Runner (The Maze Runner Fanfic)

Running The Maze

You didn't see Newt until the next morning, it seemed like he was avoiding you. You woke up early that day, after getting dressed you put Newt's bag on your shoulder. Taking the stairs two at a time, you didn't feel the wooden floor under your feet, it was like flying. Maybe it felt like that because of the mixture of the nervousness and excitement of entering the Maze for the very first time.

Everything was still dark and calm, the Gladers were still getting ready for the day ahead of them.

"I thought I was going to need to wake you up." Newt was leaning against a wall inside the Homestead biting his index finger's nail and playing with a flash light with the other hand.

He was all covered by the shadows, if he didn't spoke you wouldn't have seen him.

"Morning, Newt," you said with a smile, but the boy didn't smile back. "What are we gonna do today?"

He ignored you and turned around. You followed him out of the Homestead, to the closet on the back side of the building. You always wondered what was inside, but whenever you asked the only answer you could get from Alby was: "Runner stuff".

Newt moved the light all around the small place, looking for something. Finally it landed on a carton board box, which the boy pulled from it's storing place and you could see it was full of sports shoes.

"What size do you need?" Your friend asked as he moved the shoes around.

"Shoe size. . . ?" You ignored the annoyed look and the curse Newt gave you and you turned your shoe around to look at the small number on it's sole. "Six and a half."

"Women's, of couse. Here, put these on, they look small enough." He threw a pair at you that was tied by the laces. "I could't find any pink ones, alright?"

There was something wrong with Newt, he had been acting too rude since last time you saw him. You decided to wait until he was finished preparing you to ask him what was wrong.

He took his bag from you and handed you another which looked alike, but it was so much cleaner.

"This came yesterday in the box, I guess it is for you." He gave you the black carton board box he had in his hands, on the lid there were big white letters: "RUNNERS".

"What is it?"

"Umm. . . we use these. . . runnie undies, they keep us comfortable when we run, I guess this is the same klunk, but for girls." You opended the box, it's content was a couple of panties and a sports bra. "Is that for your. . .?" He motioned toward his own chest.

"Yeah, that's it," you smiled awkwardly, speaking about your body with the boys wasn't your favorite thing to do.

"Oh bloody. . . Good that" He giggled mischievously, pausing his awful humor, but now whatever made him act in such a nasty way came back. He put two empty water bottles on your bag. "You gotta fill them every mornin', I wouldn't like to see you running around like an idiot without any water."

Then he moved a couple boxes from the closet's floor, picked up a part of the wooden floor and jumped inside the hole he made.

"Watcha waiting for? An invitation?" He screamed from below.

There was an ugly and old ladder which you used to descend slow and carefully.

"Woah," you accidentally gasped in surprise. "I didn't know we had all this."

You looked at all the objects attached to the biggest wall in the small room: Barb Wire, spears, swords, bows and arrows.

"It's like our own little armory" Newt said as he shifted his weight on his legs, uncomfortable. "I like to think we'll use it only for protection."