WILL HE ➳ THE MAZE RUNNER

THREE

WILL HE
CHAPTER THREE

Newt sighed in exasperation as he read another complaint asking for extra breaks. How Alby managed to rope him into doing this mundane task was beyond him. Newt understood why, however, the boys wanted breaks, they were just kids.

Rubbing his hand down his face in utter frustration Newt finally finished the last of his, what he could only describe as, paperwork. He got up to leave but was frozen in his spot when Ernest came barreling into council hall with a shit eating grin on his face.

"You haven't come to yell at me again, have you?" He asked trying his hardest not to compare Ernest to an excitable puppy in his mind.

"Don't be stupid. I have an idea and since you're second in command, you can make this happen." Ernest replied slamming his hands on the table a little to agressivly. Newt eyed the pile of paper that had been disturbed by Ernest's excitablness.

"That's not how my job works sweetheart, besides I'm busy."

"Okay no. I know for a fact you have finished here and I'm sure those garden people won't miss you that much." Newt rolled his eyes at his partners constant badgering.

"Just, at least hear me out." Ernest said giving Newt his best puppy eyes. Newt eventually caved giving him a small nod of aknowldgment.

"I want to help out more, do more jobs on the days I'm not a runner and I was thinking, since I'm good friends with Winston I could start there." Newt bit his lip, technically be couldn't do this because everyone has one assigned job but he knew Ernsest didn't like feeling useless and if he was being completely honest with himself, he'd bend the rules for Ernest regardless of his persistence.

Tilting his head in agreement he motioned for Ernest to follow him, smirking slightly at the triumphant squeal of delight that Ernest made following his departure.

"Hey Winston." Newt yelled for him to come over. All the boys started to muttering that he was in trouble, sniggering at his expense.

"Whatever it is I didn't do it Newt, I swear." He said his eyes shifting nervously.

"Actually Winston you're not in trouble I'm here to ask a favour." Newt stared his voice full of authority, Ernest's eyes flashed in amusement a knowing smile on his face, at Newt displaying complete dominance in the situation.

"Of course, anything" the youngish boy said relief flooding his entire demeanour.

"This is Ernest he's a runner, you probably already know that since you're friends," The boy nodded at Newt in confusion, "teach him how to slice" Shocked the boy nodded again unsure how else to respond.

Newt looked at Ernest and raided an eyebrow as if to say, well? Ernest simply flashed him a smile and followed Winston into the slaughterhouse.

"I hope you haven't got a soft spot for animals or go weak at the sight of blood." Ernest's friend laughed opening the door and letting the two boys inside.

Newt gulped the stench in the room becoming slightly overwhelming for the short boy. His eyes dart away from anywhere but the animal guts that were laid out messily on the wonky table that caused the guts to slip off slightly.

Ernest looks up at Winston who picked up a knife looking at Ernest with a cocky smile; "you sure you can handle it pretty boy" Winston teases with a loopy smile.

Ernest narrows his eyes at the spotty boy trying to fight away the smile that was creeping up on his face. "Slim it, show me the routine, will you?" Ernest asks wanting to jump into the role as fast as he could.