𝘔𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘙𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳

𝙱𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎

Warnings: talk of attempts, dead body, chapter is split into two again

"(Y/n) saw me as me. Saw the... the emptiness inside me. Started to make me do little things that he thought would make me feel important."

Newt's eyes landed on the gun that was lying a few metres away. As if Brenda could read his thoughts, she quickly scampered after Newt. Her hand pulled the gun away from Newt, before it could even be touched. She quickly grabbed a blue vial and stuck it into Newt's neck.

The boy gasped at the cold liquid filling his body and stared up at Brenda. The girl looked destroyed. Her eyes were welled up with tears, her lip trembling. Newt simply flopped to the crowd, the serum making him pass out.

Maddie and Oliver had finally caught up to Brenda. They noticed that Newt was knocked out and (Y/n)—

"No!" Maddie screamed.

Oliver felt Maddie barge through his arms and ran. Her arms shimmied her jacket off, ripping it into strips.

"Get supplies! Minho!"

The girl shouted, her hands immediately wrapping the strips around (Y/n)'s waist. Minho brokenly stared at the lifeless body. (Y/n) had practically raised him in the Maze. He was the big brother everyone had. He gave the confidence for Minho to run the Maze. Gave him the fight in his heart.

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"(Y/n)!"

A familiar voice filled (Y/n)'s head. (Colour) eyes snapped open. Above him, bamboo was woven together with rope. Pupils squinted, bright sunlight was pouring over him.

Eyes moved over to see Jack running over to him. Why was his heart aching? His fingers pressed into a post that was above him and started to swing his hammock.

"You're finally awake! Come on!"

"Jack, let me go back to sleep..."

"(Y/n)!" The young boy whined.

"Ugh, fine. Didn't know you turned into an alarm clock."

Jack scoffed at the comment and hopped away from the sleeping quarters. With a tired groan, (Y/n) climbed out of the hammock. He breathed in the fresh air. Over the field, Gladers could be seen lining up to get food. A long wooden table could be seen, boys seating at their chosen seats.

This feels wrong.

The boy stopped halfway, taking a second to take everything. There was no wind, yet the trees were moving. He was walking in direct smoke, yet he wasn't choking on it.

Pupils moved to the crowds.

Where was Newt? Gally? Thomas, Teresa? Frypan, even. Maddie? Oliver? Brenda? Minho?

"I love you."

Oh. That's right. He was killed by his own hand.

Death. That wound feel weird coming to acceptance. He worked for more than three years to stay by Newt's side. To protect him. To show he was worth something, anything.