The Maze Runner Jokes

Bea

Dedicated to bbstep819

~Newts POV~

I walked aimlessly through Crank Palace for the twentieth time that day. I hadn't spotted anything new. Everything was the same. The only thing that had changed was there were different cranks everywhere. It was surprising how many people could live in one city. Especially one where everyone was half crazy.

There was nothing for me here. There was noone I could fix, noone I could help. Everyone had the same, doomed path way that I had. There was nothing I could do. Well almost nothing.

I had spotted a girl sitting crossed legged on the ground under the shade of a burger shop. I went and sat next to her. She looked up at me, pushing her dirty black hair out of her hazel eyes.

"What's wrong?" I had never asked a more stupid question in my life. Everything was obviously wrong. Being stuck in a maze was enough to break me, but being in a city full of mad cranks was enough to destroy anyone.

She looked at me, her face full of disbelief. Tears were rolling down her cheeks, leaving behind white streaks on her dirty skin.

"I'm sorry. I get it, everything's wrong."

She looked down, her face full of sadness.

"I'm Bea." She muttered. "I watched my parents go crazy from the flare before catching it myself and being taken away from everyone I know and dumped here without a single explanation. Please, help me."

I gentle took her hand and pulled her to her feet.

"Come with me. I'll show you around."

***

I stood beside the rubbish pile with Bea, watching as my accomplices fight for anything edible hidden amongst the rubbish. I couldn't believe I was doing this. I was in the city full of uninfected non-immunes. What was I doing?

With a screeching of tyres, a van rounded the corner, picking up speed as it charged towards three vans that were sat in its way.

It crashed. The impact threw someone up at the window causing it to shatter, glass flew everywhere and even thought none came near me, I felt prickles eating away at my skin. It was Tommy. He had seen me. the van started up and was about to drive away when it was shut down and the door flung open. Tommy stepped out and was walking towards me.

"I love you." I whispered in her ear, kissing her on the cheek. "Im sorry." I stepped forwards. Away from Bea and towards Tommy. He had to end this, once and for all.

"Newt..." I turned around and gave her the biggest smile i could manage before continuing towards my old friend, Tommy. He had betrayed me, he had failed to do the only thing I had ever asked. He has to make amends.

"Hey. Newt. It's me, Thomas. You still remember me right?"

I couldn't believe him. I'm not going to forget his ugly shuckface in a few days. He Came to the palace, rubbed in the fact he ignored my note, then just went, didn't try to kill me and left me in a sobbing mess with only Bea to comfort me.

"What are you doing here?" My look must have given away the fact that I remember him and I wasn't happy. Why did he have to stop the van? He could have just driven off and ignored me as he couldn't do the one thing i asked. But no he has to be the hero all the time even though he couldn't. He couldn't save me. I was already dead.

"I can't help myself anymore. It's like there's something eating at my brain. Eating away all my sanity, making me forget what I'm doing, making me angry all the time." I looked at my friends. No. Coworkers. " the only reason I'm with them is that if I'm alone I don't stand a chance. The only one I want to be with is Bea. But unfortunately, alone we don't stand a chance. It's be in a pack be torn apart. There's people without eyes Tommy. I can't let that happen to her."

"Newt, come with us. Come away from that. We can help you. We can help her. You don't need to worry..."

I laughed, not my normal laugh, a sickening laugh. It crackled out of me. I couldn't stop it. It was controlling me again. I heard my self tell Tommy to get lost.

He said some other things that I couldn't comprehend. But the flare did.

"get away from me, you shucking traitor. why couldn't you do one thing for me. All i ever asked from you was one thing. stop bloody trying to be the hero Tommy. I hate you. I hated you since the moment you got your butt out the box that you made. It's all your fault." My voice was full of hatred, loathing. I hated speaking like this to Tommy. Spit flew out of my mouth as I carried on yelling at him, telling him how much I actually hated him. Pretending that after everything he's done to try to save people, he never redeemed himself in my eyes.

Unknowingly, I took a few steps towards him. My fists curled up into balls as he stood there trying to be brave, trying not to break at what my cruel mind was throwing at him.

"I HATE YOU" I yelled before jumping on him, tackling him to the ground, forcing the gun in his hand to my own forehead.
"You shouldn't of come here. I want to rip your eyes out. I should do" once again, I didn't understand what he said but I saw his lips moving saying something about not seeing my note until after he saw me at the palace. Bull shit.

"Do you wanna know why I have this limp? I tried to kill myself! Climbed the shuck walls and jumped off. I hated what you built Tommy. Its your fault. That's why I couldn't kill myself again. I was scared I would fail and leave myself in even greater pain than before. But you can do it Tommy. Make amends for what you did. I trusted you. Trusted you out of everyone with the note. Now do it. KILL ME. Prove that you were once my friend."

"I can't.."

"You can't what? Kill me? Prove you were my friend? Put me out of my misery Tommy. Don't let me become one of them. Don't let me be gone."

"But.."

I pulled the last thread of sanity left in the back of my head.
"Please, Tommy. Please."

"Okay. Newt, I know you won't believe me, but I want to say it anyway. I'm sorry. For everything, for everything I did that ever hurt you" Then I saw his eyes close one final time, before my world ended

~Bea POV~
I watched as Newt pushed Tommy to the ground and held him down, him pull the gun to his own temple and beg Tommy to pull the trigger

"Please Tommy. Please" I began to cry, how I had kept it in before I don't know but I had. Now there was no stopping the tears fall quickly down my cheeks in rivers as I watched Tom pull the trigger. I heard the bullet meet its target in Newts head. I saw his body relax and fall off Thomas. I saw Thomas turn and run back to the van, never looking back at his dead friends body.

I dropped to my knees and crawled over to Newts lifeless body. Pulling him onto my lap, I hugged him close, crying salty tears into his blonde hair. I felt the cranks around me, trying to pull me off so they could get to Newts body. To them, a source of food. But I refused to let them, pulling Newt closer to me and holding him in a vice like grip while they were kicking and punching me. But to me, it was nothing to the pain I felt of loosing Newt.

I got up and ran, carrying his body through the streets of Denver. The feeling of security the cranks had once given me was gone as the chased me through the darkening streets.

I ran down a dark ally way and hid round a corner. I hoped against hope they would run right past me and they did. Hiding in the darkest corner I could find, I forced the gun from Newts grip and, giving Newt one last look, one last hug, I pulled the trigger.

Thanks to bbstep819 for the idea, I hope you don't mind them both dying, it was the only idea I had.

Also I was wondering, would you guys be interested if I made a new book for these? I could put them in a new book and delete them from this or I could just leave them in this one please comment what you think :)

Thanks