Don't Look Back - A Newt Maze Runner Fanfiction

11 - Wakey Wakey

Louisa's POV

My head shot upwards and I was gasping for air again, just like I was when I first arrived here.

My whole body ached, despite the fact I hadn't moved in god knows how long. A sudden wave of nausea came over me and I had to lay back down.

The memory kept replaying in my head. Who is this Chancellor Paige? What makes me special? How the fuck did I beat those two huge guys?

This just aggravated my nausea and caused the bile in my throat and stomach acid to come back up. Feeling the vomit come up my throat made me realise how dry my voice was. It also made me question how long I had been passed out for.

After the gross awakening, I laid my head back once again, but heard a faint noise behind me.

I turned my head to see not Newt, but Gally.

'Glad your awake, Greenbean. Shame nobody will know it.'

Fear started racing through my body as I saw him pull out a shiny kitchen knife, engraved with Frypans name.

Adrenaline forced me to get up from my makeshift bed and run to the door.

I barely made it past the end of the bed before I felt a sharp pang in my arm.
I turned round and saw blood seeping through my new shirt.
Shit. Someone undressed me.
That was the least of my worries.

I turned round and punched him square in the face, causing him to stumble backwards into a shelf.

This gave me a few extra seconds to reach to door and bolt for the stairs.

I was practically falling down the stairs, but I feel the wind of the Glade hitting my face as my legs stretched for opening.

'Help me! For fuck sake! Help!'
I turned round and saw Gally coming out.

I noticed it was nighttime.
Just my luck. No body would have seen me.

'HELP ME!'
Gally started running after me and I kept shouting as loud as my raspy throat would let me.

I saw Newt run towards me from the hammocks, along with Minho, Chuck, Alby and Thomas.

My feet couldn't take it any longer and gave way underneath me.
My saviours were still so far away.
And Gally was an arm away from me.

He looked straight into my eyes.
I saw no remorse from him at that moment. Or the moment when he shoved the knife into my arm.

Newt came over and bent down straight to me.
'Welcome back eh Greenie? Cmon you survived getting stung, this is nothin' to ya'

That was very true. I let out a weak smile and stood up, applying pressure to my forearm.

Boy, am I glad Gally has crap aim.

I could see Minho in the corner of my eye pinning Gally to the floor and Alby hovering over the top, presumably reading him his rights or some shit.

'What's going to happen to him?'

'Banishment' Newt replied solemnly.

The rest of the walk to the Med-Jack hut was a comfortable silence. I was just gald to be awake. In Newt's arms.

When we finally arrived back at the hut, I sat on the bed, and all the emotions suddenly got to me, causing the tears to flow out uncontrollably.
It was like years and years of bottled up feelings were suddenly freed.

Newt rushed over to my side and embraced me in a big, but even his heavenly touch could silence my sobs.

'Cmon Greenie. Its ok. Calm.'

His words, blunt yet soothing, brought me down to earth so much that I could breathe again normally.

'Why me Newt?'
'I don't know, love. But whatever you are here for, whatever we are all here for, must be for a purpose. The Creators couldn't have just put us in 'ere for nothing.

The memory came back.

I know who they were.

Did I trust Newt?

Yes.

'Newt. I know who the creators are.'

He turned to me with concern in his eyes.

'You had a memory didn't ya?'
'Yeah...' The sobs returned again.
'Louisa. Calm yourself. Please.'

I really needed to get a grip of myself. I'm a soldier. I can't go running into a boys arms just as soon as I can.

'Now' he continued 'who is the leader?'
'S- she is called Chancellor Paige. And she is the leader of something called Wicked. I don't know what it means.'

He looked at me with dissapoinment but I continued anyway. I needed to get this out.

'There were so many people in the memory. Two buff guys were holding me back. Paige was there. Workers. All dressed in white. A - and.... '

'What... What is it?'

'You were there two. I watched you get put in the box. To get to the Glade.'

His facial expression was unreadable.

'I was getting angry. Because they were hurting you. I don't know why. The people holding me couldn't contain me. I pushed them both away. They both go knocked out. And then you were gone. You got sent here. And I couldn stop it. I tried so hard. I'm so sorry.'

Tears were falling again and I brought my head to my knees so he couldn't see my face.

'Greenie' he said after an eternity of silence.
'It ain't your fault that I'm here. Or any of us. You tried to help me. Why are you so upset?'

'Because I could have done it! I could have stopped you from going to this hell hole! I nearly killed two overly buff guys and I couldn't stop you from leaving! I'm a soldier, Newt! They even branded me as one! Look!'

I proceeded to lift the side of my shirt and show the two birds branded and my lower abdomen.

His eyes suddenly lit up at the sight of the permanent ink.

I couldn't say anymore. I said it all. I just needed him to reply.

He didn't say anything but instead, lifted his shirt.

'You ain't the only monster here, girlie.'

He had the same two markings but on the opposite side.

I looked up at him with shock.

'I noticed them when I first got here. I didn't tell no one because I want something to keep for myself.'

I just turned my attention to the ground.

'Newt.'
'Newt please say something'

I once again turned my head into my hands.
I've lost my only friend.

'Louisa. Look at me' he said sternly
I was nervous to but I slowly lifted my head to face him.
'None of this is your fault. How could it be? You're just one soldier. So am I. There are probably more, but just not 'ere. We will find a way out sooner or later. Just you wait. And we will get answers.'

Instead of saying anything, I shakily stood up and walked over to him. I could sense him nervousness as I approached him, although he could sense mine too, I was sure of it.
I placed my hand onto his glorious brand and felt a spark of electricity.

'There is more than meets the eye with us, Newt. We should find out what we can do.'

He then placed his hand on my brand and I felt a sudden rush of heat at the pojnt of contact.

He rested his chin on my head and said sweetly,
'It ain't over till we say'