The Maze Runner - Newt

Greenie

*WARNING* Change of POVS in this chapter.

ONE YEAR LATER:

Maeve:

It's been a year.

A year since I lost my memories, since I showed up here as the first female glader.

The night after my bonfire, Alby took me to carve my name into the stone wall. It resided in the middle of all the other names.

Some of the names were crossed out, and I had a feeling that these were the names of the boys who were killed. Innocent boys who were shoved here by the creators for a reason that is yet to be known.

Some things have changed, my hair grew a little longer, I however stayed the same height while the rest grew a little taller so now I had to endure Minho and Ashton's torture every day for me being shorter than them.

They're acting as if I'm a dwarf.

I also became a backup runner. Shocker right?

It was unexpected. Everet, one of the runners, was stung. He went crazy, attacking everyone one sight. Somehow I was able to catch up with him and tackle him to the ground.

He was muttering and I managed to catch his words. Luckily, he wasn't too far in the changing so we managed to save him with our last dose of serum.

For some reason, the creators never sent any more serum since that day.

Apparently what happened that day made Alby decide that I was fit to try out for a runner. Fast and good memory. The two most important qualifications to become a runner.

That caused some arguments, especially from Newt who didn't want me to step foot into the maze.

I honestly didn't want to become a full-time runner so we eventually agreed that I would become a backup runner. If one of the runners was stung or injured, I would take their place for that day.

I've run the maze a total of 7 times. Most of the time it was with Minho and that made us closer.

I've managed to become close with some of the gladers, more so Newt. He became my best friend, and I've gotten quite protective of him particularly after he told me the story behind his limp that I Had noticed but didn't want to comment on. 

My issue was that as days passed I realized that I was attracted to Newt in a way I couldn't understand. And I knew I couldn't talk about those feelings with any of the boys. 

Every month I dreamt of another girl coming up, yet every single time it would be another fifteen to seventeen-year-old boy. That is until last month. His name is Chuck. Poor guy is like twelve, I couldn't help but feel horrified when I saw him.

Were the creators that heartless to send a fucking child to this death trap?

He was the light of this place. Always cheerful and was constantly pulling pranks on all of us.

One time, he braided grass into Minho's hair. I don't how the fuck he did it but I felt proud of him as I watched Minho wail about how his hair was now ruined.

Speak of the devil, Chuck came running in my direction as I finished cleaning up the kitchen.

"MAEVE." His breath came out short as he leaned across the table, "The new greenie is almost here."

"I know that Chuck, my ears are about to burst from the greenie alarm." I deadpanned

"Well, aren't you gonna come see who it is?"