Newt imagines 2

Biter

The room was fit for a King, a large fire place surrounded by baskets of wood, unfortunately nothing was currently burning, above hung a large old fashioned picture of a man dressed finely in armour. There was a game table with leather edges, shelves of books line the walls. On a sofa embroidered with a gold lace, sat the old couple, they smile and gesture towards a leather armchair. "Currently we are low on seats, sorry for the inconvenience." He said like a greeting.

Between the armchair and sofa was a long wooden coffee table with feet that looked like they had rickets. On top was heaven, a platter of crackers with salmon and sophisticated appetisers and even better was a bowl of Pringles. You take the bowl of Pringles and sit in the armchair, knees pulled into your chest and the bowl on top. Meanwhile Newt graciously took several salmon crackers and sat besides you.

"The crisps were for the children." She says dropping her smile.
You shrug and eat a handful, they were better than you remembered , each pringle like a little flavour of pure joy.
They look at each other concerned. "Do you mind if we film? We film all of our interviews so we can take another look at you, if needs be."
"Sure." You say a mouthful of crisps. A gain they throw concerned looks at each other, not impressed by your manners, then she gets up and waddles to a camera pointing it to face you and Newt. A red light blinks and then the woman sits down. "We will require you to both answer each question..."
"Are you going to interview the kids?" You cut in, picking crumbs off your top.
The man gives you a contempt smile that lasts a second. "No, we have accepted the kids already, we were purely going to bring them in to get to know each other and distribute them to foster parents. And as my wife was saying these interviews...
"The kids aren't staying if we aren't."  You cut in again.
He claps his hands like he was slamming a fist on the table. "These interviews are for us to decide wether to allow you into our home. So young lady I think you should rethink your attitude and start to impress us." He nods down at you muddy boots on the seat. You roll your eyes and kick your boots off revealing the knife strapped to your leg with torn pieces of cloth.

"Sorry, her sister is one of the children, called Emily." Newt smiles breaking the tension in the air. The couple respond with an oh, then get on with the interview.
"Our names are Mr and Mrs Arundle, nice to meet you.." They lean forward shaking Newt's hand, skipping past your frown.
"Newt and this is y/n, she's our leader." He wraps his arm around your shoulder."Troy lied, he just thinks he is alpha." Newt doesn't hesitate to put out there.
"Don't worry we saw straight through Troy, we know his type. Now why did you come to  the castle?" Mrs Arundle says.
You laugh."pft, isn't it clear? The same reason as you, to survive."
"Why here exactly?" Mr Arundle persists.
"I used to come here every summer holiday as a kid."
The round woman is already looking through a large book, adjusting tiny specs on her big nose. "Ah yes, you came with your mummy and daddy for tens years in a row and then we never saw you again. Why is that?"
"We found out my dad had a four year old son, and my mum became an alcoholic and I went to army camp every summer to get away from her." You smile cheesily, hiding the pain, never ending feeling of being the lonely and a complete failure, you went through in those years.
"You never told me you went to army camp?" Newt laughs, sounding truly astonished.
You shrug. "I guessed you knew, how else would I have been able to do half the things I've done."
Mr Arundle points his finger between you two. "You guys didn't know each other before this?"
You both shake your heads. "Y/n saved me, my two friends outside and the kids from a building in the city..." He wavers on about the evening, practically turning you into superman.  The Arundles suddenly look at you in a new light, they stop looking at you down their noses and now make a proper respectful eye contact. You go back to your bowl of crisps.

Mr Arundle breaths deeply. "That's quite a feat. So how many people have you killed?"
Your taken back by the sudden turn. "Um, do I have to answer that?"
"Yes, why? How many have you killed?" They ask  simultaneously, looking exceedingly concerned.
You take a deep breath, Newt squeezes your hand. "One. I killed one man... But I had no choice he was going to kill Newt, so I..." You fade away.
"Don't think us stupid." Mrs Arundle says. "We are old but we can hear as well as you can."
What the hell were they talking about? "Newt was there he saw, I've only killed one person!" You defend yourself.
"See is right." Newt backs you up.
"Newt just told us he's seen you kill at least three or four."
Were they on drugs? You look at Newt feeling almost scared. "Those were biters."
"People." Mr Arundle wrongly corrects. "There just sick people needing our help."
Your hand brushes against the knife on your leg. "Is this place secure? Are we safe here?" You question with authority.
"How many people have you killed?" He raises his voice louder than yours.
"ARE WE SAFE HERE?!" You scream. Jumping out your seat and standing above mr Arundle.