The Tributes from the Maze (Newt/OC)

Caught

Ariadne froze and the duo slowly turned around to be faced with two WICKED guards.

"Put your hands up or we'll shoot." One of them said. He was tall and tanned with muscles that seemed to bulge more than the veins of cranks. The two did as they were told and Ariadne shot Newt a glare.

"Girlie, put down the weapons now and maybe we'll consider letting you live." The other said. He was very young, perhaps Newt's age, and short but stocky.

"I didn't know that cheesecake had made the deadly weapons list this year." She sassed but put the two plates of cake down on the bench next to her.

"Miss Paige? Oh, we had no idea it was you." The short guard said, a dreamy look on his face. Newt scowled at him.

"Yeah, I'm sure." She rolled her eyes.

"Miss Paige, I'm afraid I will have to ask you what you are doing here with this boy." The taller and obviously more professional man said respectfully.

"I was just hungry and I came down for some cheesecake. I didn't know that having a boyfriend was illegal." She snorted and Newt almost chocked on his own tongue. Boyfriend?! Newt knew she was just covering for them but he couldn't help but feel a flutter rise inside his chest.

"I'm sorry but I'm going to have to ask you both to come with me. It's simple protocol. I'm sure you understand." The taller man said sternly.

"Oh. And you just think we'll go with you merrily and we'll all dance along rainbows with unicorns that secrete cookies?" She said and pranced around in a circle on her toes. "Like hell we are."

Ariadne acted completely casual and when the officers turned around to call for back up she sprung into action, jumping onto a table and grabbing two frypans that were hanging from the rack above. She crouched into a forward roll and as she came to the end of the table she planted her feet into the chest of the short guards, sending him soaring back and crashing into the other before they could even turn on their radios. She landed sitting with her legs dangling over the edge of the table before she hopped off and made her way to the security guards who were now on high alert.

Ariadne winked and smirked at Newt as she confidently strutted over to the shorter security guard and when he threw a punch at her she caught his hand and ducker under his arm, twisting it behind his back and yanking it. Newt heard the sickening crack of the bone breaking and the pop of the shoulder separating from its socket. The security guard screeched and Ariadne smashed the pan down onto his head, knocking him out and cutting off the screams. He winced. She was ruthless.

She looked over to Newt who was grinning at her, completely impressed. In the split moment that she was distracted the taller security guard came up behind her and pulled her arms behind her back before Newt could warn her. The guard pushed her down to her knees and kneeled on her lower back. Ariadne yelped in pain and a rush of anger hit Newt like a wave at the beach during a thunderstorm. He surged forward just as the security guard started pelting down knees into the same spot of her back. Ariadne yelled out in pain every time but she gritted her teeth, refusing to beg or plead.

The security guard had forgotten all about Newt and was focusing on bringing pain to his current target. Newt hauled the guard away from Ariadne, threw him violently to the floor and showered him with fists and knees. Ariadne's whimpers of pain from behind him as she tried to move from her position on her knees brought more fury into his strikes and not long had passed before the security guard was unable to move, moaning crumpled on the floor.

"And don't you ever touch her again!" He snarled, and it wasn't just an open threat either. Ariadne's cries brought him back to reality. Before he could question where his sudden outburst came from Newt spun around to help her. She was gasping and trying to slowly crawl on her hands and knees but was failing dismally. Newt's eyes widened when the back of her shirt slid up her back and he saw the purple bruises already forming beneath her swollen skin. He knew she had been badly injured.