𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐀𝟖 || 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐭

𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 ... 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭-

"Okay, go!" Minho yelled as the doors opened wide enough for the three of you to run in. You ran fairly quickly (not sprinting yet) down the first passage until it split into two forks.

"Okay, Y/N, you go with Newt because it's your first time. You two need to need to remember everything, okay? Keep track of time, shuckfaces!" Minho ordered.

You mockingly blew him a kiss, not noticing the looks that passed between Minho and Newt (jealous and laughing as they teased each other over your head). "Sure thing, Minho. Let's go, Newt!"

Newt grinned as you both broke into a sprint, taking as many turns as possible in order to cover more ground.

"You're pretty good, you know, Y/N," Newt panted as you take a quick break, wolfing down some of Frypan's sandwiches.

"Aw," you patted his head, messing up his hair (which just made him more adorable). "He thinks he's better than me!"

"You are so on!" Newt got to his feet, pulling you up as well. You laughed loudly as you raced him, always a few steps ahead. Newt was fast, but you were faster.

"Okay, okay!" Newt held up his hands, sweating profusely and panting heavily. "You win, Y/N."

You laughed, but stopped abruptly. "Wait, do you hear that?"

You and Newt both turned around slowly, to see the most horrendous thing you could remember. It was a slimy, blubbery mass, with stings, metal weapons and limbs, letting loose horrendous screeching noises as it moved towards you both.

"Holy bloody fucking shit!" Newt swore rapidly. "A Griever!"

"I thought they didn't come out during the day!" you backed up slowly as the Griever screamed and whined, taking a few steps forward,

"No, they just always come out at ni-" Newt cut himself off as the Griever howled and started moving towards you. "Run!"

You did as he said, obeying him without a question. The thing was always right on your tail, and gaining on you and Newt by the second.

"Minho!" you screamed. "Minho! Help!"

"Y/N?!" you heard him shouting back. "Newt?!"

"There's a bloody Griever!" Newt yelled, and you heard a faint "of shucking course" come from a few turns ahead of you.

"Guys, the doors are gonna close in a minute!" Minho screamed. "You need to hurry!"

You and Newt ran even faster, throwing looks over your shoulders at the Griever that was on your feet. Apparently, you'd really lost track of time over the day.

You rounded the last corner, seeing the Gladers gathered at the open door.

"Get back, get back!" you and Newt yelled at them. Minho was just ahead of you, and the doors began to rumble to a close.

"Come on! Come on!" the Gladers chanted. Minho had reached them, and he looked terrified.

"We're not gonna make it!" you gasped, looking at Newt with a heartbroken glance.

"No," he stared determinedly at you. "You just got here. You're going to make it. We both are!"

With a final ounce of energy, Newt pushed you forwards. You realised he was prepared to stay back in the Maze, to die for you.

You were not having that.

Just as the doors were closing on Newt, you pulled him through, his momentum sending you both toppling and rolling over each other. The Griever let out an agonised scream as it was trapped in the Maze again.