Oh my gosh! I haven't posted since last year! Ok, I'm done amusing myself. Sooo I saw the reviews (I check them every day :) ) Hunger Games does sound like a fun one! Hope you guys like! :)
I sigh and stare out the window. I was bored as hell but they wouldn't let me out of the homestead since I got a nasty fever. Apparently I was a health hazard. I contemplated seeing how far I could spit, but I haven't been able to keep down any water or food, it really sucked. Thankfully it was only a few days until the box came up with the medication I needed. I fling the blankets off me, it's hot. After a few seconds I curl back up in them, my body was being bipolar, it's annoying.
Newt bolts through the door smiling and hands me a rock. I raise my eyebrow "What is this?" He smiles wider "It's a rock." I roll my eyes "I know that, what for?" He shrugs "You haven't been outside in a week; I thought you needed to see something nature." I laugh "A rock is nature?" He nods "Right! I'll be right back love!" Before I can object, he's out the door. I laugh, he's been trying to find ways to cheer me up this whole week, it's been pretty sweet. Jeff appears in the door, panting "Was Newt in here?" I shake my head "No, why?" He shakes his head and mumbles "Shucking love birds going to spread a fever." I hear him chuckle as he shuts the door.
Newt arrives again, this time almost bringing the door down. He holds a handful of flowers and grass up. I laugh and he sits by my feet, weaving the flowers and grass together. He satisfyingly grunts and holds up a flower crown. After sitting back and examining his work he makes another satisfying grunt. I laugh "How do I look?" He smiles "Like a shucking Queen." I smile "Well, I am Queen of the Glade." Minho pops in and smiles "Feeling better?" I shrug "A little." He shakes his head and sits at my feet by Newt. "We're all going to get shucking sick because of you." He smirks and I smile "It's you slintheads that keep coming back! You just can't stay away from me!" Newt smiles "It's hard not to when you look so bloody adorable." Minho makes a gagging noise "Anyway, I think the box comes up the day after tomorrow! Then you'll be on the road to recovery!" I look at him odd "That sentence was confusing." The two boys laugh then Clint and Jeff shoo them out and force me to eat.
After two days I hear the sirens sound and run out the door. Clint and Jeff run after me yelling that I still wasn't fully recovered, though I think I was. The fever had disappeared and I could finally eat and drink, so I was perfectly fine. I push through the crowd of boys, trying to get away from Clint and Jeff. I squeeze my way to the front and pop out, landing at Alby's feet. I look up at him and smile innocently. He glares, picks me up and glares some more "Why the shuck are out of the homestead?" I huff "I'm better!" He scowls and I take his hand, putting up to my forehead "See! No fever! It's been two days since I had one! Plus I've had all my meals and a whole bunch of water!" He rolls his eyes "And I'm guessing you want to pull the new shank up?" I smile and nod "I promise I'm not sick, you can feel again, no fever."
He ponders over this and some boys pipe in "Let her do it!" "Come on Alby!" "So what if she gets the shank sick?" "If he's fat, she's the only one who will be able to pull him up!" I hear the grinding gears and clanking of medal as the box gets closer. Alby nods and the noise stops. I cheer as the doors open and I look down at the muscular boy. He had sandy blond hair and brown eyes. He'd look like Newt, if they didn't look completely different. I throw the rope down "Step in the loop!" I brace myself; he'll be a heavy one. The rope tightens and I almost get pulled in. That fever took more out of me than I thought. Someone pulls along with me and I turn to see Minho and Newt.
When the shank steps out of the box, I fall back on top of Newt and Minho. I lay there on top of them panting. The Greenie looks down at me and I smile up at him, holding my arms out "Welcome to the Glade ya shank!" He grabs my arms and pulls me up. I sigh once I'm on my feet and pat his shoulder "Thanks big guy." I turn to Newt "I think you have a twin my friend." He looks around me at the boy, then back at me glaring "I do not look like a bloody brute." I look back at the boy "He doesn't look like a brute . . . much."
