maze to her heart ~ newt¹✓

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝔼𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟 | undoing

UNDOING

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Thomas stabbed the needle into his thigh, his eyes fluttering as he slipped in and out of consciousness. Teresa leaped toward Thomas while the other Gladers lunged towards him, including Rae and Newt. As Teresa was stroking Thomas's hair while his head was in her lap, Rae yelled at Chuck to get the other syringe. Rae knew the infection would spread quickly; they didn't have much time to save him. She couldn't bear to see another one of them die tonight.

Chuck quickly came back with the blue syringe, Teresa grabbing it from the young boy and plunging it into the same thigh. Rae could practically hear everyone sigh with relief. The redhead stood up after crouching down next to Thomas.

"Let's get Thomas to the med-bay and... clean up the mess," Rae said, but Gally interrupted her. 

"You're not going to address the situation here, Rae? Half of us died tonight because of this shank." Gally's eyes were filled with hate and rage towards the unconscious brunette. 

Rae spun around on her heels, facing the builder. "Watch your mouth, Gally." Gally's muscles tensed, but not because of nervousness, but of the resentment flowing through his blood. Newt glanced nervously at the two, hoping that the tension wouldn't build. If it did, he'd step in.

"Or what? You're gonna throw me in the maze, lock me up?" As Gally was talking, a couple of the Gladers united with him, standing behind him to show their support for the Keeper. It didn't seem like a lot of guys, but as Gally continued his speech, more than half the Gladers were on his side.

"Is that what you want?" Rae asked, eyeing those Gladers.

"What I want is for this shank to punished. Banished from here!" The Gladers that supported him erupted in shouts, agreeing with Gally. Through the commotion of those boys, Gally stepped forward until he was inches away from the redhead. "You're not in charge here anymore."

The noise from the Gladers was loud and violent as Rae, Newt, Teresa, Minho, and a handful of others watched. The events that happened that night only magnified the growing tension between the two viewpoints. There were people like Thomas and Rae who wanted nothing but to leave that terrible place, and others who were too scared to face the reality of the maze and too comfortable to leave the Glade. Realistically, Rae knew they couldn't stay here forever, and Thomas was helping them. It didn't matter who they were in their past lives that all of them had no memory of. Thomas was one of them, whether Gally accepted it or not.

While Rae remained silent, Minho had enough of the coup Gally was creating. He marched forward and shoved Gally back so hard, he stumbled into Billy, another Keeper. Just as the situation couldn't get any worse, Gally swung a punch at Minho and the two sides erupted in a fight.

Newt quickly ejected himself into the commotion, trying to stop the Gladers. He pulled Minho off Gally, but he wasn't going down without a fight. Minho ripped himself from Newt's grip and continued, pouncing back on Gally like a lynx. Rae was also trying to stop the fighting, which was the last thing she wanted to happen. As she tried stepping in between two Gladers who were fighting, a fist landed on her left cheek, hard. In that split second, as knuckle connected with skin, Rae froze in shock. But the second after, a blanket of pins and needles stung against the spot on her face where Rae had been hit. She stumbled to the ground, clutching her face to stop the throbbing. 

The boy threw a strong punch that caused Rae to see spots dancing across her view like black snowflakes falling from the sky. She wanted to stand up, get up, but the world was spinning and the only thing she could make out was the orange glow from the fires burning through the Glade and the blonde boy running towards her. Her eyelids felt heavy as the pain started to take over, and Rae slipped into darkness.

Teresa watched in fear as the Gladers were going at each other's throats. Through the chaos, Gally was able to yell out something, that caused all the Gladers to stop. Newt looked up at the tall, now intimidating, boy, as he held Rae's head in his lap.

"Stop!" His voice boomed through the Glade. He turned to Teresa and the unconscious Thomas. "Lock them up in the slammers," he ordered to some of the Gladers, who followed his command. Next, he pointed at Rae. "And her, too."

"Gally, what are you doing?" Newt challenged the boy.

"Doing what I should've done a long time ago."

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