"What do you bloody want, Alby?" Newt speaks up, a slight quiver in his voice.
Alby's crazed eyes focus on Newt, and if possible, they look even more angry than before.
"Come down, Newt. We need to...talk."
Newt squeezes my hand, fear showing on his features. "Alright, Alby, just...stay calm."
"COME DOWN!" Alby screams, startling Newt and I.
I meet Newt's eyes, and his message is clear.
Alby's been stung.
"I'll be right there," Newt yells down, his voice cracking on the last word.
My heart immediately goes into overdrive, and I grab Newt's arm without even realizing it.
"No," I plead quietly. "You can't go down, he's insane!"
Newt turns to face me, looking scared but determined. "I have to. I'll be alright, I promise. Don't worry."
I bite my lip in hesitation, and he takes the opportunity to plant a kiss on my cheek. "I'll be right back."
He turns to go, but I stop him, pressing a firm kiss to his soft lips. "Be careful."
He manages a reassuring smile. "I will."
I don't know why, but as Newt turns and walks away, a sense of dread settles in my chest. At that moment, I know I shouldn't let him go. Something bad is going to happen to him.
But I say nothing, which is a terrible mistake.
I simply turn and peer over the edge of the rock, catching sight of Newt as he cautiously approaches Alby. He starts to talk, very gently.
"Alby, let's just be calm about this, and-"
Newt is cut off by Alby's voice. "I told you to stay away from her."
"Alby, I-"
"NO, Newt! I told you to stay away from her, and you didn't listen to me! Now you suffer the consequences!"
Newt backs away slowly, trying to reason with the deranged Glade leader in front of him. "Please listen to me. We need to get you to the Med-Jacks, and once you're…"
Newt's voice falters, and in the dim torchlight, I see the deadly item clenched in Alby's hand. I gasp in fear, feeling helpless as Alby raises his knife threateningly.
"You didn't stay away," Alby says, his voice eerily calm and quiet yet laced with insanity. "Now you'll stay away from her forever. And she'll love me."
Newt backs into a tree, and for the first time, I clearly see how afraid he is.
"And there's nothing you can do about it."
My breath catches in my throat as Alby rears backwards, preparing to throw the knife directly into Newt's heart. Seconds before the knife leaves Alby's grasp, I scream,
"Alby, no!"
The Glade leader falters and his aim shifts almost unnoticeably, but the dagger is already in motion. The weapon finds a mark only inches away from its goal-Newt's shoulder. Newt cries out in pain before crumpling to the ground, and Alby disappears into the trees.
Seconds later, I snap into reality.
"Newt!"
I run to the side of the rock, quickly slipping down some ledges before jumping a few yards to the ground. My ankle explodes with pain, but my only worry is Newt. I run over to him, unable to keep tears from streaming down my cheeks.
"Newt," I sob, cradling his face in my hands as the blood stain on his jacket grows.
His breath hitches, and he croaks, "Take it out."
My eyes focus on the knife that's buried hilt-deep in his right shoulder.
"I don't want to hurt you," I tell him softly, my voice quivering.
"Just-take it out," he manages.
Trying not to completely break down, I squeeze my eyes shut and clasp my hands around the blood-covered hilt of the dagger. Silently counting to three in my head, I pull the knife out of Newt.
He cries out loudly in pain, and I feel my heart shatter into a billion pieces. I toss the dagger aside as his head lolls and I know he's unconscious from the pain.
I curse, not knowing what to do. I call Newt's name twice, panicking, before his eyes flutter open.
"Newt, I can't tend this wound myself. Can you stay here while I go get the Med-Jacks?"
Newt's eyes fill with sadness. "No, stay with me. Or I can walk back with you."
The words slip straight into my heart, but I know I can't stay.
"Newt," I start to reason, but my breath catches in my throat when I see tears on his cheeks.
"Please," he murmurs. "Don't leave me here alone."
In that moment, I know his pure misery is too much for me to handle.
"I'll never let you go," I promise softly, wiping away one of his tears, and he lets out a relieved breath.
"Help me up," he says after a moment, and I do as I'm told, putting as little pressure as possible on his right arm.
"You sure you can walk?" I ask, feeling a sense of déjà vu. This situation is all too familiar, an unwanted repeat of the events in the Maze.
"It's my shoulder that's hurt, not my legs," he replies, sounding a little hostile, but that's expected when you've just been stabbed.
We make it back to the Glade far from quickly, and the journey there was anything but easy. Newt hasn't passed out again, and once we're out of the Deadheads, hope fills my chest.
"We're almost there," I reassure him, and we trek on.
Then I see someone coming to greet us-the person I would least expect, especially at this hour.
Gally.
A/N:
Well, there you guys go! You ask for danger, and you get danger!
But don't worry, shoulder stab wounds are...usually...not deadly. And the chosen OC comes in a few chapters, so keep your hopes up! Thanks for submitting some, I didn't think anyone would even do it! :*
By the wayyyyyy, if there's something that you really want to see happen in this story, you should leave a review, and I might put it in! I love reading everything you guys have to say, and I promise, I read every single one!
Bye Train Riderssssss :*