The Feeling (Newt x Reader)

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- Newt's Perspective -

     All the gladers gathered around the doors, surrounding Teresa and Thomas who were tied up onto poles.
     "This is an offering, ladies and gentleman. Ever since these two shanks arrived, the glade has been nothing but chaos!" Gally circled the two, explaining his intentions.
     "This is crazy, Gally! Let us go! Even if you banish us the Griever's are going to come back every night until no one is left!" Teresa spoke up, trying to convince the others who were on Gally's side to join our escape. Some of then seemed to look convinced so she continued. "Look, when Thomas and Minho went out there yesterday, they found a way out. So either you join us or stay here."
     "SHUT YOUR FACE!" Gally pointed his machete at Teresa angrily but it was too late. Thomas untangled the ropes that held him to the pole and attacked the two guards that stood near him. Myself, Minho Frypan and a few others who wanted to escape grabbed our weapons, and inched our way closer to the doors. Chuck came jogging holding our things as Thomas quickly freed Teresa.
     "What do you think you're doing?!" Gally, still pissed, was shocked by the sudden change of events.
     "Leaving this place. You heard Teresa, the Griever's are going to come night after night until everyone here is dead so now is your last chance to join us." Thomas panted as he searched the group for anyone who decided to change their minds. Jeff, Winston and a few others stepped forward. To be quite honest, I wanted to stay, I was frightened. The glade was the only place I knew but it was either stay in the glade and wait for my death or see if escape really was possible.
     "He's just trying to scare you, don't listen to him!" Gally yelled after the people who decided to join us.
     "No, I'm not okay, you're all already scared but at least out there, we have a choice." Thomas said as we all slowly made our way inside the maze.

     We ran for about two hours until we reached our destination. I reached my hand into my pack to make sure my journal with the letters was still in tact. We're almost there Y/N, I spoke to the journal in my mind like it was Y/N. It was the closest thing I had to her. As we were about to turn a corner, a familiar monstrous shriek echoed through the maze walls. I quickly tightened my pack and held to my machete tightly.
     "I-is it a Griever?" Chuck said nervously. I felt bad for the kid, he was so young and innocent, he shouldn't have been put in this shucking maze.
     "Yeah... But we didn't come here just to run back into the glade alright? We either make it through or die trying, you ready?!" Thomas held up his weapon as everybody followed and cheered. That's what I bloody call a speech, I thought as I looked over at Minho, raising my eyebrow, reminding him of his lame speech he made before Y/N's run. He scoffed and rolled his eyes.
     "Whatever ya shank." He replied as he playfully punched my shoulder. His face suddenly looked serious. "C'mon let's get the hell out of here." He looked at me like it was the last time we'd ever see each other and with that, our little rag tag team of dirty teenagers and homemade weaponry charged forward.

     Weapons flew everywhere, we were on some sort of bridge and Griever's crawled up the sides like clockwork. Everyone worked to help Teresa and Chuck  make their way to a circle opening which I assumed was the exit at the other end of the bridge. Teresa carried with her the stinger that was dissected. Apparently, it worked like a key. Slowly but surely, we closed in on the exit. Sadly however, many people, people I knew and were close with, were being killed. I watched as a griever grabbed Diana by the waist and threw her over the edge of the bridge. I wished that I could've save her but now wasn't a good time to mourn. I wouldn't let these deaths go to waste and so I fought, slashing their mechanic legs, plunging my machete into their heads. Anger and adrenaline welled up inside me and all that ran through my mind was Y/N. Why couldn't I do this for Y/N? I could've saved her. I drifted off for too long when all of a sudden, I found myself underneath an angry Griever. I struggled to fight back, it took me by surprise and my mind was still adjusting to the fact that I could potentially be killed. I heard my name being called as arms pulled at me, trying to free me from the Griever's grasp. Everything was happening so fast, I couldn't keep up. Suddenly a familiar figure jumped at the Griever. He plunged his spear into the slimy mass and the Griever shrieked in pain. The two mechanical legs that held me down lifted and I felt a strong tug on my shoulders as Minho pulled me free. I quickly stood up and looked at the Griever.
     "NOOO!" I yelled at the Griever. The figure that had plunged his spear into the monster was Jeff. I didn't get to know Jeff as much as others but I still knew him. I felt tears streaking down my cheeks and I stared in horror as the Griever held poor Jeff in its mouth. Minho yelled at me but I didn't reply. As I wiped my last tear away, I turned around and ran towards the doors. Minho's hand gripped my wrist tightly as he tugged me towards the exit. A few people stood, waving their hands for us to hurry.
     "Are they all that survived?" I asked, already knowing the answer. Minho nodded his head without facing me. As we approached the large door, Teresa shouted towards Minho.
     "WHAT'S THE CODE? I NEED 8 NUMBERS!" She yelled. Minho quickly look at me confused.
     "The sequence Minho! The pattern that Y/N discovered!" I looked at Minho as his eyes widened. He yelled eight numbers back at Teresa and as we arrived at the door, there was a loud whirring sound and a strong gust of wind. I shielded my eyes from the dust and when I opened them, the door was open.