The Maze Runner Imagines

Giving You a Chance//Newt//Part 2

PART 2

You swallow your mouthful of food, "Why can't I remember anything?"

"That, unfortunately, happens to everyone who comes up the Box."

"But why?"

Newt laughs, "Believe me Greenie if we knew, we wouldn't be here."

"This is a load of bull," You frustratingly tear of a piece of your sandwich with your teeth and grumpily chew it until you swallow. Is it even possible for you to become even more pissed off right now?

Newt finishes off his glass of water with another gulp and wipes the water away from his mouth, "You don't have to like it here Greenie, no one does, but if you get along with everyone and help out around here; things won't seem so bad."

You shake your head, "I'm not settling for that –I'm getting out of here." You finish your sandwich and ignore the analysing look Newt gives you before leaving the picnic table. Tonight is the night you're getting out of here, once and for all.

The boys gather around on the grass for the night, talking, eating, and drinking –whatever. You stay as far away from them as possible, you don't want anything to do with them. And if you even wanted to be around them you know for sure that Gally wouldn't allow it. Every time he has the chance he will stare you down with his threatening eyes. Even though he looks quite young usually, all of that innocence diminishes as soon as you make eye contact.

So instead you find your own patch of grass by a few trees and lay yourself over the ground. Your skin prickles with goose-bumps and chills shake your body only slightly. The cold is good against your heated, sweaty slicked skin however. You like being by yourself, you realise, and finally you have been able to pick out one characteristic of yourself since you arrived. You feel oddly accomplished.

You turn your head away from the flickering lights that dance over the grass, the shouts from the boys, and their echoing laughter. Your face relaxes; your eyes close. The silence you create for yourself drowns the thoughts in your head and you soon fall asleep, curled up into yourself.

You hear the walls before you see them, their noise snapping your eyes wide open; fully awake. You take this opportunity, this loneliness, to escape. As the walls scrape back into their slots you stretch just a little to wake your muscles and your bones. You keep your eyes on the gap, on your only exit, and dash towards it. Wary of your empty surroundings. Thankfully no one stirs, and soon you are through the gap; through the exit. You slow to a jog as you realise the lack of signs and the abounding flow of walls, corners and directions. Where in the world are you supposed to go? You jog on through, a hand gliding over the rough concrete with every step. Your fingers brush over ivory, making you snatch your hand back against you. You spot a couple of red, glowing eyes staring back at you from within the green vines. You back away slowly, and as you do the small creature scurries away –leaving a flash of metal in your sight.

You feel a wave of shivers pass through your body, whatever that was, you don't want to stick around to find out. So you keep moving, passing wall by wall. Twisting around every corner, only confusing yourself even more and more. Why on Earth would they put a...

"What the hell are you doing in here!?" A voice from behind you growls, and you already know who it belongs to. Minho.

You shakily turn around, "Where... am I?"

"You're in the Maze you shuck-head."

"What?" You stumble back a few steps, "Why on Earth would you put a maze out here? Where's the exit?"

Minho shakes his head and laughs at you, you can feel the hot red embarrassment surge through your cheeks at his reaction. "You're a real treat Greenie." He grabs your wrist and pulls you through the maze, as if he knows which way is what. "We didn't put the maze here, by the way, the Creators did."