Hi there! Me again , I hope you all enjoyed my first chapter even if it was super short!Thanks to everyone who read .This ones a good bit longer and we get to meet our fave gladers Ok onto the story now , yere not here for my little small talk of an authors note:P Lets get to the good stuff…. (this one is written from Newts POV by the way )
Newt stood back and surveyed the scene and sighed, another average day at the Glade, well as average as a day in here could be, he amended. The sun shined brightly in the clear blue sky and his eyes surveyed the scene in front of him, the glade was busy with boys of varying ages at work. It almost looked like a camp of some sorts or a type of bizarre all male under 20 years' old farming community. That was of course until your eyes reached where the horizon should been, where the fields should just roll on and on , instead they met concrete, four solid , ominous, large walls caging them in. Or some may look at them as protecting them from what lay outside those walls…Newt halted his train of thought right there, no need to thinking of that messed up klunk this early, on such a nice day too. No, those were the thoughts that haunted him at night, when darkness fell, he was not going to let them terrorise his waking hours too. The loud alarm buzzing throughout the glade was a welcome interruption from his increasingly dark thoughts.
Newt had forgotten today was supply day, and he felt that familiar drop in his stomach, greenbean day. Another poor shank, landed into this sorry situation. He along with the other track hoes made their way to the box. He joined the crowd next to Alby as the boys around, talked loudly and excitedly .Newt shot a look to Alby who seemed calm, a good sign. The last few months had been rough on all of them, but especially Alby who had been forced into leader and was finding the transition hard. The box shuddered to a halt, and Newt listened, carefully, would they be a screamer? Or in denial? Or like that shuck Willy, who bit Newts hand, he was still sore over that. Silence. Alby nudged Newt to take a look. "All right let's take a look at the unlucky shank who's..." But Newts words died in his mouth, when he looked into the box.
At first he thought it was empty, until he spotted a figure curled up into the corner next to the supplies. Bloody shank has long hair he laughed to himself, wait that wasn't a boy. It was a girl. It was a she. Newt couldn't help himself and in shock exclaimed "Its ...It's... It's a bloody girl ". The boys went wild, immediately the crowd surged forward and shouts of glee began to erupt, with questions and quips filling the air. Newt realised what pandemonium he had created, shouted to the group "Hold your bloody horses, I'm... I'm not sure is it a girl" "I'd be happy to examine her" leered a voice from the crowd and the boys guffawed. Newt looked at Alby who seemed in disbelief, he murmured quietly to Newt "Are you sure? Go and check" Newt lowered himself into the box apprehensively. He stood in the middle and looked at her. She was small, all curled into herself like a hedgehog. She had deathly pale skin and long knotted brown hair. She had slender fingers which flitted over her skin, like small birds, scratching and nicking at her skin .Newt tried not to stare, but it was difficult, he couldn't remember ever having seen a girl before and this was definitely a girl. He saw she was shaking and realised she must be awake. The boys continued to shout from above but Newt ignored them. He approached her slowly, talking softly as if to an wounded animal "hey there ugh -greenbe-, um girlie, I'm not gonna hurt you" She ignored him only continued shivering, He began to wonder if she was awake or was this a seizure of some sorts until he caught the briefest glimpse of a piercing blue eye, peeking out from behind her hands. In that instant he saw pure fear, this girl was terrified.
So he began talking again, slower and using his hands, "My name is Newt, I'm not going to hurt you, I just want to get you out of this box.." he stopped when her eyes looked up again, this time was different, her clear blue eye caught his and she acknowledged him slightly, only for it to vanish again into her arms. It was an act of dismissal, she was bloody telling him to get lost. Only now did he begin to listen to the shouts from above, he shouted up "Oi are you lot done discussing or can I get a word in?" the crowd began to hush and with a loud shout from Alby to slim it, silence echoed. Alby leaned over the side of the box to hear what Newt had to say, "Well she's definitely a she, but she's scared out of her wits, the chances of her getting up and walking up like the rest of those shanks did are slim to none" Alby looked at him worriedly "Newt I don't like this, this is bad, why would they after all this time, send a girl? Seeming to remember he was the leader , Alby answered his own question "I guess we won't shucking know until we get her out , just get her out and we'll take it from there " Newt looked at his best friend and wondered how he got landed with this gig, "And how would you suggest , I get her out mate?" Alby reply was short and to the point, "Any way you can, just do it Newt" Newt groaned as he lowered himself back into the box. She seemed calmer, her fingers were only barely moving and her shivering had stopped. As he approached her, she looked up and frowned when she him there.
He gave her no chance to protest, he simply gathered her in his arms, and she was surprisingly light. He could feel her bones jutting out worryingly and he could feel her heartbeat stuttering. He almost enjoyed being this close to another person. Since he had entered the glade, he had no physical contact with any of the boys really besides pats on the shoulder, handshakes and the occasional scuffle but nothing like this. It was only now he got a clear look at her face, freckles dotted around her small nose, wide spaced eyes and very pink lips. She was very pretty and Newt forced himself to look away from her lips. Newt couldn't help himself from drinking in the sight of her, she was so different so unlike anyone he had seen, so feminine, even in this dishevelled state after being trapped in the box, she smelled more pleasant than your average glader after a good scrub.
She resisted his hold weakly and she squirmed in futile attempts to be released. He climbed out of the box and lowered her gently to the ground. The boys lurched forward and the shouts and leers began again. She shook violently in the sunlight and her eyes opened and closed rapidly. Her hands took off again and it was only now Newt realised what she was doing , she was scratching herself frantically, her nails running over her skin. She continued to shake and Newt knew she wouldn't last long. Alby was trying to regain control of the boys who were each dying to get a look at her and her she convulsed violently, Newt look worriedly into her blue eyes before they closed and she stopped, suddenly still.
She lay silently and Newt rushed forward, as did Clint and Jeff. By this time Alby had cleared the crowd with threats of the slammer and had come over. Clint uncomfortably listened to her chest to check her heart beat. "She's definitely alive "he confirmed sheepishly, a faint blush on his cheek from where he touched her. " Her system has gone into shock by the looks of it, I guess it's a lot to take in and she looks pretty weak to begin with" "Take her to the med hut and keep her there until she wakes up, and the second she does let me know, I'll have many questions for her" Alby ordered gruffly and with that stormed off. He turned around suddenly and added " Newt, every shank in this place will be dying to get a good view of her , you pulled her out of the box so I want you to watch her door and make sure no one try's any funny business" With that final order Alby was gone. Clint and Jeff had gingerly began to lift her towards the med-hut so Newt had no choice but to limp after them. So much for an ordinary day in the glade, he thought amusedly to himself.