Isaac Newton (Sequel to Rings)

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A/N: Sorry for the wait guys!!!! It has been so long but I am in college now! I remember first starting my Newt x Reader SOOOO long ago. I must've been in late middle school, early high school? I don't know. I've been gone for so long haha. If y'all haven't checked that out, my Newt x Reader series is a 3 part series following the plots of the three Maze Runner movies and I plan to publish the last couple chapters of the third book very soon! xxx

My mind was swimming as I looked up at the face above me. The fluffy blonde hair and dark brown eyes looking down at me. I could see his lips moving, but I couldn't hear anything. Everything was muffled as I returned to consciousness.

Newt's eyes were desperate and confused as his voice finally started to become audible.

" . . . C'mon . . . to go . . ."

I felt him shaking my shoulders slightly. I groaned as I began sitting up, the pounding headache throbbing behind my ears. I looked around to see the other Gladers were there in a similar panic.  Minho had a gun pointed to a group of doctors huddled in the corner of the room. Frypan was tying gauze around their hands while someone was banging against the door from the other side.

"Wh- . . . what's going on?" I croaked, finally finding my voice. Newt pulled me out of the bed gently but still with that sense of urgency.

"No time to explain, we have to get out of here."

I looked over to see Thomas had woken up Teresa, who seemed just as confused as I was. I recognized a face through the window of the door - Janson. He was yelling angrily while trying to force the door open. There was a metal table blocking the door shut. I jumped when I heard a large thud from the other side of the room.

I looked over and saw Thomas, holding a metal stool and looking at the window with wide, panicked eyes.

My head throbbed as something popped into my head. I saw Thomas pounding on a similar window. I also saw water . . .

I was soon back in the moment when Thomas spoke.

"Newt, help me," he urged.

Newt quickly grabbed another stool and they gave each other a brief nod before hitting the large glass window in sync. The window shattered, sending chunks of glass all over the floor on the other side. Teresa and I both grabbed our sheets from our beds as Newt and Thomas got the edges of the glass out of the windowsill. We threw our sheets over the windowsill, making a place to help prevent us from cutting ourselves.

Thomas and Newt climbed through. Thomas turned and helped Teresa through, handing her off to Newt. Newt then carried her to where there was no glass as Minho helped me through the window before Thomas helped me across the glass as Newt had done with Teresa. I appreciated the small act since we were barefoot and would have inevitably cut ourselves.

Thomas set me down and quickly took off running as Frypan and Jack crawled through the window. We ran behind Thomas, who now had the gun Minho had earlier. We approached a door way and came face to face with an armed guard. We all stopped abruptly. Thomas was frozen in shock for a moment.

"You! Stop right th -"

The guard was cut off when Thomas shot him with the gun. It sent a ball of electricity into the man's chest and left him convulsing on the floor with blue electricity flowing around his tensed up body. Nobody moved at first. Thomas looked down at the gun in his hadn't incredulously. Newt looked between Thomas, the gun, and the man with wide eyes.

I felt something else pop into my head - a vision of that very same man escorting me somewhere. I quickly pushed it out of my mind.

Finally, Thomas made the first move to keep running. Teresa looked back at me with a shocked 'can you believe this?' look before we all followed after him. I looked down at the man as we kept running. We made it to a long hallway with a large mechanical door at the end. We quickly ran to it. Thomas was swiping a card in the slot next to the door, but it kept flashing red, beeping, and showing the words 'ACCESS DENIED.'

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