The Assassin Trapped In A Maze ~Newtmas~

Chapter 4

Mitch's POV

I was sitting against a log, my back facing the bonfire as I was thinking about the situation I was currently in. I had been staring at the walls surrounding the Glade for about half an hour already and the realization that I was completely trapped between four huge concrete walls along with at least sixty other teenagers was finally falling upon me. Not that I wasn't aware of that fact already but now that I was sitting there alone and only had that on my mind it finally fully registered.

A bunch of emotions were swirling inside my head and I wasn't sure if I had the urge to cry or throw everything that was nearby and break them. What could I have possibly done wrong in my life to end up here? What if all of this was a prison? What if I was a criminal? What if I killed someone? What if all of this was just some kind of sick punishment for something I'd done wrong?

So many questions remaining unanswered which was already taking its toll on me. I was sure that in the next few weeks I would be completely crazy if I stayed here like that any longer. Who wouldn't? Who would actually feel good and safe in a place like this? I was pretty sure my sanity would be put to the test and I wasn't sure if I had the strength to stay sane.

Someone sitting next to me startled me. I flinched and snapped my head in the direction of the sudden movement only to find Newt, handing me a jar with a weird looking liquid inside. The blond was sitting so close to me that our shoulders were brushing gently against the other, giving me goosebumps as they did so. I hadn't seen the boy often since I had arrived, I could already tell how busy he was and even though I hadn't spoke much with him I could feel the way my heart would beat slightly faster when my eyes would fell on his figure.

"What is this?" I asked, taking the jar in my hand and he smiled, gesturing for me to try it. I brought the jar to my lips and carefully took a sip of the drink. A horrendous taste invaded my mouth, burning and making me want to puke instantly. I spat it out as soon as the yellow drink touched my taste buds, coughing loudly while Newt bursted out laughing next to me, probably knowing this would be my reaction.

"What the hell is that?" I asked once I was done coughing and looked at the jar again. Inspecting the drink with squinted eyes, immediately thinking someone had put something in it to mess with me since I was new here.

"I don't even know" he said, amused and looking at his own jar. "It's Gally's recipe, nobody knows what he puts in there." I shook my head and put the jar down next to me, deciding it better to never come near that thing ever again. For all I knew Gally could've have pissed in the jar and said it was a secret recipe or something. I didn't like him and he didn't seem to be holding me in his heart either so I honestly wouldn't be surprised if that was the case.

"Why can't we go out there? What's so important that we're stuck in here?" I finally gathered the courage to ask Newt, nodding my head towards the walls. He turned his head towards me, watching me for a second and sighed.

"Trust me," he said, looking at the walls surrounding us.

I found myself frowning, trust was a big word. A big word which I had difficulties with. To trust was demanding a lot of efforts from me and I wasn't sure I could do that. Could anyone really blame me for thinking that way though? I don't think so. As much as I'd like to trust that pretty boy next to me, I just couldn't at the moment. I didn't know him. I didn't know them. Why should I trust anyone or anything they said to me? I couldn't even remember my own name.

"The maze is a dangerous place." Newt announced, snapping me out of my own thoughts while he took a sip of the horrible drink like it was nothing. Probably had drank that shit a thousand times already and didn't even taste it anymore.