In The Maze ➸Newt x Reader

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"Holy fucking shit-"

Thomas grabbed the corner of my shirt and pulled assertively, booking it in the opposite direction. I could hear the thing trailing behind us, its detested wails scampering after us. I had to dare myself not to turn around.

"Thomas- I'm scared shitless." I sheepishly yelled, pushing myself to run even faster. Thomas was ahead of me and I followed him as if my life depended on it: and honestly, it really did. 

"Me too," He panted back, "but we're going to make it. We will be fine. I promise." He yelled back, "Just keep running!" 

Before I could respond my foot got caught in one of the protruding vines, flinging my body forwards. I felt like a rag doll as my body swam through the air, my limbs becoming limp before I began to process the fact I was tripping. Thomas screamed my name, and that was the last thing I heard from the brown-haired boy before I smacked into the ground, immediately slipped away into darkness.

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Newt's POV

I sat by the doors throughout the night. Many of the other shanks kept telling me to come and eat, but I couldn't stop thinking about Y/N. Why couldn't it have been me to run into the maze? Why couldn't it have been anybody but her? She's too new, too fragile. I felt an overwhelming sense of guilt, along with an urge to protect her and take care of her. Something was dragging me towards this girl, and I had no clue as to why. Perhaps it was because she was well, a girl. Its also possible because I've always felt the instinct to guide all the new green beans as they entered this hell hole. However, Y/N was different than the rest of us. Clearly, being a female and all, but I had a strange feeling of comfort and memory when it came to Y/N; the fact she was stuck in the maze at night terrified me.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by the sound of a scream echoing from beyond the walls. It was female, followed by the belch of a griever. I immediately stood up from my sitting position, fear, nervousness, and guilt all washing through my mind. I let myself think the worst. 

She's gone, she's gone. I know it, I just know it.

I put my head in my hands let the tears that formed in my eyes fall. I had no clue as to why I was crying, I had just met this girl, but crying was the only thing that felt right in this moment.

I felt extremely attached to her. Something deep inside of me created this intense feeling, and I had no clue where it came from. 

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I was woken up by Zart the next morning.

"Dude. The maze doors will open soon..." He said, patting me on the back in sympathy. I just nodded in response at the platinum blonde and stood up, dusting off my pants. I rubbed my eyes which felt swollen and sore, thanks to last night's crying fest.

Chuck walked over and stood next to me, just as the doors began to open. It felt like they took forever, spreading apart at a snail's pace. The opening just revealed a blank corridor, causing my stomach to sink completely. 

Chuck's voice quivered. "They can't be gone... not Thomas. Not Minho."

"Not Y/N," I whispered, adding to his statement. 

Chuck put his small hand on my shoulder, and I looked down towards my feet in shame. It was all my fault. 

"Oh my god, " One of the boys exclaimed from behind, and I looked up and saw Thomas, Minho, and Y/N. Thomas was carrying Y/N bridal style while carrying Minho on his back. Bloody hell- how is he doing that. I couldn't help but feel a little jealous of him holding Y/N  in that way, but that was beside the point right now. What if she was dead? What if Minho was dead?

I ran towards them, Gally and Alby trailing behind. Thomas placed Y/N on the ground delicately, falling to his knees in exhaustion. Gally and Alby grabbed hold of Minho, hosting his limp body up over their shoulders. 

"What happened out there, Tommy?" I stared at him, my voice wavering. Thomas was drenched with sweat, exhaustion evident in his features. His eyes were sunken in, bags taking over, and multiple abrasions to his body were showing through his ripped clothes. 

"You alright mate?" I placed my hand on his shoulder and he looked up at me.

"I'm fine," Thomas coughed, not meeting my gaze, his eyes lingered on Y/N, "but not so sure about them."

"Let's get you guys on the grass." Frypan came up from behind me, picking Y/N up and bringing her inside the glade, laying her body onto the earth. Minho was brought beside her.

Thomas crawled in after, falling back onto the ground while lying on his back in what appeared to be defeat, but his breaths soon slowed down as he realized he was safe amongst the inside walls once again. 

"Everything was fine until Minho got stung in the middle of the day, right before we started heading back," Thomas said, remaining still on the ground with his eyes closed. 

I looked at Gally and Alby who were also giving sharing side glances. 

Gally folded his arms, "Middle of the day? What the hell, that's never happened." He shook his head in disgust, "Ever." 

"After Y/N ran in we hid Minho's body but were then being chased by a griever. Y/N tripped and fell, hitting her head really hard. She's been passed out ever since that happened which was right after dusk. Before the greiver could sting her, I took out my machete and killed it- not sure how I pulled that off..." Thomas trailed off his thought, then sat up, peering over at Y/N. "But I guess something just came over me. Anger? Protective tendencies? I don't even know." He shook his head, staring longingly at the sleeping girl. 

I stared at him as he smiled, "She's so beautiful, isn't she? I'm so glad yet so mad she came into the maze with me. I would've been alone otherwise- but I'd rather that than have her be stuck like this." He said quietly, hesitantly reaching over compassionate fingers as he brushed her hair out of her face.

I felt my body immediately tense up as I watched, "Don't get ahead of yourself Thomas." I said defensively, and his mousy eyes slightly glared in my direction. 

I now stared at Alby intently, gritting my teeth, "Medjack. Now."

Alby nodded and obliged, running towards the Medjack shack while calling out for assistance. Why should I even care about Thomas complimenting her and touching her hair? It's not like I "like like" her. I like her as a friend. Besides, she wouldn't ever even "like" me. I just met her. She's probably already got eyes for Thomas.

That would make makes sense as to why she ran into the maze in the first place, and so willingly despite understanding the consequences. 

As Alby returned, the rest of the gladers then followed, everyone circling the scene.

"Oh my, they're alive," Winston said wide-eyed. "Clint, Jeff take the greenie to the med room and tie Minho up into the pit. He's going to wake soon...and he will be violent."

"Be careful guys. She probably has a coma," I told the med-jacks, "and watch her head-" the two boys picked up her body, and I followed them to the med shack.

As they laid her down, I pulled up a chair next to her bed. "I'm gonna wait with her," I said, and they nodded.

"Got a thing for her then?" Jeff snorted while rolling his eyes, "just like every other guy around here."

"Do not. Shove it you shank." I gave him a dirty look, trying to control my temper but letting it slip. 

"It could take up to a month for her to wake up," Clint said, staring at me intensely. I stared back at him, and then over at Y/N. I felt the urge to grab onto her hand, so I did. I entwined our fingers, and I didn't let go.

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