Made To Run

Chapter 7

WARNING Contains Spoilers.

SEVERAL WEEKS LATER.....

"Okay. So today I'm supposed to go into the maze with you." I say to Newt as we pack our bags with lunch (roast beef sandwiches and and a cookie each from Frypan), some knives, and some water bottles. Since Stephen died (got stung by a griever, didn't make it back but we found his body the next day outside the gate) Minho made the rule all runners had to go in the maze with a buddy even if you were experienced, so if you got stung by a greiver, you buddy could drag/carry you back. "Bring it on gurl" he snarls. We exit from the east gate after checking in with Minho . "Do good Ella." Minho says and pecks me on the cheek, an impatient looking Newt standing nearby. "Bye Minho." I call as I jog into the maze, Newt following closely. Left. Left. Right. Left. Left. Right.Right. Left. I cut vines from the wall so we can find our way back."Can we take a break?" Newt asks after we have ran through the maze for about fortyfive minutes. I shrug. "Sure." He pulls one of his half empty water bottles out of his backpack and drinks a about half of whats left in the bottle. After that, we keep running for about three hours, taking breaks every half an hour, we eat lunch, silently sitting in a corner of the maze, when Newt asks "Do you like me Ella?" I think while munching on the delicious rarity that is a cookie from Frypan's kitchen. "Sure, Newt. Your a good shank at heart. I'd be glad to call you my friend. Why ya' asking?" " 'cause..." Several hours later, we start heading back, once we're about three quarters of the way back, I turn around,  

"NEWT!?!! NEWT! WHERE ARE YOU!!??!!!!"  

Suddenly I hear a pained, horrible scream. "Oh god that's Newt." and I turn around and run towards the terrible noise. Once I reach The source of the cry, I see Newt laying on the ground clutching his ankle and knee. His knee is undoubtedly broken or shattered, the bloody,  jagged bone jutting out through his skin, and his ankle is probably broken too, already purple  and swelled up worse than a greiver, and the rest of him is in worse condition that some of  those shanks who go through the changing. "Newt!! What happened!?!!" He doesn't answer, only continues screaming and twitching." Now hee's not screaming, just crying and moaning and writhing in pain. "Ella," he whimpers "Go. Leave me. The gates close in half an hour. Save yourself." "You wish slinthead." I snarl and pick him up carefully. Newt yelps in pain, tears still streaming down his face, trailing into his blood matted hair. And I run. Faster than I ever have trying to get back to the glade so Newt can live. "You shuckin' idiot." I mumble as tears slide down my cheeks and plop into his hair. Newt is completely silent now, and I realise how close to dying he is. "Don't give on me now Newt, ya' shuck face, not when we're almost there." I can seethe gate now and Minho in the other side screaming something and pointing. I stumble and almost fall as I notice the gate is closing. Either I make it in now, or I am stuck in here for the night and probably will die. I push myself forward with my last bit of strength and slide through the gate as they clang shut. "get... med... jack... Minho... Newt... leg..." Minho nods and sprints off to find a med-jack as I catch my breath in pained harsh gasps. Newt is hardly breathing and his heart beat sounds so faint... "IF YOU DIE ON ME NEWT, I SWEAR I WILL KILL YOU!!!!!" I shriek. Clint and Jeff appear out of nowhere and take Newt into the homestead, while Minho comforts me by rocking me back and forth then picks me up and takes me back to my room in the homestead, and sets me down on the bed, where I suddenly feel so exhausted and I fall asleep with my head on his lap.

The Picture is Newt again.