Family Isn't Always Blood (The Maze Runner Fanfic)

Chapter 15: The Walking Dead

              "Jake... Think about what you're doing!" I practically screeched at him. He gripped the knife tighter, before baring his teeth and sliding the blade across his throat slowly. I screamed as Jake's eyes rolled back in his head and his body crumpled to the floor. I covered my mouth with my hands, sprinting over to Newt on the bed. My breathing was fast and labored, whilst tears were threatening to spill.

"It's alright love." Newt cooed as I untied him with shaky hands. He enveloped me in his embrace once released, and held me tight to his chest. My sobs died down after a few minutes, and I looked up at Newt's face. He was staring out the window, down into the Glade. I followed his gaze to the three Gladers dead on the crosses, letting out a sigh or sadness.

"Who is it?" I asked, barely above a whisper. Newt looked down at me with watery eyes. All of  sudden, he let out a great sob and buried his face into my neck. I rocked him back and forth, running my fingers through his hair in an attempt to calm him. I rested my head on top of his as he whimpered.

"Kayla, why did Jake have to kill them?" Newt whispered.

"I don't know Newt, I don't know." I rested my head on top of his as he continued to let tears fall.

"It's my fault they're dead." Newt whispered, quieter than before. I tore him away from me, holding his shoulders at arms' length.

"That's not true, Newt." I told him in the most sincere voice I could muster, quickly dragging him out the door. We walked side by side down to the courtyard where all the Gladers were gathering near the bodies.

"Newt!" Shouted Alby, power-walking towards us. He gave Newt a quick hug and me a nod, before firing questions.

"Do you know who did it? When did this happen? Are they still in-"

"Alby!" I cut him off, giving Newt a quick glance.

"We don't know when it happened, but we do know who did it."

"Who?" Interrupted Minho, coming up beside Alby.

"Jake." Gasps arose from the crowd now surrounding us, murmurs passing from person to person. Minho furrowed his brow, steam almost coming out of his ears.

"When I find him, I swear I'll-" He looked down at me.

"How do you know that?" Asked Minho.

"He told us!" I gestured to Newt and I, and then proceeded to tell everyone what had happened not even fifteen minutes earlier.

"So... He's dead now?" Confirmed Minho. Newt nodded solemnly. 

"Is he still in the Homestead?" 

Another nod.

"Minho, take the Baggers with you and collect him." Stated Alby. Minho ran off, and I felt Newt shift beside me. He began walking towards the three bodies hanging a few yards away. I recognized them now. Cody, Matt and Hakon, all Builders. I wasn't close with any of them, but there were other Gladers who were either crying, or had the most depressed looks on their faces, who clearly did know them well. Newt sank to his knees, just staring at the lifeless boys. They were covered in blood, which was still slowly draining out of them.

           Alby kneeled next to Newt, placing a hand on his shoulder. Other boys soon joined them, kneeling together out of respect. We all knelt for what felt like hours, just staring at the dead Gladers. Loud footsteps coming towards us broke the silence. Minho ran up to Alby, whispering something in his ear. Minho looked terrified, and Alby's face had gone white.

"What is it?" I asked quietly. He turned to me slowly, with wide eyes.

"Jake's gone."