Him (Newt x Reader)

The group continues to scream and panic, but I can't bare to look their way. I manage to prop myself up on my elbow as if I could even escape, but no weapon lays around me and the griever seems ever so determined to kill me. What am I going to do?

The familiar sound of a claw-like tail immediately catches my attention, the griever moving its stinger back and forth as if it's showing it off. The stinger shines a bright blue light, acting as a beautiful disguise for something so deadly.

"Y/N!" I hear them yell again, finally seeing them run out of the corner of my eye. But the griever quickly reacts and lets out its terrifying scream, stopping them before they could move any closer and allowing the griever to kill me even faster.

"Desactive" A feminine voice whispers in my mind, however, it's not Teresa.

"Desactive" The voice says again, and I finally realize I can't even understand her language.

Jumping out of my thoughts, the griever averts its attention back to me and lets out another unbearable screech, its stinger hovering above my body.

"If they are to ever turn on you, for whatever reason. Say this word, and you'll be safe."

This voice is nothing but a stranger to me and I feel so drawn to it, I'm not even sure if I can trust whoever is speaking to me, but do I really have a choice? I have no weapon, no one by my side, and I can't even run. I'm completely out of options and this voice is my last hope.

The griever releases one last scream and its stinger comes flying down towards me, I shut my eyes and turn away, putting my arm up as if that would do anything. All I can process is my appalling death and the voice, who could be trying to kill me for all I know, but what are the odds that she's trying to save me? I've had a pretty good deal with strangers lately, why not take this last chance?

"DESACTIVE!"

Time seems to freeze as my own words echo in my head, it feels like forever when I realize that I'm not hurt. No sting, no pain, no death.

A giant thud suddenly booms from next to me and I open my eyes to see the griever, I instantly back away and attempt to catch my breath. I study the griever as it lies there, listening to mechanical whirring that grows more faint as the griever doesn't move. I glance over to the griever's stinger and watch as the blue light fades away, as if it never existed.

"Y/n! Are you okay?" Teresa engulfs me into a quick hug and helps me off the ground. "Yeah, I'm fine..." I trail off, still watching the griever and waiting for it to move. "What the shuck happened?" Minho asks, poking the griever with his spear.

"I-I don't know..." I answer, and that's the solid truth. Putting aside the voice, whoever she is, and what she said to me, nothing will ever seem to make sense.

"Okay, I know we're all happy about Y/n being alive. But we're all about to die if we don't get to that Council Hall." Frypan says, pointing to the other grievers who have clearly noticed the recent death of their own kind. 

"He's right, come on!" Thomas says, and we start our run back to the Council Hall as I feel Newt's hand intertwine with mine.  "You are not letting go this time." He says protectively, and all I can give in return is a smile. 

Yes, Newt is holding my hand again, but my mind is too preoccupied with bigger matters. I just killed a griever. With no weapons, fighting, or anything at that. I just said one word, in a language I don't even understand, and it just dropped dead. How is that possible?