Newt x Y/n - Maze Runner

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Y/n POV:
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I stepped out of my hut, by now it was pitch black and everyone was in bed. As I listened, I could hear Clint snoring with the others and in the trees next to my hut small scuttles rung into my ears. I looked around and caught sight of a tiny red dot, the dark outline of a beetle blade ran up the trunk of the tree and hid in the branches.

I rubbed my tear covered face and walked towards the tree, looking closer at the leaves. I sighed to myself and walked into the forest.

After 5 minuets, I reached the back of the forest. The Deadheads. The small graveyard littered with bones and branches and surrounded by dead trees. It was eerie and cold back there but somehow calming. I walked to the back of the area and ran my hand along the stone wall, letting my nails lightly scratched the concrete before sitting with my back lent against its cold surface.

I pressed my knees to my chest and hugged them as my head fell back and stayed staring at the sky. It was dark, almost black outside and the only thing lighting it up was the moon and stars, they glistened down into the small glade.

My mind wandered, thinking of the maze, what could be outside it if there even was anything and what would happen if we could get out. Are people we don't even know exist looking at the same moon?

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, letting it fall either side of my face, hiding me from the dead area around me.

Slowly my eyes became heavy and closed, the light movement of a beetle blade being the only noise I could hear as my arms fell to the ground and I fell asleep.

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Third person POV:
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Four of the forty boys stirred awake, rubbing their half closed eyes and one by one getting up, changed and to work. Minho and Thomas quickly exited to wait at the maze doors, scanning the glade that glowed with the rising sun. Alby was up soon after, making his way around the glade and towards homestead. The last was Newt, his hair was messy and fluffy, eyes dropping with tiredness and back slumped slightly.

Newt slowly made his way through the tall grass and around the remains of the camp fire to the small hut in the far corner of the glade. He rubbed his clear blue eyes and trudged towards the thin wooden door. His hand pressed against the wood and it gently scraped the floor as it opened and he poked his head inside.

Newts eyes widened, his mouth hung open and he franticly pushed open the door, rushing inside. "Y/n?!" he called into the empty room.

Newt ran outside, his eyes covering every visible corner of the glade before they settled on the maze doors. Stood outside them was Minho and Thomas who spoke with a smile on each of their faces.

He ran over as fast as he could, his limp slowing him down significantly, "Have you seen Y/n?" he spoke fast, looking everywhere he could.

"What do you mean? Is she ok? Oh god where has that shank run off to." Thomas took a step towards the blonde, his eye brows furrowing and arms reaching out to his friend.

Minho ran a few steps away from them and looked around the empty glade when he stopped and sighed, "Give me a minuet." he mumbled, quickly starting a jog that turned into a sprint.

Minho had his sight set on the dense forest at the back of the glade. It was dark and silent, the only noise was interrupted by Minho's breathing and fast steps as he stormed through the muddy area. The boy stayed as silent as he could, slowing to a walk as he reached the back of it. He poked out of the bushes, looking around the deadheads before seeing Y/n, her head hung between her knees and arms flopped to her side.

He stepped towards her, scanning the bone covered ground around them before growing steadily closer to the small h/c. Minho crouched down beside her, her eyes were closed and hair covering half her face. Y/n's back pressed against the cold stone wall as her white hoodie crumpled below her waist.

A small smile came to Minho's lips. He reached out to her and tapped her shoulder gently, poking her slowly awake. Her eyes flickered open and her head raised from it's position as her back cracked into place.

"Minho?" her voice was quiet and high in her confusion.

He smiled at her and nodded, "Why you out here huh? Newt's looking for you." he pressed a hand on her shoulder and moved a few strands of hair that dangled in front of her face.

Her eyes widened and she shot up, losing any tiredness she had before. "Is he?! Oh god - no, no he's going to kill me." she scrambled to her feet and went to run towards the glade but Minho wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her back.

"Calm down shank!" he giggled, "No one is mad, no one is angry and no one knows. Newt's just a little worried after what happened yesterday. And he wants you to rest." He watched her carefully as her features calmed and she slumped in his grip. "You want to go out?"

Minho received a nod and he released her from his forced hug. They both made their way towards the glade, Y/n squeezing her nails into her palms slightly.