Turns out the brute was very talkative and talked my ear off the whole day. Since I had been sick for a while, Alby didn't let me run today so I tagged along for the Greenies tour. I sit on the picnic table as the brute kid talked my ear off about god knows what. Newt walks over and looks down at the kid as if to say that's my spot now get the shuck out before I bust your bloody head. They exchange deathly glares and finally the brute moves down begrudgingly. Newt sits next to me with a pleased smile.
A smile plays across my face that night when Clint and Jeff tell me they want absolutely nothing to do with me. Sure, normal people would be upset to hear something like that, but it meant I could sleep with everyone else! I walk into the homestead after my shower and practically tackle Newt. He smiles down at me "Why so excited love?" I smile sweetly up at him "I can sleep with you tonight!" He laughs and kisses my forehead and then my lips. Suddenly he pulls away from me and I open my eyes to see an annoyed looking Minho with a handful of Newt's hair.
I sprint out of the homestead the next day, happy to be running again. A sigh escapes my lips as my feet hit the hard cement. God I missed this! I smirk and sprint around the corners. As I sprint around a left corner, my eyes fall on a terrifying sight. A Griever. I bite my lip, not wanting a gasp to escape, but one does anyway. Its bionic eyes look at me and my blood runs cold. I sprint back around the corner, back the way I came. Soon I hear a metallic click click whirr click click whirr and dare to take a look behind me.
The slimy, metal ball was rolling quickly after me. I look ahead, no; it will only fuel your fear. I take a deep breath, focusing on running as fast as I could. Turns and turns, I still could hear the metallic slime ball right behind me. At some points I swore I could feel it close, making me sprint even faster. I stopped hearing things, stopped feeling. The movement of my legs and arms, my heavy breathing, the wind created by my running engrossed me. I felt high. Sprinting, sprinting, faster, faster. Something touched me, ripping me out of my momentary high.
The thing slides over my arm and I look down to see a vine. It slips off my arm and I let out a sigh of relief, not a Griever. Then I felt it again, the closeness of the nasty thing. I squeak and sprint faster. Panic flows through my mind. No! You'll freeze up if you do that! Think girl think! Newt! Think of Newt! His face races through my mind, his smile and wavy hair. I hear his British voice calling me love.
I run straight into something, or actually, someone. I look down at the person I flattened and see Alby scowling. I look behind me at the door, but find out I'm almost to the door on the other side of the Glade. I sit back on the grass as tears run down my face and my body shakes violently. Alby kneels down in front of me and says calmly "Angel, what's wrong?" I look up at him, then at the door I came through "G-G-G." He pats my shoulder "Clam down, breathe." I take a deep breath, making my nerves lightly calm "Th-there was a G-G-Griever." Alby's eyes widen and he picks me up, lifting my shirt and inspecting "Did you get stung? Did it touch you?" I shake my head and hear an explosion of question as boy's surround us. Winston looks at me "What happened to you?" I take a deep breath. "Griever, one chased me." Everyone's face pales and Minho sprints over "What the shuck was that about Angel? I hardly saw you when you passed me!" His smile fades when he sees the grave faces around us. "What's wrong?" I frown "There was a Griever out there." He turns pale "The other runners." Newt. I push out of the crowd of boys but Minho and Alby stop me "What are you doing?" I look at the doors "I have to help them, Minho we have to go get them!" He shakes his head "They'll be coming in soon."
Minho sits on me for the next ten minutes, preventing me from running back into the Maze. When Newt runs through one of the massive Maze doors I shake Minho off me and sprint to him. I collide with him, bringing him down. He looks up at me "What's wrong love?" Tears spill down my face as I give him a hug. Soon Minho and the other runners appear. Newt looks up at Minho questionably and he sighs and looks at the other runners "She was chased by a Griever." All their faces pale and Newt squeezes me and pets my hair "It's ok love, it's ok." Minho sighs again "Since last time this happened two runners got stung, no more running today." I look up at him "I never heard about that." All the runners get a grave look on their faces.
I look at Newt "What happened?" He purses his lips and looks at Minho, who shrugs. He sighs "Last time one of our runners came back stung, after Clint and Jeff gave him the Grief Serum we all went out again and one of our other runners got stung. When they came back from the Changing, they weren't the same and attacked many of the Gladers." I frown, I had heard about the Grief Serum and Changing was, but I had never heard that story. "Was that in the very beginning?" Minho nods "After our two runners went . . . off, the Glade fell into a sort of chaos." I nod. This is depressing.
