The Maze Runner [Newt x reader]

8

I went to the Map Room to study the maps. I must have missed something; why can't we figure this out? There must be a way out of the Maze. We can't all be trapped here, can we? But why would the people who put us here do that? 'The Creators,' Minho called them. Why would The Creators put us here is this Maze if there wasn't a way out? For fun, for entertainment? Are we just little lab rats who do whatever crazy shit they want us to do? No, we must be missing something. Anything. Anything. We just have to keep trying. I know that I won't give up. I hope no one else will, either. We aren't just some people these Creators can experiment on; we're Gladers, and we're gonna find a way out of this fucking Maze, even if it costs lives.
I sighed it defeat after staring at the maps for about 10 minutes. I shook my head and ran my fingers through my sweat stained hair. It stuck to my forehead a little bit. I groaned a little and trudged out of the Map Room, my eyes exhausted from intensely inspecting the maps.
'There has to be a way out. We are gonna find these people who put us here and make them pay.' I thought.
'They're probably cowering behind the Maze walls, watching us or some shit like that.'
I made my way over through the garden, walking towards the woods.

"Where ya goin' ?" I heard a voice call from behind me.
I turned around and saw Newt leaning against a shovel for support, one hand on his hip.

"Nowhere." I replied.

"Likely." He said, running his fingers through his slightly sweaty blond hair. He put his hand back on his hip and smirked.

'Damn, he's cute.' I thought. "Shut up." I said with a sarcastic smile.

I started back towards the woods and heard him say softly, "Goodbye, love." It was barely audible but it was there. I blushed and continued walking.

"Damn." I said.

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I waited for Minho to show up, as it was getting slightly chilly surrounded by the thick trees. There was only a slight breeze and little patches of light shot down from above, squirming its way through the thickets roof of green. I rubbed my hands together.
I listened but I couldn't hear any birds singing, or any in general. I haven't see any birds since I arrived in the Glade. Maybe there are none. That's okay, though. I didn't really want to wake up to the loud sound of the birds chirping. Some people find it calm, although, I find it very irritating.
'Just like Gally.' I thought, a smirk appearing on my face. I laughed under my breath.
I kicked a twig and it flew a couple feet, then landed on the ground with a soft thunk. I heard a branch snap behind me and the light sounds of feet on the grass. I turned around and saw Minho walking towards me, Frypan, Winston, and another guy a didn't recognize following.

"This good y/n?" He asked me.

I nodded.

"Let's go, then." He motioned for me to follow and I did, trailing behind him.

We walked to the Maze, doors wide open like a mouth waiting until we are deep enough inside, then closing its jaw, locking us in. I pushed the thought away; I'm not getting stuck out there again. Minho shoved a harness into my hands and I put it on with little struggle. He handed me a small blade and I put it in the pocket of the vest. Then we were off. This way, that way, left, right, long corridor, until we came upon the disgusting slimy mess. We approached it slowly, everyone weary. We all gathered in front of the used-to-be Griever and I shivered, even though there was no more breeze.

"Hey, there's something in there." The boy who I didn't know his name said.

"You mean besides a Griever pancake?" Frypan asked the nameless kid.

I took a step forward to try and see what Frypan was talking about. I could hear a faint whirr-click whirrrrr click click. Then again, whirr-click whirrrrr click click. Minho must have heard it too because he stepped forward more than me, listening closely. Minho looked at me and steadied his feet. His hand hovered above the Grievers leg, cautiously. Then, he shoved his arm into the Grievers gushy blubber body, and gross squishy sounds flooded the air. The Grievers leg twitched slightly and Winston let out a yelp. It startled Minho a little, but he continued searching with his hand. He groaned.

"I thought you said it was dead?!" The Nameless boy said.

"You hope." Winston responded.

"It's okay guys, let's try and pull it out." I said.

Minho let go of the dead Griever and helped pulling it out of the walls. Everyone groaned and grunted as we yanked on the monsters body, determined. Finally, the body gave way and fell from in between the walls, onto the ground in front of us.

"Damn." Frypan said.

"Now that's one dead Griever." Minho said as he walked over to it again, panting. He picked up a large intestine and the whirring grew more audible. Minho shoved his hand into the Grievers intestine and started tossing bits of it to the ground, wanting only the whirring device. The last of the organ slumped to the ground and Minho held in his hands a small metal cylinder. It hand 8 long skinny spikes sticking out one side, and about 3 ten inch wires sticking out the other. I walked closer and saw the letters WICKED on it along with the numbers 9,8,4,3,0,2,1. It had a little red flashy button the size of a raisin and the number 7 in a big bright red font.

"Interesting." Minho mumbled.

"Okay, whatever it is, can we take this up back at the Glade? I don't wanna meet this guys friends." Frypan said.

Minho looked at me, then back at the others. "He's right. It's getting late. Come on."

Minho started to jog back to the maze while the boys scrambled behind him to catch up. I took one last look at the dissected Griever and ran to catch up with everybody.