Maze Runner Imagines/Preferences

Newt Imagine {3}

This imagine is dedicated to @HarryP12359. Hope you enjoy.
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"Carmen!" I could hear the sound of the British boy trying to discover my location. Today had been a bad day, I woke up late for my job and I cut my arm open on a tree branch. Don't ask how, it just happened. My attention turned towards Newt's voice, slowly. "There you are, I've been looking everywhere for you." I simply rolled my eyes, seeing the pursed lip he gave me suddenly.

"Alright what do you need?" Usually I wasn't the one asking constant questions. Newt's actions showed a clear problem, something was up in that cute head of his. Whenever he fiddled around something was going to happen. "Meet me in the Homestead before dark, I have something for you." With that said he walked off, leaving me to my curious mind.

What could he possibly want me in the Homestead for? Whatever it was it had to be something adorable, it always was. A sudden tap on the shoulder knocked me back into focus. Minho stood a few feet behind, a smile across his tanned face. He must have recently come back from running, he looked like a drunk rabbit. "Chloe what's up? You doing anything later?" His voice was partially out of breath, the small gasps between words making that clear. "Actually Newt said-" I was cut off by him grabbing my hand. "Alright then let's go!"

I didn't agree to any of this but there was no stopping him now. He ran up alongside the tree line, pulling me through a twisted path until I figured out the destination. The Map Room was only suppose to be for Runners to examine, not a shank like me. I tried to pry my arm from his grip but he was too strong. "Minho I shouldn't be here! Your going to get us in trouble!" Last time I was in trouble it was for snooping on other people business. "Relax I have a surprise for you." His voice was so calming, rather soothing to be precise. As he released my hand I gripped it, rubbing the skin that was under pressure from his tight grasp. "Why are we here?" Did I even dare try to ask that?

The muscular male gave a small smirk, motioning me to walk forwards. My mind was traveling, what was he trying to get me to do? I followed his orders wearily. Step by step I made it, through the right path and around a big tree. A small box sat at the bottom of a nearby log. The box was gently wrapped with lace, my favourite colour to top it off. I reached forwards, kneeling down to get the treasure I had been on a search for.  As I grabbed it visions of regret started to spill through my mind. I let out a bloody hurling scream, feeling the vibrations of my voice throughout my body. WICKED is good. I fell to the ground, tears streaming down my face as I saw a blurred out figure rush to my side.

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A few hours must have passed. I was in the medical hut alone. I glanced around the room, my body wrapped in blankets from neck to toe. I began to sit up. Slowly I made it to my elbows, then finally my butt. My hands were covered in blood, a now rusty and dried on appearance to them. I ran my fingers over my palms gently. A small scratch was across my hand, deep enough to cause future scarring although. As I went to lift the blanket I heard someone come in. Minho rushed through the door immediately to my side. "Carmen your alive! Thank the lord!" My eyes were curious, I wasn't informed on anything that had happened. Wait, what even happened?

The boy realized your trailing thoughts so he gladly jumped in to fill the holes. "You started going insane when you touched my gift for you. You whispered things about this WICKED person. Then, you started rampaging through the glade like you were some mind controlled freak. Of course to top it off you got to have the cherry right? Well your cherry was almost killing our second in command."

I wasn't sure if I should cry or if I should've just died on the spot. I gripped my blanket tightly, watching Minho glance out the window with slightly scared eyes. Suddenly Newt burst through the door, pinning Minho against the closest wall. I wasn't understanding, a piece of this puzzle was missing. "You better bloody explain why your in here with her alone!" His British accent making him a little less intimidating then I originally thought. "How about get off me shuckface? Maybe I'll consider your feelings for her instead of mine." Now I knew, it was all jealously. "You know how long this has been going on, you can't just swoop in and expect to take it!" My guess was that he was talking about a relationship that never quite happened yet? I was flustered, I didn't know what to think. I did however know this had to be stopped. "Both of you, knock it off!" Why did I try?

They both glared at each other, dominant males fighting for the female. I watched as Minho brought up his hand, clenching it into a fist slowly. I immediately pulled the blanket off me, lunging towards him as if I could stop it. I felt his arm tensing up, ready to punch Newt within good timing. Newt simply took the easy road, words. "Minho I had her first, if it doesn't work out you can have her." Sometimes he just needed to shut up, he's going to get killed. My hands slipped off Minho's arm making me hit the ground with a loud thud. I glanced up at them again, this time Minho walking over to Newt. As he got within a few inches he stopped. "Your a lucky shank, by that I mean lucky I don't punch you in front of her."

After a quick glaring session occurred the runner stomped out. I got to my feet gently, a little help from Mr. Second in Command. "You alright?" His voice was now so gentle, something I had missed. "Yeah, what just happened?" He looked at me disappointed, like he didn't want to answer. I simply smiled, opening my arms for him to enter. Having two males fighting over you was somehow entertaining, yet it was so wrong. I felt bad I turned Minho away, he was so sweet to me. The catch was I knew Newt better. Newt had always been there for me, when I was down he could read me like an open book. My eyes then wandered to his hands, his knowledge understanding what was going on. He gently grasped my hands in his, looking down at me like he always did. A small smile decorated his thin cheeks. He was happy, I was happy.