Newt imagines 2

Horror story.... Gone wrong?

Woah, I'm on a roll tonight! Second stories in one evening. Hope you guys like this one it's very different and slow compared to the first. Idkwhatiwrite xx

Feet rush down the corridors, people colliding into walls as they all serge to the stairs.
You rub your eyes, warm breath tickling your neck, Newt lies beside you his arm still around your waist. Did I...? Was all you could think. You shake him awake.
"Morning love." He groans pulling you closer.
"Newt did we...?"
He chuckles. "You came in here cause you thought you saw a clown, so no, is your answer."
"Good." You smile lying back down. "I don't want to go to work..." Your groan of complaint is interrupted by a loud rushed knock on the door.

"Newt! Alby wants you, Now!" A boy yells his running footsteps heard before Newt can even respond.
"I guess your wanted." You laugh.
He grumbles and slips out of bed pulling on yesterday's clothes that has spent the night on the floor.

He grabs your hand and pulls you out of bed, you groan missing the warmth of the sheets. You leave the homestead together.

You grip Newt's hand harder. All the gladers were gathered around a tree just off the orchard, lots of shouting and gasps of horrors were heard. Newt looks at you questioningly, but all you can do is shrug in response, yourself curious at what was going on so early in the morning. He pushes his way through the crowd. "Guys out the way let me pass."

You continue gripping onto his hand, it might have been too hard cause he kept looking back at you. Bump. Newt suddenly slammed on his brakes, you collided into his back. There was a smell, like burnt, charcoal meat, you pinch your nose. "Newt?" You ask still holding his hand.
"Y/n, go back into the homestead." He ordered.
"No Newt, I want to see. What is it?" You try to push past him but he blocks your way.
"Y/n, I'm second in command and I'm telling you to take Charlie and go wait in my room." Newt never used his powerful position over you, this was freaking you out.
You push the glader next to him out of the way. You gasp a cry and cup your mouth. Newt pulls you into his side.

It was awful. Poor Fred. His neck a bulbous purple were the rope had been too tight. Blood trickled out his mouth, pattering on the grass besides a small, extinguished BBQ. You push your eyes into Newt's top, you kept seeing it. The long black tongue on the BBQ and the burnt imprint in Fred's head. A merry-go-round.

His curly ginger hair had burnt round the edge of his face from the brand mark on his head. You remember messing around one evening and plaiting his hair it was so long, into six perfect plaits. His hair had been super fizzy the next day.

The stench was worse than the image, burnt hair and tongue, ripe blood and rotting flesh. It masked out all smell of the animals. It latched into you nose refusing to leave, or let Newt's scent take over.

"Y/n, look at me y/n." Newt coed, his thumbs stroking your eyelids open. He was staring his brown eyes into your watering ones. "Go find Charlie and wait in my room, OK?"

You nod flicking one last look at the scene. You regret it. Fred's eyes were wide open staring into you.

Taking hold of Charlie's small hand you both walk in silence to Newt's room. You sit on the bed hugging the sobbing boy. He wipes his snotty nose on his sleeve and then his trouser leg. "Who do you think did it?" His voice a small squeak.
You didn't want to think about it. Outside footsteps were tripping in mass as Alby sent all the boys to rooms in the homestead.
"I.. I don't know." You stroke his dark hair, the smoothness like a relaxation method
Charlie turns to face you sitting crossed leg. "Do you think it was the clown?" His voice was trembling. He was truly afraid of the clown.
You smile weakly and shake your head. "No, the clown couldn't get in the glade, the maze doors were shut plus the grievers would have taken him."
"No I mean the toy clown." He whispered like it could be eves dropping on our conversation.
"No, why would say that?"
He sobbed. "Me and Fred were playing catch with it last night," he stopped crying and whispered. "We dissed the clown y/n."
"Charlie I...." I was saying when the door opened. Charlie screamed and jumped onto my lap.