You Hurt Me~ Newt Fan Fiction ~

Confusion

I freeze feeling blood running down my hair. The stranger still has his eyes locked on me. I don't recognise his facial features though his eyes did strike me with a tinge of a familiar feeling. The rest, his scrawny nose, his prominent cheekbones, his brown hair falling over his eyes was totally unrecognisable.

I felt Minho try to lift me up from the cold stone floor. I could see his worried face at the corner of my vision. His mouth was movie rapidly but I heard no words. My eyes was still locked on the stranger as if he was going to transform into a vicious Griever and tear my limbs out.

"Minho." I mumbled. My stare turning into a cold glare. The stranger furrowed his bloody eyebrows, confusion written over his features. He tried to speak but blood filled his throat. He had a coughing fit, choking on his own blood. I winced.

"What is it Alex?" He grumbled, his eyes staring at me with confusion.

"Hand me the bow." I whispered slowly. I pointed almost imperceptibly, making sure the stranger didn't see my hand motioning to the bow that was strapped against Minho's back.

He opened his mouth like he was going to protest but decided against it and unstrapped the hand crafted bow and I finally felt in brush against my fingertips.

I jumped into action. I stood up hastily, retrieving a silver arrow and pulling it back in a swift motion. I pointed the arrow at the strangers head. I can tell I had archery experience before my time in the Glade. Minho looked almost impressed gaping with his mouth wide open and his eyes widened in shock.

The stranger almost looked horrified as his eyes widened in shock.

"Alex.. You wouldn't kill me." The guy gurgled spraying blood everywhere. He reminded me of a wounded animal. If I did kill him, I will be offering it mercy as he was already half dead. I scanned his gaping wound and recognised it as a Griever sting. He's going crazy, he doesn't know me. He is just crawling through a hole towards insanity.

"And why wouldn't I?" I threatened holding my position. I let the arrow fly towards a nearby nest in green vines. The silver arrow zoomed into the nest, tearing the vines as easily as shredded paper. The vines lay limp onto the maze floor.

I heard Minho gasp and felt his hand grip my waist carefully. It reminds me of Newt and tears clouded my vision, the guys blood just a red smear and Minho's har just a blotch of colour. I let tears spill over my waterline.

"Alex- Be careful. Oh sorry." He said noticing my tears, he handed me a tissue. I shook my head violently focusing on the stranger.

The guy grinned a wicked smile which spread over his face. I noticed that he was crying to- probably because he was near death's door.

"See? Your already crying over me." He hoarsely whispered.

"Minho- we are taking him as a hostage. He might be valuable to us. Don't try anything stranger." I hissed, motioning Minho over. Minho nodded curtly leaning over the injured boy.

"My name is Hunter." He spluttered. Minho approached him and hauled him to his feet. Hunter stumbled balancing his weight on Minho's shoulder . Minho winced as he basically dragged Hunter towards the Glade.

I kept my grip on the bow keeping it trained in his back. My heart pounds furiously. Who is this guy? How die he know me? My eyes widened as they explanation echoes in my head.

What if W.I.C.K.E.D had sent him?