The rest of the day I was kind of in a depressed mood. After hearing that story, the Glade seemed different, darker. Newt pulls on my sleeve "You all right love? You've been staring at the bloody wall for a while." I blink and look over at him, smiling sweetly "Oh just thinking." He frowns "Thinking about what we told you." I sigh "Don't think about it much, it's the past, it won't ever happen again." I nod and places a soft kiss on my lips.
(WARNING: this part tastes a bit lemony)
He smiles down at me "You're too shucking cute." I blush and he laughs giving me several more kisses. I giggle when he kisses my neck. He looks at me mischievously and kisses my neck again making me giggle again "Newt! That tickles!" He laughs and kisses my lips. He presses me against the wall, deepening the kiss. I feel his tongue slide across my bottom lip and gasp. He explores my mouth, lulling his tongue around mine. I lace my fingers through his hair and feel his hand on my thigh. We break for air and he kisses my neck, nipping and sucking at my sweet spot. A small moan escapes my lips and he satisfyingly grunts. He travels down to right above my sports bra and tugs at it. His beautiful brown eyes look up at me and I bite my lip and look around "The others." He too looks around, frowning. He turns to me smirking "Guess I just have to deal." I raise an eyebrow and feel his hand snaking up my midsection.
His fingers play with the bottom of the bra and slip under them. I gasp when his hand touches my breast. He smiles "So soft." His lips crash into mine a bit roughly, lustfully, it kind of turned me on. He massages my breast as he kisses my neck again. A shout sounds from somewhere close, making us jump. Newts hand slips out of my bra and we look around to find some Gladers chasing a pig. I smile "Looks like we have a pig to catch." He smiles "Guess we do." Before we sprint off, Newt gives me a quick kiss.
(End of WARNING)
Several boring, ordinary weeks pass. One day, as I'm running along the walls I hear click click whirr click click whirr. I look around horrified, again? I look around the corner to see the nasty thing rolling away. Where is it going? Being as stupid as I was, I fallow it, ignoring the fear. After several turns it leads me to the cliff. I hold back a gasp and watch as it jumps in and disappears. Several minutes later I walk over, looking at the opening curiously.
I throw a rock in and watch it fall into the endless depths. After throwing several rocks in, I aim one to where the Griever disappeared to and just like it, the rock disappears. I throw another one in the exact place and again, it disappears. A terrible grinding noise bounces off the walls and I look around, the doors! I run to where the closest one is and round the corner. Alby stands there, screaming at me to run faster. Newt runs over, but when he tries to come out Alby holds him back. The closer I get the smaller the opening gets and soon, the gap is too small. I slow, knowing I wouldn't make it, I wouldn't fit. I look at Newt, tears streaming down my face.
Newt
I look at her, tears falling from her beautiful face. A lump forms in my throat as I see that she can't get through "I love you Angel!" She smiles sweetly at me "I love you too Newt." Right as the doors close, I see her turn and run off around the corner. I slam into the massive doors "Open goddamnit!" I continue to beat the doors until Alby pulls me away. Stumbling over a rock I fall onto my back, tears freely running out of my eyes. Several boys look at the doors, stunned "She can't be gone." "No this can't be." I stand up and look around just to fall apart again and sob even more, she can't be gone, she has to live, but no one has ever survived a night in the Maze. Alby pats me on the shoulder, trying to comfort me. Why did this happen? I should have never let her be a runner. This is all my fault.
Hehe, cliffhanger! I've been wanting to do a cliffhanger for a while but couldn't find the right place and then BAM, there it is. Sorry if the lemony part isn't that good or that lemony, I'm new at it. Anyway! Review, favorite, fallow! I love all your reviews! If you have any suggestions for my next story thingy thingy, tell me the name of the whatever it's from and the character. I will try anything even if I haven't read/watched it I will for you! I've been thinking of a Peter Pan one, like a mix between the original kids one and the Once Upon a Time one. And I'm rambling . . . So, I hope I got you guys excited about the next chapret ;)