After the Death Cure 2 ( The Maze Runner )

Chapter 50

For a split second I hear sobbing and screams of terror. I see the guards grabbing teenagers and ripping them from each other's grasps, leading them to tables where they're strapped down. But only for a second.

Now I don't hear anything. And the only thing I see is a lab table moving closer to me. I suspect because a guard is dragging me to it. A woman stands next to the table in a lab coat. 

I am layed down on the table. "No!" I didn't even mean to yell, but I go along with it. I slap the guards chest repeatedly like a child, grabbing his shirt and pushing. "No, please!" Tears fall down my face.

This is real.

"Stop it, McKenzie." I know exactly who it is. I turn my head to see Joshua. He tells the woman at my table that he will take over from there. "Thank you, but I can handle this," he also tells the guard, who immediately releases me; and I do the same. 

I turn my glance to Newt who is only a few tables away. I choke on my words, followed by a small cough.

"You have three minutes left, make them count ." I know what he means. I quickly walk over to Newt, and he isn't moving. I look at the woman in the lab coat standing next to him.

"We were asked to paralyze those who would not lie still," she says in a quiet voice. "He might not be able to speak."

"He doesn't need to," I look back at Newt. Tears swell up in his eyes, and I know exactly what he's thinking. "Newt I..." I stumble over words to say. "We were orphans before the Maze. They adopted us. Me and you, we didn't even know each other. We weren't engaged, and we didn't sign up for the Maze. We weren't the big brave heros, and I am still not one. WICKED tells me...that what we had wasn't real," my lip quivers and I gasp for air before clasping my hand over my mouth. Moments later I continue, "But Newt...It's real to me. And you are a hero. I don't give a hoot if our memories aren't real. And I don't care if we never knew each other, or if we were never got engaged. And I don't care if it gets me killed! I love you, Newt. I love who you are, not who we were. I love how you look at me and how you talk to me. I love that you're over protective. And I love your accent. My stomach drops whenever you walk in the room, so who's to tell me that what we have isn't real!" I firmly place my palm on his chest, and twist his shirt in my hand. Tears flow down my face as I grit my teeth. Newt watches with wide eyes. His lips part as if he's trying to say something, but only a wimper from the back of his throat comes out. 

I lay my head on his chest and sob. "I don't want to loose you! Please, make them stop! Make it okay again...please..." I sob and sob and sob.

"I-" I look up at him to see what he's saying, "lo-" he's cut off by my body being jerked away from him.

"No! Stop!" I scream. I flail my arms as I am pulled away from my last moments with Newt. 

I will never see him the same way again.

I will never know him the way I do now again.

I will never love him again.

But I can't help but wonder: How many times have we been sent to the maze?

A bright light shines in my eyes, distracting my thoughts. "McKenzie," Joshua whispers, "Hold on. Hold on to the thought of him."

That's the last thing I heard.

And then I wake up.