Flames // Newt x Reader \\

~George~

"A d-dead Griever?" Minho stuttered in disbelief.
"How is the shuck thing dead? Who -or should I say- what killed it?" We we're both taken aback by the sight. I had seen a dead Griever once before, it was a nasty sight. I thought it fell off the wall, but the next time we went into the maze, Newt had his accident and we never made it to the resting place of the Griever. So, we never knew what had happened to it 'cause the time after that we went in and it was gone.

"We should tell Alby." Minho decided.

"Okay sure, but before we go anywhere." I paused.

"What girlie?"

"What's up between you and Thomas? Augh- before you deny it, I've seen the way you look at him when he's not looking." I pressed on. "Does princess have a crus-"

"Okay! Okay! Shush! Yes, I've never felt this way about anybody since... since George." His face fell a little.

"Oh Min Min! I'm sorry I never should have pressed you for an answer." I said guiltily. "But, Thomas is my brother, and I'm pretty sure he wants to be a runner, so when he comes in for his training I can ask him."

"Thanks girlie." Minho gave me a hug and then we remembered the dead half-fleshy creature lying less than twenty feet away from us. "We gotta get back, I'm taking it there's no chance of stopping for a break?"

"No. We have to report back to Alby as soon as possible." I said starting off at a quicker pace than normal. By the end, we were sprinting through the corridors. We had run two hours worth of running, in half an hour.

"(Y/N), Minho, what are your doing back so early?" It was Thomas. He'd heard us sprinting as he was working quite close to the door.

"Cant... talk... have... to find... Alby... and Newt..." I panted, barely getting the words out.

"(Y/N), Minho, why are you back? It's not even half past noon." Newts worried voice sounded from behind Thomas. "Tommy, go get Alby..."

Thomas nodded and headed off.

"Hey love, you need to drink." Newt was looking down at me as I was still panting heavily but this time, with my back against the wall, sitting. I gulped down my water and Minho did the same.

"What do you need to talk to me about?" It was Alby.

"Just give them a second mate, they're exhausted." I nodded a thanks to Newt, still breathing really heavily.

"Okay, so. Me and (Y/N) were just running the maze, and we found a dead one." Minho had recovered.

"A dead Griever? Are you sure it was-" Alby's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Yes Alby. It was dead, it looked like the one that I found with... with George." I choked on my words as a memory came flashing through.

*flashback*

Shit! We're late! We shouldn't have taken so much time inspecting the dead Griever!
"Come on (Y/N)! We can make it!" George shouted encouragingly at me.

"We have five minutes till the doors close! Run faster!" I told him.

Four minutes. Three turns.