ASUNDER (I) : tmr newt

01: I'm Scared

"Planning on staying in there all day?" He laughs, bright eyes glistening with curiosity. The words tumble out of his mouth with emphasis on syllables I would never think to put next to each other. "Don't be scared, no Glader is going to hurt you. We're good people. Slinthead maybe, but decent."

He reaches a hand down into the cage, waiting for me to take it. A few seconds pass before I let his hand take my wrist, and he helps pull me out.

We are in a large field, filled with green grass. It goes up to my ankles, tickling the bit that is exposed from my rolled up pants. I let a laugh bubble out my throat, as I feel the sun on me, something that it feels like I haven't felt in a while. Looking over, I see the two older girls congregated together, while the younger one seems to be peering around at the light.

"What's your name?" The boy asks me.

"Leo." The word is light and free, and I realise I at least remember something about myself. Leo, that is my name. It is soft and smooth, much like the light that fills this space, and the earth that surrounds me.

"I am Newt." He continues, offering a hand to me to shake it.

As I reach to take it, I watch him fall back. Soaring through the air, he disappears down into the metal box behind us, falling against the hard surface.

Someone is tugging at my hand, and as I spin around, I watch the flame running away from the boy she just shoved down into a hole, and the blonde girl ripping me forward.

"Come on!" She shouts, as she lets go to run. She is the one with the light accented voice.

It takes me a second to start sprinting after her. Where they are going, I don't know, but I am running for my life as fast as I can to get there. Away from the vulture boys, and the metal cage, and the darkness and the fear. We are heading towards the large stone walls that surround the grassy field. At the front is the flame, shoving her way past boys and the blonde slowly trails behind her, dodging the wake of boys the flame has left behind.

The ginger is tackled by the leader, Alby, and the blonde stops to kick him off with one swift motion, before she is approached by the red-faced boy. He moves for the blonde, but she dodges around him, making her way to the wall, and slipping through the cracks.

Getting up and moving, the angry girl tries to get through, only to be tackled again by the red-face boy. More boys are moving towards them, and some are heading for me, so I spin around on my heels

There has to be a way out of here. As I look to the side, I realise there is another door with cracks that keep it open. My feet move off the ground and further away from them all, I move towards the opposite end of the field. As I approach the box, I run around it wide.

Newt is out, and he is shaking his head and flashing concerned eyes at me as I move towards the exit. Limping, he moves for me, trying to stop me, but his injured leg hold him back and there are no boys ahead to stop me.

"Stop!" I hear him scream. "Don't be a bloody shank!"

My muscles are clenching as he gets closer and closer. What's he warning me about? Escaping? Why should I trust him?

Why shouldn't I?

I don't have a good answer, but I like to think trust is earned first. I don't like to believe in the benefit of the doubt.

He chases after me, I hear his heavy feet pounding over the roar of my own heart. He's sped up now, this must be urgent. "Don't' go in the maze!"

I stop at his words. It's a maze?

Spinning around, he hasn't given up his approach but he still lags behind me. Is he trying to warn me, or is just trying to capture me? I can't take the chance, so I keep running for the exit, moving as quickly as I can. I'm only a few steps away from freedom.

My feet are taken out from the side of me, as I slide across the dirt, rolling about in the mud. My skin burns as it tears off the ground, and I struggle to move up and shove the boy above me away. When I spin on my back, I see Newt, struggling to hold me down.

"You really shouldn't have done that." He grunts, it's a warning, but not a malicious one. If anything, he seems more exasperated than upset, and I can't help but feel like I've disappointed him.

I don't think he means us any harm, but I can't help but hold myself back as I feel us moving forward.

"See, this is why we listen to Alby." The red-faced boy moves up to us, essentially cradling the unconscious ginger girl in his arms. "These girls belong in the Slammer."

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Welp, this is the first chapter. Don't worry, more will be up soon. That's kind of how I role at the beginning.

Welcome to this mess! Now, it's going to be very different from Volaitle, my pride and joy, but I hope you like it. The next chapter should be up very soon, and the name is subject to change. Honestly, I doubt it will last the night.

This might be a little confusing, but it will get better.

I will see you again Saturday.