TMR *one last time* Newt fanfic

Chapter One

Tess

I woke up to the sound of movement. It was dark, loud, and smelled like a barn. I could see red lights as they flashed past my eyes. It was clear to me that I was moving upward, the rattling of metal and the rush of wind only proving it further. I could hear squealing, like from a pig. I guess that explains why it smells like mudd, I thought.

There was a stronger gust of wind and then everything stopped. I looked around at the darkness and began to feel fear overcome me. Panic ensued as the feeling of claustrophobia took hold. I began to feel like I was going to die. It was only then that the top of the box was thrown open and my face felt the heart of the sun.

There were three boys and a girl staring down at me through the blinding light of the afternoon. One of the boys climbed down to me and held out his hand. "You doing alright there kiddo?" He had a strange accent, like something foreign.

I hesitantly took the hand outstretched to me and he pulled me gently to my feet. "You're alright yeah. You're in the Glade. But you're safe now, you're with us." I nodded shyly at the boy in front of me. His smile was warm and calming but my mind was spinning.

Memories flew past me in the blink of an eye, just to fast for me to grasp them. I couldn't hold on. Nothing was there, it was an empty space full of fear. Faces, names, and places all gone too fast. I started to hyperventilate as fear grasped at my throat. I sank back to the ground as the tears started to flow uncontrollably. "I-I can't remember anything. Why can't I remember anything?" The boy kneeled down in front of me and pulled me in to a gentle, hesitant hug.

"You're gonna be alright, okay? I've got you. You're safe now." I looked up into his brown eyes and saw compassion and an understanding. It was at that moment that I knew I was gonna get along with this kid.

That night

I later learned at the boy with the accents name was Newt, his girlfriends name was Henrietta but she went by Henri, and the other two boys names were Alby, he was African American, and Minho who was Asian.

Newt showed me around the small grassy area that they had named the Glade and told me that my name would come back to me soon. I realized I should have been wary of this strange boy who was probably at least a year and a half older than me, but I felt safe with him. Maybe because I was young and impressionable, maybe because he was kind of cute and his smile seemed like the most perfect thing on earth, or maybe just because It felt right. I'm honestly still not sure, but whatever it was, I was glad for a friend.

His girlfriend seemed wary of me at first but I felt like she realized that a tiny little girl who barely spoke wasn't much competition, or so we both thought. Once she saw that she began to warm up to me, welcomed me and told me to think of her like my big sister. She was nice, they all were.

They began to fit me into the groove that they had going, warned me not to go beyond the walls surrounding us, and made me one of their own. A glader.

The next few weeks were interesting. I got to know the others and myself. It was the next month that brought the surprises.