It’s a Buggin’ Girl
Pairing: Newt x badass!reader
Warnings: swearing, angst, badass!reader, violence
Summary: (Y/N)’s new to the Glade- the only problem? She’s a girl. Oh, and she has WCKD tattooed in bold, black letters just below her jaw. Mistrust runs deep when your life could end with the flip of a switch, and you’re trapped in an enormous Maze with no way out. Can she adjust to her new life, along with the mysterious boy named Newt, or will everything go wrong just as it always does?
Lights flashes on and off as you felt yourself being hurdled upwards. Banging your hand against the metal walls, you realized you were in a cage. The sick feeling in your stomach only worsened- there was no way out.
“HEY!” You screamed and banged your fist against the wall again, “LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT!”
You hit until your hand was sore and throbbing, but that cage still wouldn’t budge. Those god damn walls had you trapped, and you felt yourself starting to panic. How do I get out? How do I get out? How do I get out? You chorused, forcing your breathing to steady.
Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on how you decided to look at it, the box stopped…. and you were met with a blinding white light.
Were you dead? Was the box just a feverish nightmare before the end? You wondered as the scene before you started to fill in. Blinking, you saw you were still in that god damn cage.
It all looked very different in the light though, and you found the barrels surrounding you were filled with food, water and blankets- not the torture devices you’d imagined on the way up.
“Hey, Newt, what is it?” You heard a male voice from above the box’s rim, “Shucking hurry up will ya?”
“It’s, it’s,” Your gaze darted to the boy in front of you, whom you hadn’t noticed before, locking your terrified eyes to his, “It’s a girl.”
He stared at you in shock, actually taking a step back from where you were sitting, knees hugged to your chest, “It’s a buggin’ girl.”
“A girl? No way in hell, get your shuckin’ eyes checked, Newt.” Various murmurs erupted from the crowd that had gathered above.
Each one of them peered down at you with the same confused face- each one of them a boy. Oh god, were you the only girl there? Your heart dropped at the possibility.
“Who the hell are you?!” You stood up and pressed your back into the corner of the box, trying to get as far away from this Newt boy as possible, “Where the hell am I?!”
“Hey, calm down, love.” He put a hand up and you flinched, “Don’t fucking touch me.”
“It’s okay, we’re not gonna hurt yo-”
But before he could finish his sentence, another boy jumped down from above and landed beside him, “Yeah we are gonna hurt her- she’s with WCKD- look at her neck, just below the jaw.”
He put a hand to your throat but you slapped it away, “I said don’t touch me.”
“Gally, Gally, let’s not freak her out, huh?” Newt put a hand to his chest, turning to you this time, “Would you mind if I looked at your jaw?”
“Yes.” You lowered your brow to glare at him, but he put a hand to your cheek and bit his lip at what he saw anyways.
Suddenly, yet another boy jumped down, but this one was different. From the way he carried himself alone, you knew he was in charge. Those chocolatey brown of his eyes reminded you of something, of someone, you just couldn’t remember who.
Hold up.
You couldn’t remember anything.
When you didn’t try to, it was fine. But, as soon as you began to search your subconscious to find out who you were, everything went fuzzy. Suddenly a wave of nausea rolled through your stomach, and you found yourself gripping the wall to keep from doubling over.
None of the guys seemed to care, except maybe the one with orangey-brown hair. Newt, you remembered his name was Newt.
Looking him up and down, you decided he had a kind face. Those earth colored eyes of his didn’t look at you with the same hatred and apprehension as his friend Gally. No, they were much softer than that. It was a strange mixture of pity and intrigue that bore into you, so intense you had to look away.
Not that any of that mattered, because Gally was at your throat again and you were fighting him off, “Get the hell away!!!”
“Alby, she’s with WCKD, look at her neck.” He pointed a calloused finger in your direction, and you’d never felt so small.
“That could mean anything, Alby.” Newt stuck up for you, and you had no idea why.
“No, I’ll tell you what it means, shank! It means this strange girl has WCKD tattooed to her neck in letters identical to the ones on everything else. Oh, and did I mention she was a girl?!” He took yet another step in your direction, and you knew it was time to get out of there.
What tattoo? You didn’t have a tattoo? Or at least you didn’t remember ever having one, you couldn’t even trust your own head anymore.
Without thinking about it, you grabbed a wooden board sticking out of one of the barrels and swung it at Gally’s head. All you heard was a lot of cursing, from Alby, Newt and Gally, and a thud before you flew up the box’s ladder.
When you reached the top, the sight wasn’t what you were expecting.
You thought these guys had kidnapped you, and drugged you, but this wasn’t that at all. From the looks of it, you were in a makeshift community. All around you were rolling fields, shabby looking wooden huts, and crops. It would have been really beautiful, actually, if you hadn’t been so petrified.
“Holy shit, an actual girl.” You heard someone whisper, and you looked around. Surrounding you were dozens of boys, all around your age, all dumbfounded at the sight of you.
Once again you felt closed in, you felt trapped, and eyed the fields in front of you. It wouldn’t be hard to make a break for it, everyone else was so confused they probably wouldn’t even react. Only about a hundred yard sprint and you’d be out of the gates surrounding this strange little society- you’d be free.
“She’s gonna run!” You heard a thick accent you could only identify as Newt’s to your left, and your legs jumped into action.
You didn’t make it very far though, before you felt a crushing force at your side and then slammed into the ground. Rolling on your back, you saw a tanned face peering down at you, “Hey there, Greenie, name’s Minho.”
“What the fuck,” You coughed and saw his eyes darkened as he noticed the tattoo on your neck- one you had no memory of ever receiving, “Uh, guys, what’s that?”
“That’s what we’re trying to figure out,” Newt sounded annoyed as he hauled you up, exchanging a look with Alby before letting you go, “Don’t run again, okay?”
“Don’t touch me again, asshole. Where the hell am I?!” You spat back, but he just smiled, “Why are you smiling?!”
“Well, love, you’re the first girl I’ve ever met and you’re pretty much the opposite of what I expected.” He smirked, giving you one last look before turning to Alby and lowering his voice.
“-I know you don’t want to, but that fact is, until we know who she is, and what she wants, we have to put her in the Slammer-” Alby’s voice cut in and out as he spoke in a voice barely above a whisper.
Finally, they seemed to have reached a conclusion, “Fine, but I don’t like this.” Newt glared at Alby, and Gally, who seemed to have joined the conversation.
“Let’s go, Greenie.” Gally took a menacing step toward you, and started grabbing at your arm. Before you knew what was happening, your hand was balled into a fist and you’d punched him straight across the face.
“You bitch!” He topped over and popped right back up, shoving you roughly before Newt stepped between the two of you, “Gally that’s enough.”
Both boys stopped, Gally lowered his arm, and glared at Newt through heated eyes. But, even though the animosity between the two of them was obvious, he backed down. Slowly, you were starting to understand the cast system down here, and the fact that Newt was pretty high up on it.
“Come with me, love.” Newt hesitantly put his hand on your back to lead you away, “And, for the love of God, please don’t punch anyone else.”