Newt imagines 2

The gladers

I ran out my kitchen door, running straight to Ben's side, the poor trainee was blooded and bruised, coughing on the garrison floor where he had been thrown. I growled up at the red guards. "Fornier, you have no business here, or beating up our trainees." I snapped up at the red guards captain, a new placement installed by the king's new advisor, his bastard brother.

Fornier, a man with a stumbled beard and moustache, a long red pointed hat with a peasant's tail feather stuck out the end. He leant down from his horse. "We're the red guards, lady, we go where we want and when, even your precious garrison." His breath stunk of rot, and food was stuck between his teeth.
"And what right does that give you to pick on younger boys?!" I laughed at his stupidness. I pulled Ben up and swung his arm round my shoulder, trying to support the boy. His whole face and been screwed up by them bastards, he had a big swollen black eye that looked like a pigs bladder. His bottom lip was split and cracked, blood trickling out. His limbs hung loosely by his side and his head flopped down slightly. This was awful, and not the first time.

Fornier remained silent but continuously looking overjoyed with his triumph.
I shook my head. "Pick on someone your own size." I muttered.
Fornier seemed to get excited by that comment, his horse pacing on the spot. He laughed wickedly. "What? Someone like your fiancé? Or do you mean your husband, Arquette?"

I grit my teeth at the man, still two years later and i could feel that death sentence round my neck.

"What's going on here?" A voice called from behind the red guards. They all flicked round and there was our minister. He looked strong and powerful in his new blue jacket, with the badge on the side, but forever the glader symbol on his heart.

Alby walked round to me pulling up a stool and sitting Ben on it.
Alby turned to Fornier whilst I sorted Ben. "You know all too well at that was a lie made up by Rochefort, a Spanish spy, two years ago, Forneir. So don't you come waving round your lack intelligence here, you'll only get kicked down into the mud."

"Was that a threat?" Fornier said slyly.

Alby nodded, his hands on his broad hips. "Yes, it would only take one word to the King and your regiment would be disbanded. Now I suggest you scat."
Fornier looked to his men, yanked on his reins, causing the animal to shriek and trotted out his men following.

Alby turned to Ben, and clapped his shoulders. "You good?"
Ben nodded, his head moving less than a cm.
I tilted his head up aiding a dribbling of ale down his throat. "This cannot continue Alby, it's almost daily now. It was poor Chuck yesterday, they chased him through the city with dogs."
Alby looked up at me than to Ben. "Yes, I heard about that.... I'm almost tempted to call the men back, they'd beat the red guards into place quickly." He laughed thinking how angry the four guys would be, they would certainly have a punch or two for Forneir, especially Minho.
I flashed up at Alby, moving closer. "Yes! Alby please!"
He shook his head. "I would love to, y/n, you know I would, but the war isn't going well, it may be another year or two."
I began to wipe blood off of Ben's face. "Please, Alby we can't last another month let alone a year. Plus I never hear from Newt, he's stopped writing completely."
Alby squeezed my shoulder. "He's busy, that's all, I get reports back and on the envelope it always says 'send my love'. Now who do you think would interfere with his superior's letters just to write that?"
I laughed and felt a small glow. Newt. Thinking of him made me all bubbly and giggly inside. I blushed.

"Now." Alby said. "I need to get some paper work and I'll leave you to it." He bounded up the balcony stairs.

"Adam!" I shouted waving him over to take Ben to his room, I walked back to my kitchen and sat down at the table. I would never escape Arquette would I? He would always haunt me from his grave. I didn't even have the necklace now and he still mocked me.
I reached into my left breast pocket, I had sewn on just above my heart. I pulled out the small green gem, rubbing it's shiny surface. I just stared at it, remembering Newt's promise. I couldn't wait for him to come home. But Alby had said it might be years. The garrison can't last years, I.... How am I meant to last years without him? I can hardly remember what it feels like to have another body in bed besides me.