Thomas walked over to Minho a worried look printed on his face.
"Hey Minho have you seen Newt anywhere I uhm need to talk to him."
Minho looked around, his eyes squinting from the bright sunlight.
"I think I saw him near the maze doors a while back, ain't seen him recently though."
Thomas nodded and thanked him, his heart pounding. He was finally going to do it. He's going to tell Newt that...
"Hey Tommy! Bloody awful day isn't it." Newt was smirking at him under the brim of his hat. Thomas looked at him confused.
"Awful?" He replied, scratching the back of his head and looking down.
"Yeah, I really hate this burning hot weather. Always have though." Newt acknowledged, tilting his head suspiciously.
"Anyway what's up with you, you look like you've bloody clunked your pants you're so embarrassed." Newt said teasingly, his eyes smiling.
Thomas blushed, "Nothing's up, the sun it's making me too warm.."
"Yeah yeah" newt answered, taking of his hat and plonking it on Thomas's head. "You're welcome Tommy"
Thomas smiled, blushing even more.
Suddenly newt stopped smiling, it was as if all the happiness had drained out of him.
"Hey newt...what's wrong" Thomas asked, taking a step towards him. Newt closed his eyes, his body shaking slightly. A load ringing sound erupted from the sky. Newt opened his eyes and began walking, as if following the sound.
Thomas stood there a confused expression on his face. 'What's going on' Thomas thought, his mind racing. Nobody said a word, they were all transfixed on what newt was doing. The ringing had gotten louder, deafening even. Thomas looked up at the sky, expecting a object or something to be there making the sound. But there was nothing. Minho began shouting at newt, asking him where he was going. But newt ignored him and kept walking. It was clear nobody knew what on earth was happening but Thomas felt a weird connection to the ringing. He'd heard it before, he swore he heard it before. Newt had stopped now. He was a step away from going into the maze. Thomas's chest pounded. Weirdly the sky was going darker and darker, even though it wasn't evening yet. Before long the whole glade was nearly in total nightfall. Newt was still stood at the maze doors, the same unemotional look on his face. Then he did something unthinkable. He walked into the maze. It was like everyone in the glade had suddenly unfrozen from shock at the same time. Alby began running for him screaming his name, Minho and Gally not far behind. Thomas joined them, his brain exploding with questions that will never be answered. The rumbling of the doors began, the sound nearly drowning out the annoying ringing. Quickly the doors were closing. They couldn't reach him in time. Or could they? Thomas had overtook the gang of gladers and he was nearing newt. He had to make a quick decision, save himself and not go into the maze or go into the maze with newt, of course he chose the second option. Thomas sprinted through the cracks of the doors, just making it inside the maze. The doors slammed behind him, locking him and newt out for the night.
Abruptly newt snapped out of his trance. Confusion overcome him, then fear. He twisted around and faced Thomas, his eyebrows knotted together in alarm.
"Thomas...w-why are we in the buggin' maze?" Newt stuttered, trying to swallow down all his questions.
"I don't know, you walked in here. I was just trying to help" Thomas replied, looking at the ground. He realised what a stupid idea it was to go into the maze with him, but he couldn't leave newt alone, especially is this hell. Newt began pacing on the cold concrete, muttering to himself. Immediately he stopped, his head tilted to the side.
"Tommy...tommy did you hear that?" Newt whispered.
"Hear what?"
"That screeching sound...you must of heard it." Newt swallowed, slowly walking over to Thomas.
And then out of nowhere, a horrifyingly close screeching began, making both newt and Thomas jump.
"What the..?" Thomas breathed, backing away to a wall, his only instinct telling him to hide.
"Tommy, we need to go. We need to go now!" Newt shouted panicked. He set of jogging around the nearest corner, checking if the coast was clear. When he came back he was shivering in fear.
"Tommy, Thomas what are you doing? We need to go, they- the greivers are gonna find us!"
Thomas stood paralyzed, his head floating with shock. From the distance you could here the sharp clank of metal on concrete. The Griever's where coming closer.
"Tommy!" Newt shrieked, grabbing Thomas's arm, and dragging him forward.
"What the shuck is wrong with you?!" Newt was losing his temper, his face red with effort. Thomas looked down at his arm, newt's firm grip still in place. He felt a sense of calmness rush over him. He looked up at newt, only noticing his features for a second before his gaze was locked on the object behind him. The Griever had found them. It was too late. And then he was running. His mind was strangely relaxed and cool, not yet registering what what happening. Newt was panting behind him, trying his hardest to keep up. The Griever had disappeared, nothing there to prove it was ever there in the first place. Thomas slowed down to a jog, feeling newt bang into his in surprise. He looked over his shoulder expecting the horrific monster to be coming towards them at full speed, but he saw nothing.
