Please Tommy: Maze Runner One Shots & Imagines [On Hold]

Broken Promises (A Newt Short)

I was going to try my best, not to die. But I wasn't sure I could help it. My body was being taken over by a sickness and I was beginning not to feel like myself. I felt like my spirit was being taken over by something foreign. It was excruciating, but also somehow peaceful. I look at my friends and turn around, with tears in my eyes and see the one I love. I never told her how I felt and I regret it now. My chin quivers with sorrow as my eyes meet her body.
I stand up. "I have to go."
Tommy looks up at me, "Where?"
I respond with the only answer I can think of. "I don't know. I don't care. I just need to get away from here." I don't add my thoughts. Away from you. Away from her. "I'll be back. I promise." I lie. Tommy nods and sits back down. Always so trusting. It almost makes me feel guilty. Almost. I turn to go out the door but my eyes meet hers. She sees the lie in my eyes, I just know it. She gets up and comes over to me.
"See you soon, then?" She whispers. I hesitate only half a second before I nod. If I must hurt her, I don't want to have to face her when I do.
I can't let her see me become the monster that is growing inside of me. I turn around to see her sweet smile and manage to smile back reassuringly. Suddenly I feel it, a hot tear making its way down my face. I quickly turn around and walk off. As much as I want to, I can't bring myself to turn and look at her, even one more time.
I walk as fast as I can with my limp. I am selfish enough that I don't want to leave, she simply has to ask and I won't. But I love her enough to leave. I walk out the door, letting it slam shut behind me. I walk five feet then fall to my knees, tears flowing freely. Then a hand is on my shoulder. I know whose it is before I look. She doesn't say anything. Just embraces me, crying. She knows I won't come back. I just hope she understands why.
My arms tighten around her. I pick her up and hold her just for a moment. Then I set her down and turn away. I walk far enough away, where she can no longer see me before I drop to my knees and cry. Suddenly an intense anger overwhelms me. I feel like ripping out my eyes and pulling my hair till there was no more on my scalp. I get up and start running, trying to get away from this feeling.
But it won't go away. No matter how far I run she haunts me, as does all the emotions that come with thinking about her. The anger. The sorrow. The frustration. The more I run the more intense it gets. So I let myself fall again. I don't know for sure but I think I hear her voice calling my name in the distance. I scream in agony. But I won't go back. I can't go back.
I can't go back. "Newt?" I hear her voice echo. "Don't die".
Attempting to shake her words out of my head, I walk to a strange barren place. No grass, trees or the sounds of birds in the air.

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I see other men and women like me, beginning to turn into Cranks. I walk over to them, as the realization hits me- I'm one of them now.
I think of the people outside our windows when WICKED faked our rescue.
"I'm a crank." I whisper, repeating their words, "I'm a bloody crank." Eventually, I find myself standing stock still in the middle of the road. Cranks flow around me in a steady stream.
"Don't die" the words echo over and over and over again in my head. I won't. I tell myself. I won't die. But somehow I don't believe it.
Then I see a young girl, a child of only 6. She has the sickness and you can see fear in her eyes. I walk up to her. "Hi there. I'm Newt. What's your name?"
"Lucy." She says her voice quivering. I motion for her to come closer and she comes up and asks me to hold her. I pick her up and she rests her small head on my shoulder.
"My momma and daddy are gone. They went to paradise and they told me I was joining them soon" I held her because I knew the fate that awaited us both.
I struggle to find words. What do you say to a dying little girl?
"You're going to Paradise, huh?" I say smiling as if I had just asked her what she wanted to be when she grew up. She nods. "Can I ask you a favor." Another nod. "Will you... Will you stay with me? For a little bit? To keep me from being lonely? And then maybe, just maybe, we can make our little trip together."
She smiles. I wrap her tightly in my arms. Close together we both fall, for the last time, peacefully asleep. I dream of her. The two of us having a small daughter, like Lucy, and living together in a small cottage without a worry in the world. I wake up, the little girl is still fast asleep. I shift her on my chest and realize I feel no warmth. I sadly smile, thanking the God above that he took her to paradise without pain. I set her down softly and find some dry grass. I intertwine the pieces together and make a small crown and place it upon her head.
"Goodbye little Lucy. Say goodbye to the worries of this world. Sleep in peace and wake up in Paradise."
Then I get up and walk away. Wondering when I would follow and what would happen to me before I did. I don't know. I don't know where I am going. I don't know if I'll find a place to stay. All I know is I'll live a while longer, but I will live haunted. By decisions and mistakes and hopes and dreams. By faces.
I settle down by myself and fall into a wary dream. Full of confusion and faces. Then I wake up to see Tommy's face in front of me. I wanted to rip off his face. He's telling me something but I can't make out the words. I'm trying to hold back my anger. Finally I see it. The gun in Thomas' hands. I put the barrel to my forehead. I hear Teresa's voice in my head "Promise me?" I shake all over.
"Please, Tommy. Please"
I tell myself it's just a dream. That I would wake up in the morning, and I would sit up and I would see her and her beautiful smile and know it would all be okay. It certainly feels like a dream.
"Please, Tommy. Please."
Then the pain. What have I done? What kind of idiot am I? I promised her. I wouldn't die. I would come back. I promised her!! And yet here I am. On the ground. Following little Lucy. 'I'm sorry, Teresa.' I think. Then everything goes dark.

PLEASE DONT HATE ME!! The story behind this is I spent the entire day at my friends house and we watched The Scorch Trials and all the bloopers and deleted scenes and talked about it nonstop and we got the idea in our heads that Wes Ball shipped NewtxTeresa. (I still believe that very strongly) I've always thought that Thomas and Kaya were cute so why not write a fanfic. As this was a team effort there is a very good possibility that this is on my friends Wattpad as well but idk for sure.
Anyway, even if you don't ship NewtxTeresa at least tell me what you think of how I told the story. Did you fangirl even a little bit? What's you think of my rewrite of Newt's death?
>>Adry Grace