Him (Newt x Reader)

Chapter 1: Awakening into the Unknown

My body jolts and my eyes open, barely getting a chance to look around before I start coughing up water. What the hell? There's nothing under me but a long dark shaft, where the hell am I? I do my best to slow down my coughs and wipe my mouth, finally getting the chance to look up and see that I'm in a rusted cage, which is moving up at a fast pace.

How did I get here? I ask myself, but nothing comes to mind. How I got here, who I am, where I'm from, or where I'm going; nothing.

I frantically stand up just to be tossed back onto the metal floor of the cage as it races upwards, my eyes landing on an unknown female figure that I hadn't noticed before, laid out as if she were dead, but her slow breaths deny that. Long black hair paints her fair skin, she's wearing a white jacket with a blue shirt underneath. Her pants are almost as dark as her hair, and her shoes are only a pair of dirty white sneakers.

At the sight of her, an immediate thought pops into my head. The first thing I remember since waking up in this deathtrap. This girl, peacefully asleep, is my sister. I can't remember her name still, but how would that even be useful right now?

Out of nowhere, red lights begin to flash around us, blinding me with every red streak coming from outside the cage. I quickly look around for any sign of a weapon, but there's nothing, the cage is empty. I have no choice but to cower in a corner and hide in my knees, nothing good could happen right now.

Only a second later and the cage stops, filling the air with an unsettling silence until unknown voices begin to interrupt. I try to tuck my head even further into my knees, hoping that I could disappear from this cage and escape whatever is waiting outside. However, my luck seems to fall short as I listen to the top of the cage being pried open, slowly opening us to the outside world.

The voices are louder and clearer, and I begin to feel the hot sun beating down on me, somehow calming yet unbearable.

"Newt! What do you see?" A masculine voice asks, and I feel a familiar jolt inside the cage. "Girls." The boy pauses, "Two of them."

Soft whispering erupts around us, the idea of two girls seems to spark a lot of questioning amongst these mysterious voices. Who are these people? I slowly lift my head up, the bright sky blocking my vision until my eyes adjust, and I realize why the idea of two girls is so shocking.

Towering over the cage is a group of teenage boys, and only teenage boys. Their appearance explains that they had all been through some tough shit: raggedy clothes, messy hair, sweaty bodies, and confused faces. They all look like hell.

However, one boy in the cage appears surprisingly calm for this shocking situation. His hair a dirty-blonde with dark-brown eyes, more of a chocolate color, actually. He's wearing a white jacket with a brown tank-top underneath, dark brown pants, and brown shoes.

"Hey, we're not going to hurt you alright? My name is Newt and-" the British boy, who I now know as Newt, is suddenly cut off by one of the boys above us.

"What's in the girl's hand?" This boy has very short blonde hair, wearing a brown long-sleeve shirt with grey pants. But what stands out most about this boy is his eyebrows. Newt doesn't turn to his head to acknowledge the other boy, instead he continues to stare at me and only listens to what is being asked. I show my hands to reveal nothing. Looking over to my unconscious sister, she carries a small piece of paper in her hand.

Newt carefully takes the paper from her hand and reads it aloud for everyone to hear, "They are the last ones. Ever." Once again, Newt finds me for answers, but he doesn't seem to realize that I am equally confused. He looks back to the boys above us with an odd expression, "What the bloody hell does that mean?"