The Bloody Walls

Forgivness

ONE LAST WARNING: You will not be happy with me.

No one noticed Newt's strange behavior. He would stay quiet and would try to avoid Thomas and Minho.

Time seemed to speed up in the Glade. Nothing excited Newt the way it excited the rest of the Glade. Yes, Thomas became a Runner, Alby healed, the girl earned the name of Teresa, and Gally went missing. But nothing worthwhile to Newt. And, before you knew it- Thomas, the bloody hero, found a way to escape.
But what if Newt didn't want to leave?
He was able to call this place home, and who knows what's out there?

All of the surviving Gladers huddled around the maze doors. It was now or never. Thomas shot Newt a glance right before he disappeared into the maze.
The rest followed, most scared out of their minds for they have never entered the maze.
Newt, however, wasn't affected by the horrid memories. He found peace with it, and after all, the maze wasn't what he was mad at.
They were attacked by Grievers, yes, but no one Newt was ever close with died in the battle.
Thomas and Minho lead the group to the Griever Hole, the place to escape.
And of course, the Hole was being protected by Grievers.
Newt saw this moment as an opportunity. He could run into the Grievers, making a bold sacrifice. Thomas, Minho, Alby- all of the Gladers won't be able to stop Newt from death this time.
And maybe- after this- he could be named a hero, like Thomas and the rest of them.
But someone beat him to it. A body hurled into the Grievers. Screams of terror echoed against the walls.
It was Alby.
"ALBY!" Newt screamed. He raced toward the pile of Grievers devouring his best friend.
Minho stuck his arm out, not allowing Newt to pass.
"We can't let his sacrifice go to waste!"
Newt felt grief and anger well-up in him at the same time.
But he contained his emotions.
He nodded and proceeded with the group.

After what seemed like an eternity of battle, they finally made it through the Griever Hole.
The Gladers were transported into a room- empty except for them. Windows along the walls allowed the Gladers to see a group of people. Most of them were in computers, gave the survivors and occasional glance. But there was this one woman who stayed by the window, staring at them.
After a while of just staring the woman opened entered the room, along with a boy.
This boy's face was hidden under a hood.
Newt noticed the knife in the boy's hand. Thomas must've known because he pushed Chuck behind him, shielding him from the knife.
The boy began to aim his knife at Thomas, before removing his hood.
Gally.
No one was truly shocked at this reveal, there was always something off about Gally.
The woman simply nodded and Gally let the knife go hurling.
Except it didn't hit Thomas.
Newt collapsed to the floor on impact. Red began to stain his clothing. Minho was the first one on him.
"Newt! C'mon man!"
Minho turned to see Thomas on top of Gally, throwing punches.
The rest of the Gladers stood back, giving Minho and Newt space.
Newt gripped onto Minho's shirt.
"I'm sorry," Newt tried to say.
"Shh. Newt. Don't talk," Minho grabbed onto his hand, squeezing it for reinsurance.
Thomas ran over to them, leaving a bloody Gally on the floor.
Thomas whispered, "Newt. Newt, you're going to be okay."
Newt simply shook his head, "No. I'm not."
"Yes you are!" Minho said, sounding almost like a demand.
Newt whispered, barely audible, "It's for the best. Thanks for being my friends."
As Newt drifted off, he swore he forgave them.