T R U S T [The Maze Runner || Newt || Book 2]

Chapter 1

Newt POV

"What the hell was that about?" Minho asked, looking at Thomas as they got shoved back into their room by some guards.

"You didn't really think they were gonna let you through?" Newt added,

"No, of course I didn't." Thomas breathed, pulling a small key card out of his pocket. One that he'd stolen from the guard he'd fought with. Newt sighed in defeat, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Newt, they're hiding something. Okay? These people are not who they say they are-"

"No, Thomas, you don't know that!" Newt cut him off, growing irritated at his curiousity, "The only thing that we do know is that they helped rescue us from Wicked. They gave us new clothes, they gave us food, they gave us a proper bed. Some of us haven't had that in a long time."

"Yeah, but-"

"Some of us a lot longer than others."

Suddenly a loud scraping noise sounded through the room, and Newt noticed the grate of the vent sliding across the floor behind Thomas, and the same boy – Aris – from the cafeteria crawled out after it.

"Hey Thomas." He said, looking around at all the others in the room as a chorus of questions echoed from the Gladers.

"What the hell?"

"Who is this kid?"

"You got it, didn't you?" Aris asked, still lying on the floor

"Yeah. Yeah, let's go." Thomas responded, tucking the key card back into his pocket.

"Alright look maybe you guys are right. Maybe I'm just being paranoid. But I gotta find out for sure. Just cover for me, I'll be back as soon as I can." He said before sliding into the vent behind the other boy.

Newt scoffed, standing straight up again. Walking over to one of the beds in the far corner he sat down on it, placing his head in his hands and violently rubbing his eyes, hoping that by some miracle he was just imagining all of it. It felt like every time something good happened in his life it was immediately followed by something horrible, like nothing happy ever lasted. They were supposed to be free from Wicked, they were supposed to be safe. The thought of Clara crossed his mind again, tugging at his heart and causing a wave of grief to wash over his body as images of her flashed in his head.

Suddenly he felt someone sit on the bed beside him and he lifted his head out of his hands to greet his company. Frypan was looking back at him, a sad smile on his face.

"You alright?" He asked,

"Not really. I know Tommy's just looking out for us but sometimes I wish he'd just accept what we've got. I haven't had a warm shower since... well since ever, really. At least not that I can remember."

"But what if he's right? And we're in real danger?"

"That's what I'm afraid of." Newt said, chuckling dryly before looking down at his hands again. "What about you? You doing alright?"

"I – " Frypan hesitated slightly before answering, "I miss her, man. A lot."

"I know, mate. I miss her too."

Newt looked at his friend, gently patting him on the back and giving him a soft smile before standing up again. He began pacing the room, his anxiety growing with every step, what if Thomas was right? It felt like time was passing far slower than usual as he walked up and down the length of the small room, hands on his hips, his mind running at top speed when suddenly a crash came from under Thomas's bed. The vent door flew out and Thomas scrambled out behind it,