Original // Newt

Chapter Twelve ~ Shuck Creators

A/N So I've planned the end. And there will be a sequel. I'm not entirely sure about this chapter, but I do have a plan for him.

Dasha POV

The next day, the Greenie Alarm goes off as soon as everyone's just gotten ready. Me and Newt are close to the box, so we run over.

"What's going on? It's not time for a Greenie, is it?" I ask as we get close.

"I don't know, let's just get him out." Newt jumps in.

"It might be a girl, you don't know!"

"Hello? Are you there?" Newt asks.

"Hello?" A small voice comes from behind a box. It is a boy - great.

"Look, we ain't gonna hurt you. Come out now." I reassure, looking around.

"Where am I?" A voice comes from underneath me.

"Newt, Newt it's a child." I pick the small boy up.

"Those shuck creators! How dare they?!" Newt screams.

"Newt, you're scaring him. Get out and tell Alby now." He does as I say.

"Do you know your name?" I smile at the tiny boy. He shakes his head. "Am I safe here?" He looks at me with beautiful purple eyes.

"You're safe with me, little guy. I'm Dasha." And we climb out, to see just Alby and Newt stood there.

"Wow. How could the Creators do this?" Alby looks angry.

"I don't know, but... What are we gonna do with him?" Newt says in concern.

"He can stay with Minho, or with you, Alby." I suggest.

"Who are you?" The young boy asks. I think he's about seven.

"I'm Newt, and this is Alby. Dashas the one holding you. Have you remembered your name yet, little guy?"

"I'm Joseph." He smiles, his tiny teeth showing.

"We'll call you Joey, or Joe. Is that alright?" Newt says, as he is obsessed with nicknames. But Joey seems to agree.

"Let's get him some food. ALF!?" Alf comes up, takes Joey, and we sit down at our tree.

"What are we going to do?"

Newt runs a hand through his soft, green hair, and sighs. "I guess it's time to go public."

"Let's go then, Mama Newt. We'll gather everyone, and tell them what's going on." I stand up.

"Woah, we need more than that, girly." Alby grabs my hand and pulls me down, earning a glare from Newt. "Calm it, Newt, I'm not gonna steal your girl!" He holds up his hands in mock defence.

I sit down next to Newt and he puts his muscled arm around my shoulders. "So what's the plan?" Newt asks, playing with my hair.

"He can stay with me. Who knows what these shanks would do with him." Alby looks grim.

"I'll look after him for a few days, and we can find people who'll help." I say, looking at Newt, who nods. "I'll stay fairly close, but I need to work."

"But, one question." The two boys look at me expectantly. "Are we telling him what's out there?"

Alby seems to consider it, his face contorting as he thinks. "No. When he's used to this place, but he's too young."

"That poor kid." Newt shakes his head in disgust. "Why would you do this to a small child, you shuck Creators!?" He yells.

"Newt, calm it. We're going public soon, remember?" I touch his arm, and he smiles. "I can't wait, love."

And we walk off, to do some work around the Glade.

Newt POV

Tonight, me and Dasha are going public. My relationship with her is uncomplicated and I love it. When she kisses me, I just feel so happy.

And all I want is to be able to hold hands with her in the Glade, and soon I'll be able to.

"Heya, Alf. I'm going to take Joey, if that's okay?" I smile down at the small, purple eyed boy.

"That's fine, he's exhausting. But he's very cute." Joey holds my hand, but I pick him up. "Come on, little guy, let's get going." I bring him over to Dasha, and she puts him on her back and runs around. I wish I could do that, but because of my leg...

I shake those thoughts out of my mind, concentrating on my beautiful girlfriend and Joe.

"I like you, Noot." Joey says, as he gets off of Dasha. "Fair enough," I shrug.

The boy is so innocent, I'm annoyed. Maybe if he weren't so cute...

And then the doors close. A terrible, grating noise. I don't wince and neither does Dasha but Joey starts to cry. Hes kicking and screaming, and tears are pouring down his face. "Noot! Noot! " He yells.

Alby comes racing over. "Is he okay!?" He asks in terror. Alby really likes Joey. "He doesn't like the sound." I say doors with my eyes, not wanting to tell Joey what it is.

He looks so pathetic, trembling and shaking in the grass, and my heart jumps. "Let's go meet the others, shall we?" I ask, holding out my hand. "Minho will be back by now."

"Who's Minnie?" Joey asks, purple eyes wide.

"You'll see, small shank. You'll see."