Running From Your Problems (a Newt/ Maze Runner fanfic)

Chapter 30

30 chapters! Wow. This has gone on much longer than I thought that it would. I'm running out of ideas for the fan fiction and I don't really know how to get to the point that I want the story to get to without like 10 chapters of just memories.

I said like 5 chapters ago that I would try to wrap it up in a few chapters and I failed horribly and I feel like it is beginning to drag on And on and on.

This chapter is going to be kind of awkward to understand if it goes as planned.

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It took twenty minutes and three fits of laughter before Newt and I got back to Homestead with our stomachs filled with food raided from Frypan's kitchen.

"That was..... strange," Newt scratched the back of his head as he stood outside the door leading to his room. "Goodnight."

I waited for his door to lock behind him before moving. Something pulled me away from my bed, kept me awake and alert despite the late hour.

I stepped silently out of Homestead and into the night, the moon giving me just enough light to see where I was going.

The doors. The doors. A voice in my head repeated. But which doors? My legs began moving involuntarily as I were being controlled. The North Doors became closer as I grew closer and closer to them.

Panic began to spread through me. Was I being controlled? If I was being controlled, would I be able to see everything and think as clearly as I was now?

My body was acting of its own accord as my hand lifted and touched the cool, rough surface of the stone.

It's was as if I had done this before and my body was just doing something it was used to doing. My hand drifted from its spot to a chip on the flawless wall, but that time I forced myself to do this.

The second my fingers brushed over the dented surface, everything began to darken and I was transported to another place.

I stood there looking at a much younger version of myself, I couldn't have been older than 8. I was arguing with another person.

"We can't stay here! We have to keep moving and get to the headquarters!" The person yelled in a hurried voice, as if he were on the run from something, or someone.

"We can't go to the headquarters! Do you know what they do to us if they find out that we have been exposed to cranks?" The younger me retorted and plopped down on the ground. "If you want to go, then go. Leave me here. I'm not going to make it to a safe place then turned away or worse."

What were cranks? Where was I going? Only then did I realize that I wasn't in the same place that all of my other memories had been in. I was in the middle of a wasteland. The sky was a burnt orange and every tree in sight had been reduced to a charred crisp.

There must've been a huge fire my told me.

All of a sudden, wind picked up around us and the younger me looked to the sky, disbelief in her eyes.

"They still work?" She mumbled to herself, barely loud enough for me to hear.

I looked up, searching for the source of the wind. I looked up and was dumbfounded by what I saw.

The sun was huge. It looked too close, too large, for human life to be possible on this planet.

"I thought that the sun flares wiped them out," the person I was with whispered.

A large thing, which looked like a chunk of flying metal, came into view and the younger version of me and the person snapped out of their trances.

"Run!" The younger me screamed and jumped up from the ground, taking off at full speed.

The person I was with followed closely. He looked a lot like me, enough like me to possibly be my brother. No wonder I had argued with him.

I stood there and watched, watched as people in army fatigues came sprinting out of the thing. Watched as the eight year old me trip over a jagged rock and fall to the ground.

"Go!" She screamed.

I wanted to move, to help. But, I was planted to the spot, forced to watch as the terrific events unfolded.

The person, who I now thought of as my brother, stopped for a split second as I tripped and looked at me with pity in his eyes as I screamed for him to keep running.

He turned and left, leaving behind an eight year old child all alone in a horrible place.

The people caught up to me and hauled me up by the arms.

"We've got the immune," one of them spoke into a device. It was a radio. I don't know how I knew that but it was unimportant.

What did they mean by 'the immune?'

Before I could see anything else, the memory faded out and I was brought out of my past, brought back to the Glade.

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SCHOOL GOT CANCELLED FOR TOMORROW SO I CAN UPDATE AGAIN!!!!!!

I know that I had a game that got cancelled and that stinks, but it also means that dance is cancelled and my attendance record for this year in dance is still perfect!!!!!!

I think that the chapter went as planned, I didnt really have it planned, but maybe you know what I meant earlier.

Once again, I typed half of this chapter at one point and the other half seconds ago, so parts might now make that much sense.

I have one last thing to say before I go:
Who is the brother and is he still alive?