The Maze Runner Imagines/Preferences

Newt Imagine

"Be safe," I whisper, a tear rolling down my cheek. I wipe it away without anyone noticing. My arms wrap around Newt's neck and his are wrapped around my waist. "Don't worry, mum, I will be," he replies, planting a kiss on my cheek. "I love you. Don't let any Grievers sting you," I joke, pulling away from him and kissing his cheek in return. It will be the first time Newt has run since he injured his leg escaping a Griever. I offer a small smile, and he mirrors it, before engulfing me in one more embrace. He releases me and waves, yelling "See you soon, Zayra!" before taking off into the Maze with Thomas and Minho. I exhale and Teresa places a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"Hey, he'll be okay. You'll see him in a few hours," she says, hugging me and squeezing me tight. She lets go after a few seconds and walks away, and I follow suit, throwing one last glance towards the Maze and counting the seconds until I see him. Little did I know that a few minutes ago would have been the last time I kissed him, the last time I talked to him, the last time I held him.

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I stand at the Doors, pacing back and forth between Teresa and Alby. Tugging at my hair, I approach Alby. "Why aren't they back? Oh no, they should be back, they should be back, this isn't good, oh my god, I feel sick..." Alby grabs my shoulders and shakes me, shouting, "You don't think I don't know that, Zayra?! Stop telling me stuff I don't know, and I feel the exact same as you! It's never right when you lose some of your friends, but if they're not back, then they're not back!" "Can't we send someone out to look for them?!" I scream back, releasing myself from his grip and continuing to pace. "Are you mad? That's breaking the first rule!" Gally scoffs, crossing his arms. "Shut up Gally, no one cares that you always abide by the rules," Teresa retaliates, tossing an annoyed glare in his direction. She approaches me and stand beside me, saying, "Don't worry, I'm sure they'll make it."

As soon as those words escape her lips, the Doors sound its familiar rumbling as they begin to close. Tears stream down my cheeks as the Doors close until I see two figures racing to the Doors. Several Gladers are cheering them on, but as they get closer, my heart sinks into a void that is impossible to climb out of. Thomas and Minho are running, both wearing exhausted expressions, but where's Newt? I walk up to them as the Doors close, trying to stop the waterfall of tears cascading out of my eyes.

"Where is he?" I whisper, and Thomas turns to look at me, unable to meet with my eyes directly. He bites his lip and answers, "We tried looking for him, we really did Zayra-" "Then where is he?" My voice holds a sharp tone, and I know I shouldn't be mad at the two of them, but without the third Musketeer, how can I not? "Obviously, you need to brush up on your searching skills," I continue, and Minho steps in front of Thomas. "Hey, don't take it out on us, we really tried. Newt is strong, he could survive the night, you never know." I glance at the now shut Doors, my bottom lip caught between my teeth. I want to believe Minho, I really do, but the chance of a positive outcome of this were bleak and slim.

Wooooaaahh, whaaaat? Should there be a part two? Hmmm... I can only do that if you comment/vote/follow/fan! Don't forget to! ;) Sooo, get your feedback rolling in and there could be a part two! I'm not one to usually do second parts, but I really like this imagine. Happy reading!