Hello my kitties (that's you) in this here imagine you are a crank and it takes place in the Scorch Trials but don't worry I'm not going to spoil anything major. For @oliviaaellard5626 's contest.

A storm was coming. You hummed happily as you settled in beside a window of the building you now owned. You liked storms, it meant all the other cranks would have to take refugee and in doing so you could relax for an hour or two. Your hum soon transformed to whistiling while you stared out the brokwn window just as the first few flashes of lightning began.

"Pretty." you coo'd even though the flashes hurt your eyes. However, movement drew your attention away from the bright strands of light. You peered into the darkness waiting for another strike to light up the area. You had nearly given up on your search but at last a flash illuminated the figure of a boy.

"Pretty." you decalred again as you watched the limping boy dart into the building opposite of you. Your lips pursed as you thought about the boy you had just seen and suddenly one thought jumped out from the rest. He didn't have any weapons. With a determined nod you began to grab every weapon you could find and put them in a pile.

"Go away storm!" you complained to the sky as you grew impatient in your quest to find the guy that you were fixated on for whatever reason. You groaned as you collapsed unto the floor and stared up at the mold and rust the claimed the ceiling for what felt like hours before sleep stole your consciousness.

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You awoke with a start at the sound of people screaming and with a pang of panic you lept to your feet and looked ou the window. You glanced around and found nothing but just as you were about to turn away you caught a glimsp of him.

"Oh yeah." you giggled as you rushed to grab your weapon pile. Satisifed that you had grabbed all that you could you took off for where you had last seen him. You silently tracked the footprints in the dusty roads and after thirty minutes you finally caught up with the group. You frantically searched the faces for his and once you found him again you marched straight up to him, completely ignoring everybody else.

"You need weapons!" you shouted joyfully as you unceremoniously dumped your arsenal at his feet with a grin. Your grin faded however when he refused to pick them up. With a roll of your eyes you bend down and grabbed a rusty shovel before shoving it into his hands.

"Uh thanks." he finally spoke up while he glanced at the people around him. You, however, continued to ignore the other people.

"Who are you?" a voice asked from your right side but you paid the question no mind and continued to stare him down.

"Hey I asked you a question." a badly burned Asian boy spoke gruffly as he came to stand beside the boy you were fixated on. Once again you played deaf to the boys words.

"Her shirt says My Name Is (y/n)." your guy stated out loud and you nodded your head in agreement. Honestly you had no clue if that was your name or not but since it came out of his mouth you'd go along with it.

"You?" you looked at him expectantly.

"I'm Newt." he told you with a very small and very awkward smile.

"Newt." you repeated and a giggle escaped your lips. You like his name, probably more than you like storms.

"Don't worry I won't hurt Newt." you smiled at him with your head titled to the side and your hands behind your back but he still didn't look at ease.

"Okay but what about everybody else?"

You leaned in closer to him and dropped your voice to whisper, "Do you want me to?"

"No."

"Then I won't hurt Newt's friends." you declared as you finally acknowledged the other guys, "What if other cranks try to hurt Newt?"

"Um yeah I guess you can hurt them." he told you and in an instant you wrapped your arms around his right arm and beamed up at him. Surprise flashed in his eyes and he tried to tug himself free but you just tightened your grip on him.

"I think she likes you Newt." the Asian boy laughed as he placed a hand on Newt's shoulder. Your eye twitched as you kept your gaze locked on the offending hand but stayed true to your word.
"Shut up Minho." Newt muttered and shrugged Minho's hand off him. You let out a breathe of relief as you really didn't want to upset Newt by ripping his friend's hand off.

"So what do we do with her?"

"She'll just have to come with us." a familiar voice piped up. You darted your gaze to the Mexican man but even though there was a vague sense of familiarity you couldn't really place him.

"Are you kidding!"

"She could kill us!"

"No!"

The guys surrounding you spoke up in a rush but the one guy whose opinion you would follow remained silent.
"Alright then kill her. Just remember she has a ton of weapons stockpiled at her feet and she could easily kill your friend before you could react." the Mexican man snorted.

"Won't hurt Newt!" you spat out at him before you moved your vise lice grip to Newt's torso and rested your head on his chest.

"She's coming with us." Minho finally decided for the group before he turned to you, "You will have a guard at all times and if you so much as touch a weapon we'll kill you."

You blinked at him blankly so with a sigh he gestured to Newt.

"(Y/n) you can't touch weapons and you'll have a guard." Newt told you and you shook your head rapidly since you were just excited that you were allowed to go with him.

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"Newt... Newt... Newt... Newwwwwwwt." you enjoyed singing his name as you skipped along beside him.

"Shut her up!" Minho shouted from the front of the group and most of the other boys grumbled their agreement.

"Hey, (y/n) can you be quiet?" Newt asked and you closed your mouth but grabbed his hand. A wide grin spread across your face as he let you intertwine your fingers with his but you decided against pushing your luck by snuggling into his side.

"Alright we'll sleep here for a couple of hours." Minho commanded once the group reached an abandoned building. You quickly drug Newt to the far side of the room and waited for him to slid down the wall before you did the same.

"What's wrong?" you ask in one of your rare 'still insane but less so' moments. Newt glanced over at you and could feel his walls break. He needed to tell somebody and so he did.

"So wicked hurt Newt?" you questioned after he had told his entire story.

"Yeah, they hurt him bad." he whispered and without warning you slid unto his lap and gave him a hug.

"Then I'll hurt wicked." you promised as you placed your head right over his heart. Newt smiled softly at you before he subtly pulled you closer to him.

"Maybe you can get the cure too." he whispered to himself as you had already drifted asleep.

"Hmm I think you like her." Minho teased as he flipped over unto his stomach to stare at the strange pair.

"Shut up Minho."