Newt x Reader ~Fangirl in the Glade~ *UNDER EDITING*

Chapter 31

Newt gathers everyone by the doors. The crowd falls to silence as he addresses them all. Once he's finished, Minho speaks up.

"Shouldn't someone give a pep talk or somethings?" I roll my eyes and stifle a laugh.

"Go ahead." Newt instructed. Minho turned to face the crowd of anxious Gladers.

"Be careful, don't die." He says dryly.

"We're all bloody inspired." I added. No one laughed because of the seriousness of the situation, but Minho did mention I'm starting to sound like Newt. Newt continued on with his speech and everyone started cheering, like an all out battle cry. I took in a deep unsteady breath as Newt raised his weapon. He was the first to run into the Maze. After a second of hesitation I followed.

As much as I wanted to, I didn't keep pace with Newt. I hung back with Minho, Thomas and Teresa. It was very strange seeing so many people in the Maze, after only a handful were allowed out in this mysterious death trap. Newt slowed and joined us, telling Minho to lead. We all kept running. I could see all the non-runners slowly losing steam. They wouldn't be able to hold up much longer. Luckily, we reached the long ally before the Cliff. Thomas had moved up to the front with Minho, Teresa following along as always. When we hear the whispers informing everyone of the Grievers around the corner, Newt, Alby and I make our way through the crowd towards the others.

"We knew we'd have to fight, why else did we spend the time making weapons?" I said when we reached them, trying not to let them know how scared I am. Before Thomas could tell us his idea, there was a loud noise behind us. More Grievers making their way down the corridor towards us. There were more loud noises, signaling that there were even more Grievers coming towards us from a different direction. We're surrounded. Everyone in the crowd bunched closer together. We have to move fast. I looked to Newt and saw he was trembling. I reached out and clutched onto his hand. He looked me in the eyes and I could see all the terror on his face. I smiled weakly, just to let him know it'll be okay. I wish I knew if it would be or not. The Grievers had stopped moving towards us, they were just waiting, with us trapped between them. The boys were trying to figure out what to do, I didn't say anything until Alby walked off.

"Alby?" I called after him. Newt called out too. But Alby didn't respond, instead he ran. Straight into the hoard of Grievers between us and the Cliff.

"ALBY!" Newt and I screamed in unison. Before anything could be done, Alby had jumped on one of the creatures. I felt Newt let go of my hand as he moved towards his friend. More Grievers had launched to action and were attacking Alby. I jumped forward, wrapping g my arms around Newt, stopping him from moving.

"Let go!" He yelled, but I didn't. There's no way I would ever let him go.

"Are you nuts?" Thomas called to Newt. "There's nothing you can do!" My eyes were shut tight, and my grip around Newt was strong. One of the scariest things about this all is Alby didn't scream. Newt finally gave up trying to fight me. He turned in my arms and wrapped his around me.

"I can't believe he just did that." He whispered, but I didn't know how to respond. Minho stepped forward and squeezed Newts shoulder.

"We can't waste what he did." He then goes on telling Thomas a plan.

"How can you guys be so heartless?" Newts murmurs. I squeeze him tighter. Minho turned to the horrified group of Gladers and started instructing them. He had only been able to say one thing before the Grievers around us surged to life and started moving towards us. Newt straightened up and told Minho to lead. Then he turned to the Gladers. "We head straight for the Cliff. Fight through the middle. What matters most is getting Thomas, Teresa and (Y/N) to the Griever Hole!" I looked up at him and we made eye contact, he moved closer to me. "Stay with Tommy."

"But I want to stay with you!" I reached out and placed my hand on his cheek. He did the same to me.

"I know, but I want you to be safe. I can't lose you." He chokes back tears. I slowly nod. He leans forward and kisses me. "I love you."

"I love you too." I fight back tears as he runs off with the others. I stood dazed next to Thomas and Teresa. Teresa squeezed my shoulder and gave me a reassuring smile. I finally like you. I thought, but didn't say. I saw Chuck run past us and Thomas and I both reached out to stop him.

"You're with us," Thomas instructed. "Hold Teresa's and (Y/N)'s hands." He did as he was told and we all stood waiting for our opening. "Now!" The four of us sprinted as fast as we could through the opening the Gladers had made. There was so much going on around us. An all out war. But I had to focus on running. I didn't want to see who was dead or alive. I just kept running.

We eventually skidded to a stop at the edge of the Cliff. Time to jump.

"Teresa, you first." She didn't hesitate. Chuck went next. Then it was my turn. "Come on, (Y/N)!" I looked behind me at the war going on in the corridor. There was so much blood. I looked back to the Cliff and started running forward. I kept running then jumped. The wind whipped through my hair as I went up then straight back down. I held in a scream. I crashed to the bottom of the hole in a cold pain. Teresa pulled me aside as Thomas crashed down too.

We made it.