Newt Imagines- Newt x the reader

RUN

Y/n's pov

By the time I'm ready for bed, all the other gladers have come inside, getting ready themselves. I really want everyone to hurry up so I can take out the .... and try to figure out what it is. Once all I can hear is breathing and a few snores, I get the thing out of my pocket and sit up to try to work out what it is. I look at it, turning it around in my hands until I go cross-eyed. I stare at it and nothing comes to me. This .... is something I've never seen before, something that isn't even remotely familiar. I put it away and lay back down, hoping that if I let my mind think about something else, it might recognise the object. My mind wanders, not focusing on a single topic, and it still can't answer my question on what it is. I decide to sleep and take it around with me tomorrow - to whatever job trial I have - not giving anyone the chance to see or take it.

I wake up when Alby comes to get me, ready for the day ahead. We walk over to the map room and I look at him. Is today's job trial being a runner? I silently hope it is. As much as the maze scares me, I really want to get out of the glade. "Today she-bean," Alby says, irritation from last night still present on his face "You're going to be trialling with the keeper of the runners; Minho." I smile. I'm so ready for this I think. Minho leads me into the map room and gets me a pack. It's a little bit big, but it'll do. I secretly slip the thing into my pocket once Minho has finished packing the packs and isn't looking. We quickly eat a breakfast from Frypan and head to the doors, waiting for them to open. Minho tells me the basic rules and bits of information while we're waiting. Then the doors open and we're running.

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Newt's pov

I get up when I know the runners will be having breakfast. I do this every day. But today is different; Y/n is trialling with them. I want to go out like I do every day, but I don't really want to talk to her. I decide to go out as normal, but only talk to Minho and the other runners. I'll watch them leave from a distance so Y/n doesn't see me. They run out and I'm left standing there, unsure what to do until I start work in the gardens. I walk over to the kitchen to get breakfast, to wait for the day to begin.

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Y/n's pov

We run for about an hour and a half until Minho stops so I can have another break. This is the 3rd one so far. I bend over and put my hands on my knees, breathing heavily. I can tell that he could keep going, but is taking it easy for me. I'm grateful for the stops, but know that we should be running more or we won't get much done today. I remember the thing in my pocket and hope we don't stop too much more or Minho will find out about it. I have some water and stand up straight, taking a few more deep breaths before we start off again. We run and run, turning corners, running down corridors and turning more corners. After about another half an hour of running, Minho stops suddenly and I almost run into him. He holds his hand up and puts a finger to his lips to tell me to be quiet. I obey and listen to see if I can hear anything, but when I don't, I get impatient. "What?" I whisper. He shushes me, refusing to give me an answer. That's when I hear a metallic clicking sound. Confused, I listen to the sound, wondering what it could be. Then my mind goes back to what Minho was telling me as the doors were opening; "there are these beast things called grievers in the maze Y/n" He'd said. "If we see or hear one, we turn the other way and run. As quietly and quickly as possible." The fear in his eyes made it obvious; you don't want to be near or get close to one. Is there a griever around the corner? Now I'm terrified and the glade doesn't seem like such a bad option. He starts inching backwards, away from the sound. I do the same, staying behind him. We walk backwards really slowly, moving away from the clicking sounds. But then they stop all together. Minho stops, confused and I look at him, hoping he has an answer for what's happening. We wait, listening. When nothing happens, Minho inches forwards to get closer to the corner again. And that's when it happens. A griever springs around the corner at top speed. I'm stunned by how hideous the thing is. It looked like an experiment gone wrong. It's body resembled a gigantic slug, sparsely covered in hair and glistening with slime, grotesquely pulsating in and out as it breathed. I noticed all this is the space of 1.5 seconds. I hear an ear piercing shriek erupt from this creature, so much so that I have to cover my ears to block out the noise. "RRUUUNNN!!!!" I hear Minho yell, and see him sprint away from the griever. I quickly catch up with him, but can still hear the gut wrenching sound of the gears becoming louder with every step I take. I follow Minho as he runs in mind boggling patterns and does evasive maneuvers to escape the griever. I notice as we run that I can hear an extra noise above the grievers'. It's a high pitched beep that doesn't seems to end for a whole minute, then pauses and starts again. It sounds like it's following me, or attached to me. The sound is coming from my pocket and I gasp as I realise what it is. It's the mysterious object I found in the glade last night! I yank it out of my pocket, almost throwing myself off balance as I continue to run. When the griever spots the object it screeches, seemingly drawn or motivated by it. It starts moving faster and I realise that it is one of two things: 1. It's some sort of beacon that attracts the griever or 2. It's some sort of thing that makes the grievers angry and attack. Either way, it wasn't looking good for us. Minho seems to have noticed the .... in my hand a starts to ask questions. "Not... now" I say in between breaths "Keep....... running... I'll explain...... if we live" I say breathing deeply for air.