on my back making me jump again. I spun around and found the blond boy chuckling at me.