It's Not Always Straightforward

by Chobrowny

Newt wakes up in the homestead. Aside from the normal memory loss they all have he can't remember how he got there and his head is pounding. But that's not all things are different, weird. (AU)

1. Prologue

Hi, this is my first FanFic so any constructive criticism is more than welcome. I need to know what I and doing Right/Wrong so I can get better!

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Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters.

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Prologue

He was frozen in fear trying to stare down the evil thing. His legs willed him to move but he stayed rooted to the spot, knowing full well he would not be able to outrun the griever if he made the first move. After what seemed like an eternity it was Minho who broke the silence. He came tearing down the corridor to the grievers right, yelling at the top of his voice before turning a sharp 180 and sprinting back down the way he came. The griever seemed to hesitate as if not sure who to go for, and it was in these precious seconds that Minho had bought him that he made his move, turning and sprinting off in the direction of the glade, as fast as his injured leg would allow. The griever was hot on his heels and slowly gaining on him but knew he could make it back to the glade before it got him. He made a mental note to thank Minho personally when he got back. It was in the last 100m that it had all gone wrong. Some of the ivy left on the path as 'breadcrumbs' snagged on his shoe causing him to lose his balance.

Newt crashed into the ground, hitting his head hard against the rough stone. He tasted blood then everything went black.