TMR/TBS Imagines

Newt // Hostage (Pt.2)

Third person POV

Newt's plan was offered up to the higher ranking officials at the Right Arm and was almost immediately declined. It was too risky. But after many long talks and a few added fist slams, they agreed that it would work perfectly.

The plan was designed as such: all Wicked kids would turn themselves in to the enemy. They would give up any freedom they had from the Right Arm just to save two precious teenagers.

Now Newt didn't find it too hard convincing the kids to back him up on his plan. The girls were hesitant, thinking he was crazy if he thought they would risk their lives for two others. He elaborated on the fact that those Wicked kids needed to stick together since they all lost everything they had before the mazes.

Aris was first to agree from group B. Seeing (Y/N) and Minho tied up like that brought back horrid memories of how Rachel was strung up by Jansen only days after they escaped their maze. He also found a bond forming with him and the black haired runner as they ran for their lives in the scorch.

Harriet was second. She had taken a liking to (Y/N), feeling pity on her for being stuck in a maze of only boys for three years while she was with all girls. This, eventually, made Sonya agree to the plan. Soon after, all the other girls agreed.

The gladers were on board one hundred percent as expected. Frypan was hesitant, knowing what was about to happen. It was like a small gazelle hunting after the lion, only to be seen and have its neck clamped between the lions teeth. It was suicide but it was worth it.

Newt never slept since the video that was broadcasted out yesterday. The others decided to have one last night of sleep before the rescue, knowing it was the middle of the night. Newt just stared off at the faint stars littering the dark sky wishing on a star for this all to go away; for his love to be back safely in his arms.

He sat against a rock with his hands fidgeting with a bundle of vines and strands of yarn tied into a bracelet. The bracelet was his, she made it for him on a day off in the beginning of the glade days, back during the dark times.

She made it from all the loose strands of yarn and string from every towel, every piece of clothing and every hammock she saw and tied them to perfectly fit his wrist. She gave it to him the night of one of his major panic attacks about the maze. That also was the first night of their relationship.

Newt swore to her that day to get her out of the maze, to keep her safe. Only now, he's cursing himself for failing his promise. If only he tried harder. Maybe then she wouldn't be stuck in the enemies arms.

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While Newt battled with his brain, (Y/N) was busy battling her heavy eyes. Her and Minho were left to hang on the hooks with the lights shut off leaving them in the darkness except for one tiny lightbulb in the corner of the room, just barely illuminating anything. The only noise they heard was the constant rattling of the chains if a cold gust of air conditioning blew against them.

(Y/N)'s head hung low as she peeked a look at Minho. His eyes were open like hers, his shirt ripped off, like hers too, but his back only had two bloody lines carved into the shape of an X.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N)," he shifted on her hook until she perched her toes up so she was planted on the ground.

"Nothing to be sorry for, Min. Blame Teresa for this one," she said with the same depressing and aching tone. It startled her how her voice sounded. It was so dull and weak, as if she had been a smoker her whole life.

"Yeah but it was my job to protect you," he said raising his voice slightly. "It was my job to make sure we made it through the maze and now the scorch. I failed you."