Werewolf in the glade

Chapter 1: The wake up.

Hello there, this story is about Newt, from maze runner, he's my favourite and his story ended terribly. But, I'm here to completely change it. It's a Newtmas story (obviously). This story has werewolf/s in it and it's taken after the teen wolf show(it's recommended and amazing). The characters aren't owned by me, but James Dashner. Lastly, the story is from the movie and the book, so it has book moments/features in it, movie moments/features in it and a bit of my own parts. Hope you like!

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(Third person)

A young boy (about 16-17 years old) lay in his hammock among all the rest. His golden,blonde locks hung loosely over his hidden eyes. The sun shone through the cracks of the canopy made up of sticks and it's gaze fell upon the boys face.

His eyes flutter open. The boy groans and stretches his skinny, but muscled arms over his head, sitting up. He swings his legs around and blinks back sleep, he yawns.

Now that his hair was out of the way, you could see his face fully.

He had warm, hazel eyes, that were full of mystery and made you instantly intrigued. He had glossy, pink lips, which were sparkling in the sunlight. He has freckles dusted lightly across his pale cheeks and over his small, pointed nose.

His name is Newt.

And this is how his story went.

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(Newt's POV)

I was awoken by the sun hitting my face. I groan and stretch my arms, sitting up. I swing my legs around and blink back the darkness of sleep. A yawn escaped my lips. I stand up of my hammock, which was on the border of all the other hammocks with sleeping gladers on them. (Gladers are people of the glade, my home for the past three years.

"Hey Newt!"

A tall, black-skinned boy called to me. He had very little hair, a pointed nose and chocolate eyes. He was my best friend here and the first-in-command. His name is Alby.

"Yea? I don't get a hello in the mornin'?"

"Oi! Don't go talkin' that shuck to me, youngens will think it's okay to do that."

"Yea, yea. Whatever you say your majesty."

I bow sarcastically. He rolls his eyes at my antics.

"Jus' go wake up the others, why don't ya?"

"Sure, I'll bloody wake 'em up."

"Thanks shank."

"And your bloody welcome."

He turns and walks away to whatever he was doing before. I sigh. It's the same routine for the past three shucking years.

" 'Aye wake up shanks!"

I shout. Earning a series of ground of protest.

"Newt?"

I jump. 'Where the hell did he come from?!'

"Oh sorry, I just..."

"Get on with it, don't got all day Chucky."

This is chuck. He's the youngest of the glade at thirteen years old. He's got short, curly hair and brown eyes. They show much interest to the littlest of things and it makes you realise how old he actually is. He has quite a lot of fat on his body too.

"Oh yea. Um, so... is there gonna be a new greenie today? 'Cause apparently it happens every month, and I wanna know if I'll be promoted. An-"

I cut him off. He always gets a bit carried away when talking.

"Hey! Chuck, one question at a time!"

"Oh, um... sorry."

He looks down sheepishly.

"It's okay. And yes, there will be a new greenie today."

"That's shucking great! I'm tired of being the greenie."

"Yea..."

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This is it for today. Next chapter Thomas arrives and it's an emotional rollercoaster for newt. I hope you enjoy, see you next time.

Word count: 618