Running in Circles || the maze runner

Chapter 2

[ a.n ] Hey guys, it's been awhile. Sorry about that but my minds been in other places this past year. I know that's not exactly a viable excuse but I hope you can forgive me. This chapter has been delayed for many months and I can't say when the next one will be updated but in any case I hope you enjoy this :) please comment what you think and vote if you like this chapter :)

Thank you so much for the support and even taking your time to read my stories. It means a lot to me guys xx

~ darkness_reigns_

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'Live life like you're giving up, cuz' you act like you are,' ~ Ed Sheeran

[ newt ]

Newt watched from afar as a few of the Gladers struggled with the new Greenie. His eyes, never once leaving... her..

Her.. A girl. In the Glade?

Newt could scarcely believe what was right in front of him. He had denied what he was seeing when he first saw her emerge from the box and it was only when he had no choice but to pin her down did he finally come to terms with it.

There was a girl in the Glade.

"What the shuck?" He whispered to himself, shaking his head with a sigh.

He'd seen a lot of things, experienced hell in this bloody maze, but now this? An unsettling feeling twisted inside Newt's gut and by the looks of it, he wasn't the only one. Angst, it clung to the Glade like a shadow. The Gladers, who had no intention of continuing with their jobs, murmured amongst themselves. Eyes, all tailing the girl with suspicious, greedy eyes.

Newt cringed. The thoughts going through his fellow Gladers heads right now.. he didn't wish to even think about it.

What were the creators thinking? Sending a girl up here?

Newt shook his head. Averting his eyes away from the girl and grabbed the hoe by his side, getting back to his work. He had no time for pointless guessing games. There was work to be done and things that needn't be his concern.

Why should he bother worrying about the girl?

"Hey, Newt."

Newt paused in his work at the sound of his friends voice. Inhaling a short intake of breath he prepared himself for his friend to, most likely, tell him something he wouldn't like.

"Alright Alby?" Newt leaned against his gardening tool, a forced, but convincing smile spreading across his lips.

The Leader, his closest friend, bought the fake grin plastered on Newt's face, as he had done for the past year. Like all others. Everyone had bought Newt's fake smile. They had for so long now, he'd lost count.

"We have a problem," Alby sighed, his face plastered with a grim expression. One that Newt's friend had been wearing ever since he brought it upon himself to become leader of the Gladers.

Newt nodded his head, eyes casting towards the Slammer where the girl was yelling curses from behind the bars.

"You're telling me." Newt chewed on the inside of his cheek. He didn't like the feeling of discomfort that spread through him at the sound of the new Greenie's distress.

"Is she alright? I didn't hurt her before did I, why is she screaming like that?" Newt asked questions yet gave Alby no time to answer. All the while keeping his eyes on the girl in the pits.

Apparently Newt's disturbed feeling lingered a little too long on the new girl. From beside him is friend cleared his throat, taking Newt's attention from the screaming girl back to him.