The Deadliest Generation: The Maze Of Monsters

Were We Friends?

Authors Note: hey guys! I noticed a few grammatical errors on previous chapters so I'll just be editing and re uploading them. Also a lot more flashbacks will be happening in the next chapters cause they're the best stuff to write, and it won't just be River's. Also if I see any Teresa slander in the comments they will be deleted and you will probably be blocked. And can you guys please comment if you can, cause I like to know what you think of the story and I just love comments in general :). 

TW: Mentions of suicide, self harm, and swearing. If you are uncomfortable or triggered by any of these, please read with caution. 

FOUR YEARS AGO (DURING THE SPIRAL GAMES)

"How long have you been out here?" 

Newt turned from the edge of the glass balcony that gave a long, lonely view of the Scorch. The Scorch's golden sand moved in soft waves in the light breeze that was making Newt's bare arms cold. He turned to see Thomas, a painfully young looking, twelve year old Thomas, who was wearing a plain black shirt and pale grey pyjama trousers, his face wary and his hands bunched into the material of his trousers.

"A while." Was all Newt said, watching Thomas carefully. The facility was silent and dark at last, all the busy, bustling of the day, all the beeps of machinery, all the bright, room-filling lights and all the soft, lying whispers of the doctors were gone. The corridors were finally empty of guards, and even the cameras were shut down, but they would blink to life if it grew too loud. But outside, on one of these many balconies, you wouldn't be heard after the doors to them slid shut. 

"A few of the kids have gone missing, not just Luna. Fifty to be exact. Sonya told me Emily was really worried, one of them's her brother." Newt was still staring at Thomas, looking for any signs of recognition, and changed his tone to a much more grilling and angry one. "You know what's goin' on? Seemed like they'd tell you, they like you a lot."

"No- don't - don't look at me like that, Newt, I don't know!" Thomas held up both his hands with a pained expression on his face. "They don't tell me everything."

"Yeah, well, it seems like they tell you a pretty fucking lot. And you tell me nothing." Newt huffed, and pulled out a can of coke.

"Newt, I- where'd you get that?" Thomas asked, watching as Newt opened the can and drank some, before setting it down with a strange look.

Newt shut his eyes briefly, raising his eyebrows and smiling. "You'd tell Dr Paige if I told you."

"No, I wouldn't." Thomas hissed angrily, beginning to pace toward Newt, "I don't care that you have energy drinks, I don't care wh-"

"Those guards are so fucking depressed that they'll trade it with the people in the Scorch. They never notice when I steal a can... or three." Newt's eyes slowly traveled from Thomas to the Scorch, and his voice dropped to a whisper, "Please don't tell Dr Paige." 

Thomas had stopped pacing and stared at Newt, eyebrows raised, but the crack in his voice as he spoke in a whisper showed his true feelings. "Is that really how much you trust me? You think I'll go running to Paige at the slightest show of rule breaking?"

"No, no, Tommy, I-I-I trust you... but I... I don't trust them. Or what they could do to you. Make you tell them." Newt drank some more of the coke then paused for a few minutes. Then he turned to Thomas, who had apparently just been staring at him. "The fuck are you looking at? You wanna try some?"

"No, I-I was looking at you." Thomas glanced down, cheeks red, and started to mess with the bottom of his shirt. 

Newt went a bit red as well, but just continued to smoke calmly, trying to ignore the stupid smiles that kept appearing on his face.