The Original ( (y/n) x Newt )

"She'll die out there"

(Y/n)'s POV:

I had no idea where I was going. I was just running, sometimes going around corners only to run some more. The sun had just passed its peak and was making its way down quickly.

I estimated I had about an hour until the doors shut, so in that time, I needed to get as far away from them as I could. Seen as there was a whole hour left, I wasn't sure if they would send Minho or Thomas in after me.

I studied the walls, they were exactly like my dream. Old with vines running down them. I took a deep breath breathing in the greenery and stone.

It was a smell that I was quite familiar with in the glade, but here it was different. In the glade, it was smelling the grass because you'll never smell the grass outside of the glade. It was living every moment knowing you were stuck and couldn't do anything about it.

But here... here it was a clear smell that told you that you were free. That you couldn't be controlled.

Well, it was that or the fact that in the glade, you can barely smell anything other than boys' sweat.

Everything felt so new yet so familiar, like I had done all this before. I was mentally tracking the route that I came from without even realising.

I had heard the stories of the grievers ripping you to shreads and stinging you to make you go crazy. I just hoped i wouldn't run into one.

Soon enough, my hour of freedom passed, and now it was going to be a night to fight for my life.

Thomas's POV:

"We need to go in after her. She'll never survive a night in the maze." I demanded.

"Why not? You and Minho did. The shank knew what she was getting herself into." Gally responded.

"Yea, but we had the keeper of the runner helping us not run face first into a dead end."

"I'm sorry, guys, but I have to agree with gally on this one. We only have an hour until the doors close." Alby had come through the crowd and now stood looking into the maze.

"She'll die out there!!!" I shouted.

"And that's her own fault." Gally pitched in.

"I don't care what you say, I'm going in. Minho, are you with me."

"Duh." Of course, Minho would be sassy in a moment like this.

And with that, we ran into the maze. Hopefully, the greenie hadn't gone too far.

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We had been running for about thirty minutes before we found something strange. A dead griever.

"You think it's dead." I asked.

"Sure, shucken looks it."

"Lemme get a closer look." Before I could get any closer, one of the grievers legs came flying at my head, which I just missed.

The grievers eyes then opened, and it rose to its feet, letting out a deafening screech.

"RUN!!!" Minho screamed.

We started running back to the glade with a little bit more enthusiasm than before as now there was a griever on our tail.

The griever lunged at me, getting on top of me with its teeth right in front of my face. I had to resist crying, but I'm pretty sure a few tears gave in and sped down my cheek.

Minho grabbed his dagger and thrusted it into the side of the beast. It let out a painful wallow before retreating slightly. This was enough for me to slip out from under it and continue cat and mouse.

"I left you once I'm not making that mistake again." He panted.

Looking back at the griever, I saw its state, goo gushing from its side where Minhos dagger was still stuck in it.

We got to the doors, but they had already started closing. Gladers, on the other side, shouted on encouragement, but the inevitable soon came. The doors shut, and there was nowhere to go. Our freedom had now turned to a dead end.

The griever came charging towards us. We both threw ourselves against the walls, trying to slip behind it, but our attempts were futile.

The griever had us both pinned in the dead end. Before we heard a shout.

(Y/n)'s POV:

"Hey!" I shouted at the creature. I had been debating shouting or just running away and hiding, but these boys risked their lives to find me. Now I'm just repaying the favour.

The griever didn't seem bothered, so I picked up a rock and threw it at the monster.

"HEY!" I yelled with a bit more power.

This time, the griever turned around, looking straight at me, letting the rock I had thrown hit it right in the middle of its head.

"Bullseye," I whispered to myself.

The griever let go of its two captives, turning its whole attention to me. I stood there flabbergasted. It was the same creature as the one in my dream

"RUN!" Minho screamed at me, but I couldn't. I was in utter shock.

I only got knocked out of my frozen state when the creature came thrashing towards me, causing me to turn on my heel and bolt it.

I ran for what seemed like hours, just taking random turns before my foot fell in a ditch. The rocks around it locked it in place, I looked around for something to free it. Before quickly realising, it was the exact hallway as my dream, which means...

The griever came clicking around the corner.

???'s POV:

"This is perfect, janson. Get the griever to sting her, and then we can send people in to take her out. The subjects will just think she died and was taken to the nest. We will also get to see how our prized subject reacts to the sting."

"Are you sure, Miss? We've seen what this girl can do, what if she gets away."

"She won't, she has nowhere to go. She's stuck."

"Okay, Dr. Paige, Dr. Clental, initiate sting mode."

(Y/n)'s POV:

The beast came directly at me, and its stinger pointed for my head. The dagger was on its side. It was exact.

'Okay, dream me, I hope you're right about this.' I thought.

I yelled exactly like the dream. Not a word, just a scream.

The griever came hurdling towards me. 'What am I supposed to be looking for?'

The ground shook underneath the grievers' weight, causing the rocks around my foot to wobble and jump, eroding from the ground, giving me enough room to unlock my foot.

I slipped my foot out and kept running.

I swerved down corridors and around corners, but in the end, I had no idea where i was going. That's what led me to a dead end.

I turned around, and the creature had its stinger pointed right at me. Before I could do anything, the stinger thrusted into my lower left leg. I let out a scream.

Turning my attention back up to the beast, I held its gaze. Before sprinting up and ripping out the dagger in its side. My leg throbbed, but I couldn't focus on that.

I could see the slight orange tint the sky started showing. We were close to day. The goop came spraying out the wound, and I slipped falling on the floor.

That gave me an idea, the griever was still thrashing around from pain, and I stood at the end of the dead end. The griever locked eyes with me and ran at me, I ran at it.

Before we collided, I fell to my knees, sliding underneath it with the dagger raised. Before I knew it, I was covered in a slimy substance, and the griever fell, dead, to the floor.

I let out a chuckle before sliding down the wall next to the griever, I finally let a tear fall down my face as I sat there, losing consciousness.