Warning: Will break your heart. You can guess why.
Minho opens the Slammer door and Newt races towards the open doors. Better get this over with.
Gladers jump in front of him, trying to stop Newt, but they were merely obstacles that Newt could conquer. He sprints past the opening to the maze, not caring about his leg, figuring all his pain will be gone in moments.
He scrambles up the ivy covered walls.
He goes farther than halfway- obviously didn't work last time.
He makes it to his desired hight and takes a look at the concrete ground.
He's far up. Beads of sweat begin to fall from his forehead. His muscles ache and he begins to shake, barley able to sustain his grip on the ivy.
Deep breaths.
In.
Out.
And finally- he lets go. A rush of air pushes on him, as if trying to save him from the effects of gravity. But the air's might fails, nothing could save Newt.
And finally he feels the impact. The ground hits him and Newt feels the cold hard floor beneath him.
But he's not dead.
Tears prickle his eyes, not again.
He stays quiet, perhaps no one will be able to save him.
But his efforts fail.
A figure stands over the broken Newt.
"Hey Newt," the figure whispers.
Out of all people why him? Why did he have to find him in this state?
Newt mumbles, barely audible "Hi Tommy."
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The Bloody Walls
FanfictionWe all know how Newt got his limp. But do we know what happened after? How Alby and Minho reacted. How they kept it a secret from the rest of the Gladers. And how Newt kept quiet, slowly dying inside.
