Mistake || The Maze Runner || Y/n x Newt

1 Start

(I do not own any of the characters featured in the book or movie or the story I only own Y/n and her story line and stuff.
Credit goes to James Dashner and the actors.)

(If anyone has ideas or things they would want to happen in the story feel free to comment.)

I have been in the Maze for 3 years, and I was the first. Only 13 years old when I was sent up.

Y/n POV Past

A rattling noise filled my ears followed by a throbbing pain in my head. I was laying on something cold. My fingers dragged across the floor. They found many even holes. Finally my eyes fluttered open but only darkness met me. My eyes quickly adjusted. I looked around myself, I was in a Box. There were some crates and bags inside with me. I could feel that I was going up. I couldn't tell how fast it was moving, but it never decreased or increased speed.
I had no wait to tell the time but I had to be there for at least over an hour with no sign of slowing down. I lay back on the ground helping the pain in it slightly as I searched my thoughts for answers, any thing that could help.
I came up with nothing, not just with no explanation to why I was here, but I remembered nothing nothing before now, before this dark, shaking, creaking Box. Well I did remember my name, (Y/n). I let tears roll down my cheeks.

My head slammed hard against the floor. I was left in silence, the Box had stopped.
I squint as a bright light grew above me. I hooked my fingers through the metal as I pull myself up. I raise my hand to shield my eyes as I look up, soon I recognized it as a clear blue sky.

Panic and fear fell over me as I had the realization that something could be up there. I push myself away from the wall and stumble with the first step but soon become stable. I pry open the first crate, it was full of seeds and some food the next crate was pretty much the same. But the next one I went to I had more luck inside there were a couple daggers knives. I grabbed a dagger and looked up.
There was still the top of the Box.
I look around and stack some of the crates so I could reach the top.
It wasn't heavy but it was just difficult from where I was. I pushed I was easily able to get it open, a bit. With one hand keeping it open, I reached down pulling off one of my runners I had on. I use it as a wedge, to keep it open as a climb back down to get something else.
Eventually, I successfully got out of the Box

I was met by a beautiful Glade, the grass was lush and green, in a corner there was a forest. Another corner there was a barn and another one had a building. But the thing that was most out of place was that on every side there was a wall.

I returned my shoe to my foot before I walked towards the barn.

As I continued my search, the fear of finding someone turned to the fear of not finding someone.
I found out this whole place was surrounded by four giant walls. Each wall had a large door that reached all the way to the top right in the centre of it.
The sky slowly got dark, and I was completely alone. First there was a rumbling I scared that something bad was going to happen. I looked towards the door, closest to me, and saw it was closing, slowly closing.
It amazes me, how could something of that size move and yet it was. The night was far worse than the day. I could hear scraping and scratching over the walls, something was on the other side, wanting to get me. The sounds shook me. For the night I climbed back into the Box I arrived in. That night I didn't get a wink of sleep.

The first couple days I was scared, I wanted to go back, I didn't even know where or what back was but I didn't want to be here. I thought that maybe I was sent here by mistake and someone will come and get me. But as the days stretched on into weeks it became clear no one was coming.
I carefully started exploring the Glade. I found a concrete shower room. Animals were inside the pen's.
I also figured out that the doors opened every day same time at first light and shut every night just as the sun was going down.
I pulled all the supplies that came up with me out of the Box.
Once it was completely empty the Box left.

Weeks had gone by I took a liking to the forest I enjoyed the sound of the trees. I would wander through the Maze sometime remembering my path so I wouldn't get lost.

The doors had just shut for the night. I climbed up into my favourite tree and drifted off to sleep sinking into dreams.

I was laying in a lab a gun to my head. Two people were arguing but in the back of the room stood a brown haired boy and a black haired girl about the same age as me.

    "She was able to free 15. Did you get any of them back?" A woman asked clearly stressed.

    "No, all were lost."

    "Can I shoot her?" Said the man holding the gun.

    "No. She's still usefully. Throw her in the Maze that is for group A."

   "But group A is only for the boys."

    "Exactly."

I shot up out of the dream finding myself still in the Glade. It didn't feel quite like a dream more like a memory but it made no sense.

I was busy in thought till I noticed a loud alarm filling the air. Quickly I climbed down from my tree and ran to the clearing towards the Box.

I pulled the metal doors open the the doors to the Box. There was supplies but what caught my attention was the boy shaking in the corner, he looked to be a few years old than I was.

He was scared but got more comfortable at the sight of me. His name was Alby.

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Just like clock work, every month a new boy came up, but for the first couple months two or three boys came up a day all separately, until there were around 20-30.
We tried to find any way to escape but but it became clear that the Maze happened to be our only way out.

We started to get organized, Minho became a Keeper, he was in charge of the Runners and was one of the toughest boys. On top of that he was a great friend. But one of my favourites in the Glade was a tall boy with blonde hair named, Newt, same age as me. We became fast friends.

Newt, I remember when he came out of the Box. He was terrified of everything, stayed huddled up in a tight ball in the corner of the Box for his first day.
I was the one that was able to get him out. He was frightened, more than most I could see it in his eyes.

And oddly life in this place was actually good, but of course nothing good ever stays undisturbed. It was a normal day a boy named Zart got sent up, we didn't know that after him every month we would only get one boy and supplies not multiple. George and Alby welcomed the boy and everything seemed well.
That day was the first time someone got stung by a Griever.