Newt: A Broken Boy ↠ The Maze Runner

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Edited 12/05/16

I managed to escape Matt and Jackson, but barely. While Jackson had gone to find some food, I made my move.

When Matt's back was turned, I wriggled out of my bonds - which I had spent all afternoon loosening - and shuffled over to my sister. That was part one.

My sister grunted as she felt my touch. Good. That meant I could wake her up soon.

A few minutes later, my sister was awake, and we were both ready to run. Our captors hadn't bothered to tie her up, thinking that she wouldn't wake up for some time.

The first moment we got, Olivia and I stood up and ran. We ran for miles until we both collapsed under a pile of old coats somebody had abandoned on the roadside. We were thankful for them, as  night was falling, and it was beginning to get cold.

~

It took us about a week to reach the air zone. I could tell that my sister was glad that we wouldn't be walking for much longer. Bloody hell, I was glad too. It was just that I had gotten a lot better at reading my sister's emotions in the past weeks. A big improvement, since I couldn't even be near her before for more than five minutes.

Bloody. I had heard a group of security staff say it, and it had subconsciously become part of my own language, too.

"Olivia." My sister glanced up at me, expecting to hear plans, but I had nothing. I decided it was time for her to know. "I need you to know..."

"I need to know what?"

"I... well I..." I stuttered, "Olivia... I don't even know what we're bloody doing. So far, I haven't seen any sort of sign that shows that we could get a berg or anything, and I..."

I trailed off, but Olivia nodded like she understood.

"I get it."

"You do?" I'm not sure why I was so surprised. I guess I didn't realise how well my own sister knew me.

"Yeah. You've just had a whole load of responsibility dumped on your shoulders, but you have no idea what you're doing, because you're a boy."

I decided to ignore the last part; I couldn't tell whether she was joking or not.

"Yeah... I guess."

Olivia grinned.

"I was kidding. But seriously, you just don't know what you're doing, right?" She put her hand up to stop me from interrupting, "I'm not blaming you, though. All I'm saying is, why don't we just go for it?"

I stared at her.

"Look, James. They're not going to notice a couple of six year olds on the side of the road, we just have to go up to them."

She was right. We were barely six, and however much we'd been through, nobody was going to take us seriously without an adult. I gave Olivia a small smile, and she lay her head on my shoulder.

"Tomorrow, OK?" Olivia murmured. "Tomorrow we'll make our way to a better place."

"Tomorrow."

~

In my opinion, tomorrow came way too quickly. Whatever I had told Olivia, I still wasn't ready. As we packed up our meagre belongings, I got increasingly worried.

"It'll be okay. We'll be okay, I promise." If this was meant to reassure me, it didn't work. It sounded too much like what my aunt had said, and look what happened to her.

We walked round to the main entrance to the air zone. The main reason we didn't try this place before was because I'd spotted a man being shot on the spot trying to get through. That does put you off of a place, but Olivia believed that we'd be fine, if we used our age to our advantage.

We approached the entrance, and a tall woman walked out, accompanied by two men with guns. I gulped.

"Um... excuse me?" My sister glanced over to me, looking for support.

"Well," I cleared my throat, "Will we be able to um... well..."

"Take a berg to America?" The woman finished my sentence for me.

"Yeah. I mean, yes." This woman didn't seem like the type of person who'd appreciate the use of 'yeah'.

The woman raised her eyebrows.

"Do you have all the necessary paperwork?" She looked from me to my sister, then sighed. "I guess not. If you follow me, I'll see what I can do for you."

As she turned away, my sister asked, "Just one thing. What's your name?"

"You may call me Mrs Clarke."

~

Mrs Clarke led us through a maze of corridors and staircases, until we finally entered what seemed to be an office. Mrs Clarke sat behind the desk, while me and my sister remained standing awkwardly.

"I'm sorry for the lack of seats," Mrs Clarke explained, "We weren't expecting... visitors." She said the last word as if she had another word in mind.

I blinked, not wanting to make her angry. Besides, time was one thing we had a lot of.

Mrs Clarke started shuffling through her desk, until she came out with a file that was titled America - May 16, 16:30. May 16... that meant that today was my seventh birthday. Hooray.

"I can get you on this flight, if you want. It leaves in about four hours."

I wasn't sure why she had to come all the way back to her office for this, when she seemed to have known what she was looking for right from the start. Nevertheless, I nodded, thinking that the sooner we left, the better.

Personally, I didn't want to leave England. It wasn't ideal, moving to a completely unfamiliar continent in the middle of this crisis, this world scale crisis. The only reason I was doing this was because my aunt had thought it would be a good idea. I didn't want to leave this country, my home. But I wanted my sister and I to have a better life, and if America was the best place to do it, America we would go.

Mrs Clarke stood up, and led us to a room where my sister and I could sit, anticipating the next chapter of our lives.

First things first, I have to apologise for not updating, especially in the holidays where a lot of people (me included) have nothing to do. So sorry.

Also, I just realised something while writing this. This story is probably really going to clash with The Fever Code when it comes out next year, and possibly with The Kill Order as well. So can we just pretend that those don't exist alongside this story?

But anyway, if you could vote and whatnot that would be awesome, though it already is awesome if you're reading this, and byeeeeeeee!!