A Cold Glade (Newtmas)

Death and Punishment

Thomas panted as he ran behind Minho, barely being able to see his friend through the thick snow fall. The snow soaked his clothes as hail scratched his skin. He felt tired, not exhaustion from running but a different kind of tired. His legs ached and his feet felt numb. He cold, but also very warm as he stopped to lean against a wall before falling into a pile of snow.

"Thomas!" He heard Minho calling for him before he felt hands pulling him out of the snow. "Come on, we need to get back, we don't have much time." Minho began to drag him along the paths, lefts and rights, it was all blurry to Thomas.

"I'm sorry. This is my fault, I'm so sorry." Thomas mumbled as his head swam. He suddenly felt himself drop to the ground before hearing Minho run off screaming for help. He smiled, the warmth in his chest brought back memories of his sunshine. The bright smile who welcomed him to the Glade. Newt, he signed blissfully.

"Names Newt, Greenie." The tall boy extended his arm and Thomas took it, shaking it. He seemed a lot nicer than Alby, Thomas thought. His accent sounded lovely and made Thomas's heart melt a little. Wait what?

"I'm Thomas." He replied, his name was the only thing he knew. The only thing that belonged to him. He had nothing else, no family or friends. Not even memories. He shook his head, and looked around the Glade curiously. "Where are we? Is this a prison?"

"I'm not sure. We don't know why we are here, we just are. The creators sent all of us up." Newt rested his hand on Thomas's shoulder as he led him around. "We call this the Glade, our little home. There are different Keepers and different jobs. We will go over those later."

"Wait, Keepers? Jobs? I just want out of here." Thomas was more than confused, he was curious and wanted to find his way out.

"Yes, we will go over them all later, Greenie." Newt sighed, rubbing his forehead in annoyance.

"Don't call me that, I have a name." Thomas snapped before Newt started to laugh.

"Alright you shank, let's go introduce you to Chuck and then get some dinner. Does that sound good, Tommy?" Newt smiled and Thomas swore it was as bright and warm as the sun. He nodded as he followed Newt to a strange wood building. This place already felt like home.

Thomas smiled at the memory as tears fell from his eyes, freezing to his cheeks. He couldn't move, he didn't feel cold anymore. He only felt warm as darkness threatened to take over him.

"Tommy! Tommy!" He heard the others running towards him and that warm beautiful accent before letting sleep consume him.

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Newt sat with Alby and the other Keepers, furthest from the fire but still huddled by candles. He listened to the others chat as others played games to pass the time. But all he could think about was Thomas. His Tommy. He wanted to desperately go and search for him, even if it meant getting trapped in the maze. He couldn't take this anymore, we went to stand but was only shoved back down again.

"I know what you are thinking. You think I'd let you go shucking out there?" Ally's voice was low and dangerous, almost threatening. Newt gulped before swatting Albys hand off.

"You think you could stop m-" Newt was cut off by a scream in the distance.

"Help! Please!" He heard the familiar voice, Minho on the other side of the door. Banging on it, trying to push in past the barricade set up. "Please! Newt, Alby, Gally? Anyone?" Minho slumped against the door as he begged. "Please!"

"Move this klunk, quickly!" Newt ran over with others Gladers and began to move the furniture, he pulled the door open as Minho stumbled in. His hair was white with frost, his lips blue against his ghostly colored skin.