The Maze Runner: Beating heart (Newt Fan fiction)

The Escape

Later on Alby calls a gathering for everyone and they argue about trying to get out of the maze using Thomas's idea, which is to go through 'The Griever Hole' when the grievers are out at night. In the end we take a vote and 26 gladers agree with the idea, including me, whilst the others go against it and are allowed to stay at Glade if they want to. Me, Minho and Thomas gear up to get ready to enter the maze again for one last check on the griever hole, just when we are about to leave someone grabs my shoulder. Its Newt.

"Promise me that you'll come back," he says

I roll my eyes,

"I cant promise anything Newt, but i'll try my best," I reply

I then turn and follow Minho and Thomas into the lifeless maze.

Newt POV
I watch as she disappears around the corner, her glossy hair waving wildly behind her. I still can't believe what she said in the forest, that she loved me, first I thought she was saying it to make me feel better and now I realise that it wasn't. I go to the kitchen to help Frypan pack some food and water supplies for the journey, we work in silence for most of the time. Until Frypan decides to break it with a bloody big hammer.
"So, have you made a move yet?" He asks me
I figure out what he is talking about but decide to play clueless to make sure.
"What move?" I ask him
"With Amelia you slinthead, " he whines " everyone can clearly see that you like her, the way you treat her, the way you look at her and the way you get nervous when talking to her,"
"What? I don't get bloody nervous! " I snap back at him
"What ever you say shank," he smiles putting his hands up in surrender
Then he leans in close, so close that I can smell his disgusting breath drifting up my nose.
"I was just gonna say, you might want to make a move soon, before you loose her out there," he whispers and nods to the pale, maze walls.
"Thanks for the bloody advice, Frypan"
I then limp to the map room to see how everyone is getting on at cracking the code.
Relief flows through my body when all three runners run back into the glade, Amelia bends over with her hands on her knees, gulping in air. Sweat drips off her face and her hair has broke out of her hair band, covering her face.

Amelia's POV
Once I start breathing normally again, I stand up straight and stretch out my arms. All my muscles are sore and my clothes have drowned in my own sweat. I push my hair out of my face and sip on some water, then look around the glade. Most people are running around, busy packing food and spare clothes for the journey. Except a few individuals, who decided to stay, they stand in huddles whispering and shooting us dirty looks.
Alby then yells at everyone to grab a backpack and weapon, then line up at the West Door. We quickly follow his strict instructions and line up. Newt manages to find me and stands next to me in the line while we wait for further instructions. I look at him and his face is full of worry.
"Its okay, you can do this," I say rubbing his shoulder
He glances at me, his expression is unreadable. Then I realise. This might be the last time that I ever see or speak with Newt, tears form in my eyes but I rub them away before anyone notices. Unfortunately Newt see's my tears,
"I thought you were a big girl now, you shouldn't be crying," he whispers
" I wasn't crying, " I lie "and even if I was I have my own reasons,"
"Can you tell me one of the reasons?" He asks me, his voice is soft and gentle
"Well... I just realised that this might be the last time we see each other, " he nods with a sad expression "and... and I don't want it to be," my voice shakes at the last couple of words
I can't believe how much Newt now means to me, and that I truly love him. Newt bits his lip in worry, then his arms reach out, to the back of his neck. He unclips something and hold it infront of me to have a look. Its a thin, golden chain, it manages to catch the sunlight despite the curtain of grey clouds.
"I was wearing this when I came up the shucking box," he murmurs "and whatever happens I promise that I'll try my bloody hardest to live so you can hear my beating heart again,"
He puts the chain around my neck and clips it firmly,
"And if I my hardest isn't good enough then you'll have something to remember me by," I can see tears building up in his eyes but he blinks them away before they escape. I feel bad as I have nothing to give him to remember me by, instead I plant a soft kiss on his lips.
"You can remember me by that," I whisper back
Im sure that if we weren't about to go through the most dangerous journey of our life (so far) his lips would have curved in a smile, instead he take a deep breath and look at Alby for instructions.
"Okay, runners decide your place, front or back but Minho, of course, has to go at the front,"
I see Minho roll his eyes and walk to the front of the line. Newt lets go of my hand as I step out of the line and walk to the back. The reason I choose the back is that Newt has a limp and will obviously be slower than the others meaning he'll be at the back. And I do want to help him. I am joined by two other runners that I don't know but they nod at me politely and stare straight forward with blank expressions. Finally we set off.
As we run through the maze Newt starts to fall to the back, I run behind him and make sure nothing happens. I can see drops of sweat sliding down the back of his head and his hair has become messy. We get to the entrance of the strange cave place and I can see Minho glancing round the corner, checking for grievers.
"There's loads of them, just sat there, the look like their shucking waiting for something, "he says
"Maybe we should make a sacrifice, " someone suggests
A few other people nod and argue in whispers about who should go, before anybody says a word, Ably charges at the grievers. Minho and Newt both try to run after him but we hold them back. Two grievers break from the pack and swarm over Alby, cutting and snapping at the boy, rubbing in their vicious cruelty. Screams echo off the tall walls. They aren't screams of Alby but screams of Newt. His eyes fill with terror as Alby disappeared under the creatures bodies. A new kind of pain fills me, an ill, disturbed pain which felt worse than physical kind. Minho tells us to make a path for Thomas and Teresa, I hear Newt muttering the word 'heartless shanks' but he obeys. Then a loud sound filled the place as the grievers revved to life, their claws pointing in the direction of the glader, ready to kill. In unison, the monsters move forward and the gladers charge at them. The fight had begun.

I settled for one of the grievers and fight with it, I dodge its massive claw and impale its disgusting body but nothing seems to work. I charge with the spear and it goes into the grievers small mouth, the monster lets out a high-pitched squeal and falls down one of the large holes that are either side of them. I have no time to be pleased with my victory as another griever approaches me, flexing its claw, trying to threaten me. I easily kill it by stabbing the same place inside its mouth. I feel adrenaline pump through me and I loose my mind. Without warning I launch a spear at another griever, it narrowly misses both the griever and a fellow glader. Something grabs the back of my shirt and lifts me a couple of feet off the ground. I scream and the blood and adrenaline leaves my head, some gladers come and help but are pretty much useless. I kick and puch the creature but it doesn't lower me down. Minho see's me struggling and throws a spear at the griever, it drops me and turns to Minho. I hit the ground with a loud thump, I try to keep the content of my stomach whilst I stand but I am nocked over yet again. I feel like a rag doll, being kicked and thrown around. A pain shoota throigh my back. I slide off the cliff but manage to grab the edge just in time. I cling with all the energy I have left, my feet dangling beneath me. My nuckles start to go white and I know that I will have to let go soon and fall into the black abyss of fear. Two pairs of hands reach out and pull me back up, Newt helps me stand back up as the other boy runs to fight a griever and is pushed off the cliff. I can feel guilt inside me but I manage to shake it off.
"Tommy and Teresa have opened the door lets go!" He yells
Newt puts his arm around my shoulder and we run to the door. As we run I inspect him carefully, his clothes are stained in blood and his arm is deeply cut, bruises are scattered on his skin. We follow the others down a narrow, dark corridor then go down some sort of slide, I shriek as I slide down, I try to grasp something to slow myself down but all I can feel is oil and slime. The smell changes from a oily to mouldy and rotten, I gag a couple of times but manage to hold it in...