TMR/TBS Imagines

Newt // Separated (Pt.1)

* So I have a couple imagines left that I wrote a long time ago and completely forgot about them and this is one.

I made it more like the book than the movie too so it might not make sense if you've only seen the movie. I hope you all like it! *

Running in the maze was nothing in comparison to running in the scorch. We had to battle cranks, blistering heat, sand storms and now lightning. We had lost three boys already to the scorch- Winston, Jack and another boy named Christian- and just had almost lost Minho to one of the lightning strikes.

Then a new girl appeared. Her name was Brenda and claimed to have somewhere we could go that was safe away from Wicked. She introduced us to a man named Jorge who sent us to another room where we could be given food and water.

"So Brenda," Minho began a conversation while chowing down on a jello cup we found in one of the shelves of the pantry, "how did you manage to catch all those things out there?" When we first arrived, we were caught in a room filled with cranks all on leashes short enough in length that we weren't touched.

She scoffed and raised an eyebrow at our friend. "Catch them? Who do you think we are? No, we know the signs when someone's sick."

This left a bad taste in my mouth. The room filled with over twenty cranks had all once been one of their friends. It turned my stomach to think of one of my friends ending up like one of those things, especially if they were just left on a leash.

Before anyone else could ask the new girl anymore questions, Jorge frantically ran into the room. "Bren! They're here. They're here for the kids. We have to go now!" Brenda jumped off the top of the table and threw a backpack over her shoulder.

"Come on! We have to go. We'll take you to the Right Arm," Brenda said pulling some of us out of our seats. I stood up and I subconsciously gripped Newt's hand. He linked our fingers and instinctively put me behind him.

"Where are you taking us?" Thomas asked being stubborn like usual.

"We can get to the Right Arm and they can help us get to this safe haven," she explained before she was cut off by the sound of tearing cement. Above us was a cracking ceiling with small falling pieces of concrete. "Follow me!"

She ran out of the room and down a few halls until she found a trap door beneath her feet. She pulled off the lid and jumped in. Jorge went second and Thomas third until all of us were down there.

"What the bloody hell's going on up there?" Newt asked as we dug in our bags for flashlights before all of us were holding at least one. He slipped his hand behind my back and held me close to him so we wouldn't be separated.

"Its Wicked. They're blowing up the place to get to you kids," Jorge said as he began walking to the right of the dark hall.

"Okay... but where are we?" Frypan asked drawing out the vowels in the word 'okay'.

"The flat trans. They were how Wicked moved around when they first started but they haven't been used in years. They're just crank tunnels now," Brenda explained allowing the rest of us to follow Jorge so she was at the back of the group.

We walked for only a minute when the sound of crumbling builds filled the tunnels again. I looked up again and directed my flashlight at the crack in front ceiling. A large chunk of it was about to break off, right onto Newt.

"Newt!" I screamed when a part of it broke off and began falling. I pushed against his back and sent him and myself flying forward directly under the falling cement piece.