The Maze Runner | Newt x male reader

Chapter 4.

Someone shook Thomas awake. His eyes snapped open to see a too-close face staring down at him, everything around them still shadowed by the darkness of early morning. He opened his mouth to speak but a cold hand clamped down on it, gripping it shut. Panic flared until he saw who it was.

"Shh, Greenie. Don't wanna be wakin' Chuckie, now, do we?"
It was Newt—the guy seemed to be a second in command; the air reeked of his morning breath. A couple feet away, stood (M/n)—He still looked groggy as he looked out at the darkened Glade. He nodded at Thomas, saying a silent 'hey'.

Though Thomas was surprised, any alarm melted away immediately. He couldn't help being curious, wondering what these boys wanted with him. Thomas nodded, doing his best to say yes with his eyes, until Newt took his hand away, then leaned back on his heels.

"Come on, Greenie," the tall boy whispered as he stood. He reached down and helped Thomas to his feet—he was so strong it felt he could rip Thomas's arm off. "Supposed to show ya somethin' before the wake-up."
Any lingering haze of sleep had already vanished from Thomas's mind. "Okay," he said simply, ready to follow. He knew he should hold some suspicion, having no reason to trust anyone yet, but the curiosity won out. He quickly leaned over and slipped on his shoes. "Where are we going?"
"Just follow us. And stay close."

They snuck their way through the tightly strewn pack of sleeping bodies, Thomas almost tripping several times. He stepped on someone's hand, earning a sharp cry of pain in return, then a punch on the calf.
"Sorry," he whispered, ignoring a dirty look from (M/n) and Newt.

Once they left the lawn area and stepped onto the hard gray stone of the courtyard floor, Newt and (M/n) broke into a run, heading for the western wall. Thomas hesitated at first, wondering why he needed to run, but snapped out of it quickly and followed at the same pace.
The light was dim, but any obstructions loomed as darker shadows and he was able to make his way quickly along. He stopped when the other two did, right next to the massive wall towering above them like a skyscraper—another random image that floated in the murky pool of his memory wipe. Thomas noticed small red lights flashing here and there along the wall's face, moving about, stopping, turning off and on.

"What are those?" he whispered as loudly as he dared, wondering if his voice sounded as shaky as he felt. The twinkling red glow of the lights held an undercurrent of warning.

(M/n) and Newt stood just a couple feet in front of the thick curtain of Ivy on the wall.
"When you bloody need to know, you'll know, Greenie."
"Well, it's kind of stupid to send me to a place where nothing makes sense and not answer my questions." Thomas paused, surprised at himself. "Shank," he added, throwing all the sarcasm he could into the syllable.

The two others broke out in a laugh, but quickly cut it off. "I like you, Greenie. Now shut it and let us show ya somethin'."
Newt stepped forward and dug his hands into the thick Ivy, spreading several vines away from the wall to reveal a dust-frosted window, a square about two feet wide. It was dark at the moment, as if it had been painted black.

"What're we looking for?" Thomas whispered.
"Hold your undies, boy. One'll be coming along soon enough." (M/n) replied.

A minute passed, then two. Several more.
Thomas fidgeted with his feet, wondering how Newt and (M/n) could stand there, perfectly patient and still, staring into nothing but darkness.

Then it changed.

Glimmers if an eerie light shone through the windows; it cast a wavering spectrum of colors on (M/c) and Newt's body's and faces, as if they stood next to a lighted swimming pool. Thomas grew perfectly still, squinting, trying to make out what was on the other side. A thick lump grew in his throat.