Paradise - Game of Thrones • The Maze Runner

{ The Last Trial }

A/N: Hello! To brief you, this is a prologue. I know it is kind of long and descriptive but unless you have read/watched Game of Thrones/The Maze Runner or both, here is where you'll have to understand some things before reading Chapter One. Hope you'll enjoy, happy reading!

☁ Prologue ☁

"Please, Tommy. Please. " Newt pleaded to Thomas.

His eyes were teary and he could not bear to look at his best friend any longer. Thomas's hands shook as he lifted the gun which was in his hand, placing his index finger on to the trigger. His mouth was open, he was counting his breaths. He could not do it, but he must. Newt trusted Thomas with his note. Newt trusted Thomas the most.

Newt closed his eyes, to signify that he was ready. Ready to die. The monster which was calm before was starting to become restless, it declared to go insane. He tried to bear with it, forced it to relax before it would unleash itself once more. Newt was trying to buy time so that Tommy could do it. Kill him. Newt wanted to save his only family of remembrance, his shucking Glader family.

After all, wasn't that what he wanted since the Maze? He had suffered enough with WICKED's tricks and trials, he was tired after the Scorch, and now... this? What the bloody hell.

Not long after, Newt had heard the pull of the trigger and the bang. Everyone heard it; Thomas, Brenda, the guards, the Cranks that were surrounding them, Newt himself... everyone that was present in the Crank Palace. Newt opened his eyes at the very last minute, the silver bullet that was once in the gun was then whizzing through the air at a breakneck speed, colliding to his forehead which made him fell to the ground backwards.

Newt had hit the ground with a loud thump.

Sticky blood came oozing out of his forehead with a metallic bullet stuck in it. Newt's pulse had slowed down and he could not move nor flex any of his muscles. He could not even blink. A dull ache was spreading from his head to his chest, the blood now had covered his face and went flowing down to his blonde hair . He could hear no more, and yet he was calm.

That was it. He was going to see his beloved friends now: Alby, Chuck, Jeff, Winston, Ben... that was it.

The monster inside Newt had been killed, deceased. And then his eyes were open, he was gone. His soul had left the crucial world.

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"Newt," a familiar voice popped up.

Newt managed to open his eyes slowly. Everything was a blur, he could only see somewhat a black figure. His ears rang a constant and annoying buzzing sound and his senses of feeling are nothing; he felt nothing, but there is something. He could hear everything, there was even the sound of someone breathing, but Newt could not comprehend any of it. Newt blinked several times then squinted, trying to get a better and clearer image.

Was he still alive? Or was he dead? Or was this just a dream? Newt didn't know. No, he could not be alive, he had told Thomas to bloody kill him and he did. Funny, how Newt could remember his last moments and not everything else before that. He only remembered a thing or two when he was in the berg, like how the Cranks had forced him to get out to follow them to the Crank palace and how Thomas had shot a few Cranks with his pistol. The elusive thought he had had moments before.

"Newt," the voice repeated itself.

Newt tried to rise up butafter many attempts, he decided to lay on whatever he was lying on. His body felt numb but he could move his fingers a little, causing him to feel something rough. It was the netting of a hammock, he had figured out, probably because he spent too much time in the Maze. Bloody hell, he wasn't back at the shucking Maze again, was he? He squinted his eyes once more and his vision became clear. On his left, looking down upon him, was Alby. On his right was the famous most-wanted Medjack he had known, Jeff.