the analyst - (NEWT)

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quite different to the way she had been woken up the past few days, this time yn wakes up no thanks to anyone; she had been lifted from her slumber by yelling. when yn went outside to check it out, she finds that alby and the keeper of the slippers (who she was supposed to work with today) are arguing and it seemed quite intense. as she treads closer to the voices, it becomes easier to understand the origin of the argument.

"i'm not going to have the greenie work with me and the other sloppers until we find out what the shuck that note she was sent up could mean!" he yells, his body flexing at the action and yn swore she saw a vein in his head bulge. "she hurt both you and gally, i don't want that to repeat itself to the rest of the gladers", the boy was fuming at this point, his hand gestures became more erratic as he countered; often interrupting alby just to get another point across.

"she was scared, vince! we gave her a just punishment and she hasn't hurt anyone else since!" alby yells back, the booming of his voice shook yn to her core, and she finally walks close enough that vince caught her in his peripheral.

"you!" his screech catches the girl off guard and she stands frozen, eyes flickering between his two eyes as he stomps closer to her.

he grabs onto her wrist and she is quick to grab his with her free hand. as she tries to pull and tug her wrist out of her grip, vince only grasps tighter, making her wince at the contact of his fingernails digging into her skin.

"let go of me!" she yelped.

"vince!" alby approaches quickly, shoving at vince's shoulder to make the boy quit his antics

"what are you hiding, huh?!" her tugging escalates out of desperation and she shoves him away with as much strength as she could muster. this combined with alby's harsh shove sends vince stumbling. yn watches as he fails to catch himself and falls onto the damp dirt.

alby sends yn a glance, as if to ask if she was alright; yn nods in assurance and wraps her hand around the crescent shapes embedded on her opposing wrist. alby moves forward and grabs vince around his forearm to coax him to stand.

"you, you and all the keepers are to be present at the meeting in an hour, you hear?" his voice low and demanding, yn nods, her eyes not leaving the boy who slumped as he stood, nodding shamefully at the command.

"newt, bring these two to the medjacks will you? i've got more pressing things to take care of", and alby marches off towards the builders.

vince looks up from the grass and locks eyes with yn, his eyes swirling with venom and disgust, "you don't belong here, greenie."

"c'mon you two", newt bellows, dropping his shovel and gesturing for them to catch up to him.

vince was the first to move from his spot, jogging to catch up to the blonde. yn stood there for a few more seconds before heaving a sigh. she trudges behind them, but none of the three speak the whole trip to the medjack's hut.

when vince and yn are sat at two separate cots, she tries to tune out vince's complaining as jeff treats his (very minor) scrapes he had taken from his fall. she instead pays mind to how organized the room is, eyes drifting to each and every tool clint and jeff use. as she drags her eyes about the room she finds that the lanky blonde had decided against leaving, he stood there watching her, she quickly looks away in embarrassment.