Newt/Thomas Sangster One Shots (warning: smut)

One shot #23 ~ Maze Runner #3

TRIGGER WARNING: SU**IDE

ALSO, some hotlines in the cover photo (because I couldn't fit them all on, also I didn't write those I found them on google images) just in case you want them <3

(((I'm also not so sure if these are up to date, so do tell me if they are not and I'll try to find the current hotlines. )))

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Don't stop. Stop and you're dead.

I ran and ran. I didn't know how I got there. I didn't know where 'there' even was. But I was unfortunate enough to have been put in that place, its towering walls seemingly closing in on me as the mechanical screeching got louder and louder.

All I could see was the dimming sunlight, and so I ran to it.

My ankles screamed with pain as my feet slapped on the stone floor, my lungs ready to burst. Corner after corner I turned, my bare feet slipping at each sharp turn.

The sounds of the machine were fading, almost as if it were giving up — but I wasn't. I kept sprinting almost too fast for my legs to carry. I almost fell forward, stumbling, but I kept running. God knew it was the only thing I knew I could do.

I was stopped in my tracks, my feet painfully skidding along the ground. My eyes darted, searching the body which lay on the ground in front of me.

The sound of machines returned. I had to run. I had to keep moving.

His hair fell about it closed eyes, shiny blood pooling around his twisted and mangled leg. I couldn't leave. But I had to.
Stop and you're dead. Stop and you're dead.

I tried to run away. I tried to keep going, to leave that limp body to the machines. But my legs stopped me, I was frozen. I turned, my breathing still laboured.

I dragged the boy, growling and panting as I heaved him. I held onto his shoulders as the sounds grew louder and louder. Not like this. Not like this. I couldn't die yet.

I heaved him up, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and dragging him faster, a trail of dark blood leading behind us. I followed the dim sunlight blindly and mustered all the strength I could as I turned the next corner.

An exit, an opening of stone leading to what looked like a meadow - and it was closing

I pushed forward, the limp boy feeling more like a sack of rocks than a human. The machines were closing in on us. Just a little further. Stop and you're dead.

I reached the closing walls. I heaved and retched as the near-lifeless boy breathed shallowly. Closer. Closer. The walls crept in, threatening us.

There must have been no more than a metre of space left when I broke through to a grassy opening. I dropped to my knees, the boy dropping with me.

Panting quickly, my eyes darted to my surroundings. Not only were there lights, there was a bonfire and voices. I ducked my head down as footsteps neared.

A tall looking guy stopped in his tracks at the sight of me. I sat up, crawling backward in panic.

"ALBY! GET OVER HERE," The young boy yelled loudly. More boys came to investigate, spears drawn. I stood up clumsily, stumbling backward and holding my hand out.

"Get away from me," I uttered, stepping back until I hit the wall.

"Oh my god," I heard another say, "is that a girl?"