The Real World || The Maze Runner Fanfiction (1)

Chapter 13

"We?"

Newt scratched the back of his neck nervously. All of the boys had exited the room now and were standing in a group, watching us rudely. Minho looked as if he wanted to join us and comfort us, but he refrained from doing so.

"We only sentenced you to be banished, but Newt here has decided he will go with you." I turned to glare at Alby, who had interrupted our conversation.

"Come on then, everyone will be waiting," Gally demanded, coming forward and pushing me and Newt out of the homestead and outside.

A large gathering, it had to be all of the boys in the glade, had surrounded the entrance to the main building. Some of their faces showed pity and the rest showed hatred; it was obvious what side they were on.

Gally kept a tight grip on our arms, obviously enjoying this miniature show of violence. However, Newt was struggling in his grasp which was making Gally a little bit nervous.

Alby stepped forward to address the crowd. Along with everyone else standing there, I waited anxiously for what he had to say.

"Listen up! We have had a very long and thoughtful discussion on what the sentence must be for Libellus Hope, and we have come to a conclusion. She has been found guilty of being a traitor to the gladers and she is therefore a danger to us all! We have now sentenced her to be banished at nightfall, just as the doors are closing. And as Newt can't seem to handle Libellus dying, he will be joining her in the banishment."

An outburst of disscusion broke out in the crowd, a few people shouted about how it was wrong but others cheered. Me and Newt (who had stopped struggling) stood in silence, knowing the keeper's minds couldn't be changed.

"Gally, if you could accompany Newt and Libellus to the slammer please." Alby asked, turning to speak with the other keeper.

Without another word, Gally dragged us to the jail.

  

"Libellus I'm so sorry, I don't know what happened. I'm so sorry!"

Me and Newt were sitting in the cold cell of the slammer. After being thrown in here by Gally, we had been left alone to wait until night time. In the dark cell, I could only just make out the features of Newt. His eyes were red (either from crying or from exhaustion) and he was staring gloomily at the floor.

"I know, it's not your fault, you did all you could," I whispered back to him.

"No, I didn't. I should have fought more, I should have demanded that you were not banished!" Newt shouted, slamming his fist into the wall, causing me to jump.

I slowly moved closer to him, wanting to comfort him at least slightly. My head lowered to rest on his shoulder as Newt found my hand in the darkness.

"I'm sorry for dragging you into this," I mumbled.

Newt shook his head. "Don't be, I'd rather die now from banishment then to die of starvation in a few weeks."

My eyes stung with tears as I tried to hold back a pathetic sob. What was the point of crying? It would solve nothing. I've been through all of this just to end up killing myself and my boyfriend. Great.

When I didn't reply, Newt shuffled around until we were facing each other. He slowly reached out his hand and brushed a strand of hair being my ear, his touch lingering on my skin. I leaned forward to escape in to a hug, to drown out the bad things, as Newt held me. He rocked me back and forth gently, whispering soothing things in to my ear.

"Libellus..." He whispered my name.

"Newt."

"I don't mean to alarm you, but it's time."

I sat up quickly and glanced through the bars separating us from the outside world. Newt was right, of course, the sky was getting darker and all noise from the glade had quietened down. My face turned back to Newt, and I nodded. It was time to die.