"Where'd it go?" Newt asked, confusion coating his voice. Thomas shrugged, the gentle feeling he had in his head still there. He looked at newt, trying to decide on what to to next.
"Newt, we can't keep running from this thing all night long, we need a plan." Thomas addressed, running a hand through his hair.
"And what might you bloody suggestion, Mr know it all?" Newt spit back.
"I don't know, maybe we could hide. If it weren't for you shucking around and walking in the maze, we would never have to decide this." Thomas muttered, hearing newt suck in a breath.
"Tommy I couldn't control that, but you could. You didn't need to go in here with me."
"What, so I had to leave you to die? No-no I couldn't of lived with myself. No. I came in here to save you..." Thomas whispered, nearly admitting how he felt, but fought against it. It wasn't the right time.
Newt stared at him, biting his lip. He looked away after a minute, and tilted his head upwards.
"See Tommy, vines. We need to either hide in them or climb them. It'd be a buggin' miracle if I could climb them, but we need to try." Newt declared, reaching over and tugging at them.
Thomas nodded, "Yeah, vines. Let's trying climbing them first."
Newt smirked at him. "Good that."
"Okay, so the vines don't work." Newt announces, smirking at Thomas. He'd just watched Thomas climb the vine closest to him, the vine snapping with the weight of him, making Thomas land on his butt.
"Yeah, thanks Mr obvious, so what should we do now?" Thomas retorted, trying to escape the vine trapping his legs.
"Hide? These vines are pretty thick, could hide us easy." Newt responded. He began investigating, trying to find at large clump of them.
"C'mon shuck face, don't stand there all dreamy-eyed, we need to find somewhere to hide."
Thomas rolled his eyes but began searching. After a few minutes of silence Newt piped up.
"Here! Look, it's big enough for both of us." Newt said excitedly. He stood pointing at a pile of vines.
"I guess.." Thomas said, walking over to him.
Newt had already dived inside, making groans of annoyance. By the time Thomas had reached him the pile looked big enough for just about two people to sit in. Newt sat snugly in the middle, a smirk on his face.
"Well Tommy? I'm shucking pleased with this, not gonna lie." He declared, patting the space next to him.
"Sit. It's nice and comfy."
"Um...okay fine." Thomas sighed, awkwardly shuffling his way in. He plonked down loudly and made him self comfortable.
"I guess you're right Newt, it's nice." Thomas shrugged, turning his body slightly so he was facing newt.
"Ah yes Tommy, I'm always right-... What was that?"
Out of nowhere a scraping sound had appeared, getting louder by the second.
"Newt...are you sure this is gonna hide us?" Thomas whispered worriedly, his eyes wide.
"Of course." He whispered back, flinching faintly.
After a few more seconds, the scraping and screeching stopped. It was so sudden that both of them had no time to process it.
They sat in silence, time ticked by and they didn't move a muscle.
"Newt...?" Thomas said, having the urge to peak out from the vines and take a look at what was happening.
"What's bloody going on?" Newt whispered back, annoyance and confusion written on his face.
Thomas said nothing and scratched his arm, not knowing how to answer his friend. More minutes passed and Thomas could feel Newt getting impatient. The older boy was muttering swears to himself, his hands grabbing at the vines, making them pull apart so he could see through. Thomas watched Newts face, trying to find something written on it, to tell him what was going on, but he didn't see much chance of that, as his face was emotionless. Scary even. He looked on the verge of a breakdown, although his face gave nothing away. It suddenly occurred to him that something was wrong. Thomas began to feel unsettled as he grabbed hold of Newts shoulder, moving him out of the way to see what was on the other side of the vines.
Darkness swallowed him up and blinded him, he felt panic hammer on his chest, but it was soon disintegrated as he saw what was ahead. Moonlight seeped into view and so did the Griever, and although Thomas felt no fear, uncertainty trapped his thoughts. The Griever was far from being alive, it's dead carcass lay in pieces on the maze floor, scattered like dust. A bleeping red light had caught his attention and he felt the need to investigate. A tugging on his arm jolted him back, and Newts face was looking at him. He looked worried. His eyes were two black circles, blinking rapidly. Thomas hesitated before speaking, not really knowing how to break the silence. He sighed and spoke up.
"The griever, it's-it's dead. We're safe, I guess."
Newt looked through the hole in the vines again, probably making sure it hadn't been fixed since the last time we checked.
"Yeah, but for how long, it's clear something killed the Griever but what if it kills us? We need to get out of here quick time. I'm not getting bloody hacked to death." Newt said in a rush, his face red.
