The Only One (Newt || fanfiction)

Chapter 13

"Well what do you think it means?" he asks worriedly.

"I don't know... where would you even send me to?" I ask.

"It's impossible to go back through the box. We've tried it," he says the last part as if he's repeated it a thousand times.

"So back to the Creators... but not through the box?" I ask, playing an elimination game in my head.

"I guess. But we are not sending you back," he says as if it's a joke.

"Why not?" I ask. If I could go back, I could get them all out. It's not thought through yet, but this could be how we get out.

"You're kidding right?" he asks, still not on a serious note.

"Do I look like I'm kidding?" I ask.

Newt gets up off the bed, grabs my arm with his good hand, pulls me up out of of my chair, and pulls me in so that our faces are inches apart.

"I will never send you back to those shuck-faces. The first thing I'm getting once I get out of this place is some bloody revenge. On them." I've finally got him serious. But his serious side can be a bit intimidating to be honest.

"No, no, you don't understand-" I start but he cuts me off.

"I said never!" he whisper-yells and lets go of my arm.

"Newt! I could get all of you out of here! Heck, we probably don't even know what we're talking about. But if we do, this is our chance. And who knows what'll happen if we don't take it," I say sternly.

He looks up at me. The amount of sadness in those big, brown eyes is unbelievable. "You can't leave me here."

"What if I got you out?" I ask.

He just shakes his head at the ground and mumbles, "No."

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"You wanna work with me today, greenie?" someone asks from behind as I'm about to dig into some scrambled eggs.

I turn around to see Minho. Running?! Hell yeah! I think to myself.

"Sure," I say and turn back around to eat.

To my surprise, Minho sets down his tray next to mine.

"I hear you're pretty fast," he says as he starts to work on his own food.

"Yeah well you apparently hear a lot of things about me," I say with a mouthful.

He just laughs. I look up from my tray, straight ahead. I see Newt glaring at me for a split second, but he looks away as soon as we make eye contact.

What?! Why won't you just talk to me?

Yesterday after that stupid tattoo showed up and we got in the fight, he's been mad at me ever since. Or at least seems like it.

"So are you fast or not? Come on no need to be modest," Minho disturbs my train of thought, almost startling me a little bit.

"Well, yeah I guess. I mean I don't know. Depends on what you consider fast," I say with a shrug, pretending I don't care. Key word: pretending.

"You think you can out run me?" he asks. I know he's doubting I can.

I just casually shrug, hiding my competitive side.

"Let's make a deal, after breakfast I'll meet you at the homestead. I'll start testing you out and stuff for the job, but after that, we'll have a little race," he says confidently.